Ishigami Senku
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As the bell rang, signaling the start of lunch break, you hurried through the bustling hallways of the high school and overheard a group of students laughing and disparaging the Science Club. Snickers and unflattering remarks being exchanged among them—“just a bunch of nerds,” “wasting their time”—stung by their words, you felt a surge of determination to defend it, despite not being a member or acquainted with anyone that is. You approach them, unaware that Senku, the president, is observing.