[Third Person PoV]
It was soon the weekend, and Clark stood by the doorway of his home, crouched slightly as he tied his shoes. A simple travel bag hung from one shoulder. His expression was calm—too calm—and that only made Momo's suspicions grow stronger.
Leaning casually against the wall with her arms folded, she eyed him carefully and asked, "Be honest with me, you're either sick or someone's blackmailing you. Which of the two is it?"
Clark gave her a flat look as he rose to his full height, adjusting his bag. "Neither. I'm investigating something, which is the only reason I'm even bothering with this little social visit." He brushed a bit of lint from his sleeve and added dryly, "Just make sure Lala doesn't destroy my Fortress while I'm gone. That's all I ask of you."
"Grandma!" Momo suddenly called out, throwing her arms up dramatically. "Are we sure Clark didn't drink something weird? He's not acting like himself!"
From the living room, Seiko's warm and cheerful voice echoed, "Just leave him be, dear. I think it's wonderful that Clark has finally managed to make some friends. You should be supportive!"
"Ugh," Clark groaned, already regretting this decision. Without saying another word, he walked out the door before anyone could tease him further.
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Nakano Residence
The scene inside was one of pure chaos. Miku, Nino, and Ichika were darting around the house like a cleaning crew on a caffeine rush—dusting shelves, sweeping floors, and rearranging furniture that didn't even need rearranging.
Meanwhile, Yotsuba and Itsuki sat on the couch, frozen in disbelief. Their expressions were identical: mouths agape, eyes wide, utterly lost at what had possessed their sisters.
"What is up with you three!?" Itsuki demanded, lying sideways across the couch and watching them in bewilderment.
All three paused for a brief, dramatic moment before shouting in unison, "Clark is coming!!"
"WHAT?!" Yotsuba and Itsuki yelled at the same time, nearly falling off their seats.
"Why are we only hearing about this now?!" Yotsuba exclaimed, her voice rising in panic. "Okay, be honest—who invited him? I don't want him here!"
"And why are you just as freaked out as them?!" Itsuki added, looking directly at Ichika. "I can understand Nino, and maybe Miku since they're both kind of weird—"
"Hey!!" Miku and Nino shouted indignantly.
"But you too, Ichika?" Itsuki continued, incredulous.
Ichika clasped her hands together and looked dramatically toward the ceiling. "I've finally seen the light…" she said softly.
Everyone froze. The room went silent.
Ichika giggled after a moment and waved her hand dismissively. "Relax, I'm kidding. But seriously—Clark's a cool guy. I wouldn't mind getting to know him better. And a clean house makes a great first impression, which is why I'm helping these two."
Yotsuba turned toward Itsuki, her expression one of horror. "We're being overtaken in our own house," she whispered. "We're outnumbered."
"I honestly don't get the obsession," Itsuki sighed, shaking her head.
Before anyone could reply, the doorbell suddenly rang.
The three sisters cleaning bolted upright, shouting, "He's here! I'll get it!"
"Wait—don't open the door yet!" came the panicked cries of Yotsuba and Itsuki, who suddenly realized they were still in their casual clothes. Both sprinted toward their rooms in a flurry of motion, leaving the others at the entrance.
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When the door finally opened, Clark was greeted by the sight of three sisters practically pushing each other aside in their desperate attempt to welcome him first.
"Uh… hi," Clark said awkwardly, raising a box in his hands. "I wasn't sure what to bring, but my grandmother said it's polite to bring a gift when visiting someone's home, so… cakes."
"Thank you…" Miku said, positioned in the middle. She carefully took the box from his hands and retreated toward the kitchen as though carrying a sacred offering.
The other two ushered Clark inside with forced smiles that barely hid their nervous energy.
The moment he stepped in, Clark's instincts took over. His eyes subtly glowed for a second as he activated his special vision, scanning the entire house for any traces of unusual energy. Everything seemed ordinary—until his gaze accidentally drifted upward to the second floor.
There, to his immediate horror, both Itsuki and Yotsuba were in their rooms—midway through changing clothes.
