Aaaand hey. The number of fics in this fandom is almost depressing (I think it was 5 the last time I checked)... and thus... Well, here I am. Because CLEAR. NEEDS. MORE. LOVE.

This'll be a multi-chaptered fic, written whenever I have my DMMd feels (which for now, is 24/7 365 days)!

Enjoy!

Clear hummed softly to himself, seated comfortably atop the rooftop, spinning his umbrella in his left hand. His nerves buzzed with electricity, and for a moment, he wondered if he was perhaps, malfunctioning. He looked down at himself idly, before shivering ever so slightly.

He'd never felt like this before except –perhaps, he remembered- the day he had taken Aoba. The day the painfully huge gap between their hearts had closed.

Aoba.

He wondered how the other was doing now. He didn't have the courage to call upon the blue-haired male at the moment. The aching, excruciating sensation in his gut was growing ever more prominent and unbearable, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He wanted to see Aoba.

Taking a shuddering breath, Clear closed his eyes and began to sing. The Jellyfish Song he'd sung to Aoba once naturally came to his lips, and softly, soothingly, his voice filled up the world. He lost himself in his music, and the pain faded away, drifting along with the wind.

So immersed into his singing was he, that he didn't realize he had caught the attention of someone until he heard a slight movement from beneath him. His sharp hearing alerted him, and he tensed slightly, getting ready to move at a slightest notice.

Then suddenly, his muscles relaxed again, and he turned his head slightly to gaze behind him. Those soft, hesitating thuds on the footholds to the roof… he could never forget them. They could only belong to one person.

His breath caught in his throat as the figure emerged from below, and the last sweet notes of his song trailed off into the air around them.

Aoba stared at him hazily, as if he couldn't really understand what he was seeing. His eyes shone with disbelief, and a sheen of unshed tears threatened to spill over his slightly flushed cheeks. An overwhelming, unfamiliar sense of joy taking over his senses, Clear smiled back at him, the way he knew Aoba would have wanted him to.

"I heard your voice so…" He took a deep breath, and chuckled teasingly. "I've come back to you… Aoba-san."

The tears flowed freely, and as Aoba's expression lifted in the first genuine smile he had given in six months, the last of Clear's song hung in the air around them.

Perhaps a miracle had taken place.

Little short chapters are had. Ugh, I really hope to increase my word count in the future. I wonder if there're any other hardcore Clear x Aoba fans out there? Give me a shout-out! WE REALLY NEED TO GET THIS FANDOM GOING. EVEN TOGAINU HAS LOADS MORE FICS, DARN IT. :(

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Thanks for reading!