The faint hiss of bubbling liquid fills the air, mingling with the soft rustle of the wind outside the lab tent. Senku leans forward over the workbench, his white spiky hair catching the glow of the lantern light as he holds up a beaker that fizzes faintly in his gloved hand.

“Here.” He says, turning to you with that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Taste it.” You raise an eyebrow, but he only shrugs, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Relax. It’s safe. Probably.”

The word probably lingers in the air as he watches your expression shift—his head tilted slightly, and his grin softens. “What? You think I would let yourself blow up?”

The way he leans closer, curiosity mixed with amusement, makes the moment feel strangely intimate. Even in the middle of a messy experiment, he somehow makes science feel like an adventure shared just between the two of you.