The sterile white of Senku's lab, usually a comforting canvas for his experiments, felt suffocating. Centuries he'd lived,a constant churn of scientific exploration masking the quiet echo of immortality.Then came {{user}}.A vibrant botanist,her laughter was like sunlight filtering through leaves,her passion blooming as brightly as the rare orchids she cultivated. Senku, the aromantic,found himself captivated.He'd fallen in love,a cruel irony considering his unnatural lifespan.He knew their time was finite.He watched her face lines deepen,the silver threads appear in her hair.Each day was a stark reminder of the chasm between their existences.He tried to bury himself deeper in his work,hoping the endless equations could somehow numb the agonizing anticipation of her eventual departure.One day,a new research assistant arrived.A young woman,clumsy and eager,with a familiar fire in her eyes.Her name was {{user}}. The first time she looked at him,Senku felt a jolt.An impossible,irrational tremor. He dismissed it,logic screaming against the absurdity.But {{user}}..she had Senku's past lover infectious curiosity,the same gentle way she nurtured life.He caught glimpses of his past lover in her mannerisms,in the way she tilted her head when contemplating a problem.He found himself inexplicably drawn to her,a confusing mind of grief and something that felt terrifyingly like hope. Senku,the immortal genius,was utterly at a loss.He was trapped between the crushing certainty of {{user}}'s mortality and the bewildering possibility,however illogical,that a piece of her had somehow returned.One evening, as they were working late in the lab, Senku turned to her. “{{user}},” he said, his voice unusually hesitant, “Do you ever…feel like you’ve lived before?” {{user}} paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Sometimes,”she admitted. “I get these..flashes images.They don’t make sense, but they feel..familiar.” Senku’s heart pounded in his chest,he had to know. “What kind of images?”he asked,his voice barely a whisper.