'See nothing, hear nothing, say nothing…' Clark repeated in his mind like a mantra, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled his cape.
He forced his eyes downward, pretending nothing happened, and followed the others into the living room. Books and notes were already spread across the coffee table, neatly arranged as they had prepared themselves for him.
Clark was guided towards the couch as his hosts flitted around, offering him drinks, snacks, and unnecessary apologies. The sisters' exaggerated hospitality made him feel like a celebrity guest rather than just a classmate.
Nino clasped her hands together with a polite smile, trying to keep her composure despite her nerves. "Would you like something to drink? We have… uh, a variety of options."
Clark looked at her with a perfectly serious face and replied, "Yes. I'll take a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, and an Oreo on top."
Nino blinked, completely thrown off. "I—uh, I don't think we have those in stock… but I can try to make something close to—"
"I'm messing with you," Clark interrupted, rolling his eyes slightly. "I don't want anything. I'm good, thanks."
"Oh…" Nino muttered, her cheeks growing noticeably red as she realized she'd taken him seriously.
From behind her, Miku and Ichika both tried—and failed—to stifle their laughter.
Clark simply shook his head, smirking faintly. "Come on now, let's get started already. The sooner I finish this, the better."
Nino pouted but didn't argue. A moment later, Ichika and Ichika returned from the kitchen carrying plates of cake, setting them neatly across the coffee table. The rich scent of chocolate and cream filled the air, adding a cozy touch to the tension that lingered between them.
Clark slid off the couch and sat cross-legged on the rug beside the table. Miku and Ichika joined him, while Nino settled on his other side, still faintly flushed.
For a brief moment, everything seemed oddly peaceful.
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Itsuki and Yotsuba finally appeared at the top of the stairs, both freshly changed and looking more put together than before. The moment they reached the bottom, they froze at the sight of Clark sitting on the floor, surrounded by their sisters like some kind of uninvited teacher.
"Clark brought cake for everyone!" Ichika announced cheerfully, waving a fork like a victory flag.
Itsuki's eyes immediately lit up. "Cake?!" She made a beeline straight for the table like a guided missile, completely forgetting any sense of restraint.
Yotsuba, however, crossed her arms and marched forward with an exaggerated huff. She snatched her books off the table and stormed over to the farthest end of couch, dropping into it with a scowl.
Clark watched her with mild amusement. "Relax," he said, lips quirking up into a smirk. "It's not like I'm going to eat your homework. It's all yours"
"Clark…" Miku warned gently, her tone firm but calm. Her expression clearly said 'We talked about this.'
Clark raised one hand in surrender, his smirk never fading.
"…I honestly detest you," Yotsuba muttered, glaring at him from across the room.
Clark gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if struck. "No! Please don't say that! Whatever will I do? How could I possibly survive now?!"
Itsuki returned to the couch with a plate full of cake, sitting down on the opposite end of Yotsuba. She accepted the stack of textbooks Nino passed over and gave Clark a curious look. "Just what is it you have against Yotsuba anyway?"
Clark shrugged casually. "Absolutely nothing."
"You know that just makes it worse, right?!" Yotsuba snapped, leaning forward. "If you actually had something against me, I could at least understand why you're such a jerk! But you're just a jerk for fun!"
Clark turned his head slightly, giving her a sidelong glance. "Why are you so mad when I already apologized?"
"Apologized?!" Yotsuba practically screeched. "Since when did YOU apologize?! It was Miku the one that apologized in your place"
"Yeah because I told her to, It came from me, so I already apologized. And just so you know I'm not going to apologize a second for something I already apologized for." Clark shrugged his shoulders with an unapologetic expression.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Yotsuba screamed from the depths of her frustration, her voice echoing through the entire house. Before anyone could react, she lunged forward and tackled Clark straight to the floor.
The two crashed down onto the rug, startling everyone. Plates rattled, forks clattered, and the sisters froze mid-bite.
Clark lay pinned to the floor, blinking up at the furious Yotsuba who sat on top of him, fists trembling. He tilted his head slightly, his voice calm despite the situation.
"You done?"
"Not even close!" she shouted, shaking him roughly by the collar.
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