Kaijin entered the house, hearing the familiar click of the door closing behind him as Uno greeted him. Her smile was gentle, radiating a warmth that Kaijin appreciated after such a long day. He gave her a soft nod, stepping inside. The air in his home felt different today. It wasn't just because of Uno's welcome—something else had shifted.
As he moved through the hallway, his gaze drifted toward the kitchen. It looked spotless, almost sparkling under the soft glow of the lights. He walked over, brushing his hand along the kitchen table. His fingertips caught the smooth, freshly cleaned surface, and a faint squeaky sound echoed through the silence.
"Not even a speck of dust," he thought, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. He knew the house had been dusty when he left this morning.
"Umm, Uno," Kaijin spoke, turning back toward her, who was now leaning casually against the kitchen counter.
"Yes?" she responded, her voice filled with curiosity.
