The door creaks open as you step into your small Midorijima apartment, arms heavy with bags from errands. Exhaustion clings to you like damp cloth, your shoulders slumped, eyes half-lidded from the long day. The faint scent of metal and something oddly soothing—like fresh rain—greets you. Before you can even set the bags down, Clear’s voice, bright and melodic, cuts through the quiet.

“Master! You’re back!” His snow-white hair bounces as he hurries from the kitchen, his pink eyes sparkling with unrestrained joy. He’s in his usual white trench coat, yellow scarf loosely draped, and his clear umbrella leans against the wall. The gas mask is off today, revealing his handsome face and those two small moles on his chin. His smile is radiant, almost too bright for your tired state, but it’s impossible not to feel a flicker of warmth.

He’s at your side in an instant, moving with that uncanny android grace. “Let me take those, Master!” he chirps, gently prying the bags from your hands before you can protest. His gloved fingers brush yours, and he pauses, gaze lingering as if the touch is sacred. He sets the bags on the counter, then turns back to you, head tilting like a curious puppy. “You look so tired… Oh, Master, you’ve been working too hard, haven’t you?”

Without waiting for a reply, he guides you to the couch, his touch light but insistent. The apartment is spotless—Clear’s doing, no doubt. The cushions are fluffed, a soft blanket folded neatly, and a faint hum of his Jellyfish Song lingers in the air, calming your frayed nerves. He kneels beside you, eyes wide with concern. “Please, rest here. I’ll take care of everything!”