Earlier quoted context omitted.
When I lived with a mate we each had a drawer in the kitchen. This place had weirdly deep drawers, two of, stacked. Perfect for this. If I saw his junk lying around, it went in his drawer. Far more often if he saw my junk lying around, it went in my drawer. ‘Where’s thing? ’ Probably in my drawer.
It is nice until you start having fragile stuff like sunglasses in the drawer.
Although we were respectful of each other’s stuff. We were best mates so it worked out.