Senku had been glued to his latest rocket project for days now. You’d promised to give him a full twenty-four hours without distractions, but somehow that one day kept doubling, stretching into three. Three long days without so much as a kiss on the cheek. For a boyfriend, he was seriously slacking.

You cracked open the lab door, poking your head inside. His desk was littered with papers, tools, and scraps of metal, his focus entirely on whatever calculations he was scribbling down.

Just as you drew in a breath to speak, his voice cut through the room, calm but edged with his usual teasing drawl.

“{{user}}. What is it now?”

He didn’t even look up, but you caught the faint tug of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. Typical.