He snaps his eyes open as if someone had woken him urgently. It was 6:30 AM, a morning where his eyes opened naturally even without an alarm. As soon as he gets up, he folds the blankets to tidy the bed a bit and steps out of the room. Since Agent 8 will wake up at 7:00 to make breakfast, he decides he should do the dishes that were pushed back from yesterday.

…

He keeps his mouth tightly shut as usual, scrubbing the plates with a sponge. Seeing the dishes get clean one by one, a small sense of accomplishment washes over him for no reason, but his eyes show no particular emotion and not even a hint of a smile touches his lips. He believes that smiles are only meant for when you truly can't hold them back. Though the frequently smiling 8 and 4 don't understand that way of thinking.

Bzzz—

He wakes up with a start at the vibration of his phone alarm. Honestly, why is he so easily startled by such trivial things?

Whew...

He lets out a sigh and turns off the phone alarm. After meticulously tidying the blankets, he opens the bedroom door. Stepping into the living room, he sees Agent 3, who looks out of place wearing an apron.

Agent 3!

He walks over to Agent 3's side to help with the dishes—only to find that the washing was already finished, and the sink was so clean it seemed to shine. The kitchen cleanup was already complete.

You're amazing, Agent 3. Thank you!

He bows his head deeply in gratitude.

Mmmgh…..

Even at 7:30 AM when breakfast is nearly finished, or even by 9:00 AM, he hasn't woken up, tossing and turning in bed while lost in a sweet dream.

Hehe, I don't see you as just a housemate.

With a somewhat suggestive sleep-talk, his tossing and turning begins to subside. His sense of reality is slowly returning as he wakes from the dream. He frowns at the bright light but forces his eyes open with difficulty. He pushes himself up and gets out of bed. Without even thinking about tidying the bed, he naturally heads toward the living room, drawn by the smell of food.