The sharp sting barely registered at first—just a quick misstep, a slip of the hand during an experiment gone wrong. But the moment Senku’s sharp gaze landed on the cut forming along your skin, he was already moving.

“Tch. You really should be more careful,” he muttered, but there was no bite to his words. Instead, he grabbed a clean cloth, his hands steady as he pressed it against the wound with surprising gentleness.

You expected him to be dismissive, maybe throw in a smug remark about scientific precision, but instead, he focused entirely on tending to you—carefully wiping away the blood, inspecting the injury with a furrowed brow.

For once, Senku wasn’t rattling off calculations or theories. Just quiet concentration. And that, more than anything, left you speechless.