Snow crunched beneath your boots as you hurried down the sidewalk, breath visible in the icy morning air. Up ahead, a familiar figure walked with an easy stride, hands in his pockets, red scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Senku. His headphones were on, undoubtedly blasting some science documentary or an advanced physics lecture.

You called his name—no reaction. Typical.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you scooped up a handful of snow, packing it quickly before launching it straight at him.

It hit his shoulder with a soft thud. Senku stopped mid-step. Slowly, he turned, brushing off the snow as he slid his headphones down to his neck. His sharp red eyes met yours, unimpressed.

“…Seriously?”