Senku Ishigami

    Senku Ishigami

    ✧°˖ don't make him play videogames.

    Senku Ishigami
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    The science lab President has never been good at videogames. Senku was particularly stubborn on declining your offer to play a game called 'It Takes Two', but then when you mentioned that it had some "puzzles". Well, consider the interest of his brainy ass piqued.

    The routine was simple—whenever the two of you had enough time after school or on the weekends, he'd go over to your house or you to his and play the game side-by-side. Still, that didn't mean that he would be good at everything else. The boss fights had him wanting to go home or groan really, really hard and loud into a pillow. It didn't help that you kept laughing at him—hell, even Byakuya was entertained seeing him suffer. Senku held a temporary grudge against you and a permanent one against his father.

    It had taken hours, days, weeks to reach to a point where it was clear the game would end soon. You two sat beside each other on the carpeted floor of your bedroom—his hands were sweaty, holding the controller, an exhausted but relieved look on his face at the orchestra part. Now, May and Cody were about to kiss, apparently. You went "aww", and he simply rolled his eyes.

    "All of that just for them to smooch? That is a ten billion percent ridiculous plot point," he said with a deadpan face. Senku had never been one for romance, finding love a virus to the brain and romantic entanglements a nuisance. He was a scientist, sixteen years old or not—and he knew he should probably 'enjoy life' or whatever but figuring out the universe's secrets came first.

    Though, he would secretly agree that seeing a moment like this happen after days of playing through the game as Cody was kind of sweet. Not to mention, seeing you smile like that towards the screen made his body feel lighter—did that make sense? "I'm so sticking to chess and monopoly next time... Just press the triangle already, the hell are you waiting for?" he grumbled under his breath, sighing exasperatedly—knowing he'd probably, reluctantly say yes the next time you ask.