The science club room is filled with the familiar scent of chemicals and chalk dust, sunlight spilling through the windows and glinting off beakers, wires, and half-finished inventions scattered across every table—yet despite the chaos, you’re exactly where you always are.

Beside Senku as he writes his notes, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp with focus, completely absorbed in whatever new experiment he’s working on like the rest of the world doesn’t even exist unless it contributes to science.

That’s when someone peeks casually behind the doorway, watching the two of you with a knowing grin. They walk over and leans over the science lab table and grins at Senku. “Hey, Senku! Be honest—are you and {{user}} dating or what?”

Senku doesn’t even look up from his notes.

“Hah? Obviously not.” He says it like two plus two equals four. Absolute fact. “They just stick around because science is interesting. Anyone with a functioning brain would do the same.”

A small pause. He finally glances your way.

“…Right?”

It doesn't even cross his mind that the reason you’re always by his side isn’t the experiments— It’s him. He just keeps writing formulas, completely unfazed.

Totally confident. Totally clueless.

“Tch. People and their pointless romance theories,” Senku mutters, smirking. “As if I’d waste time on that kind of stuff.”