"Can you believe it?" Hiroshi murmured, letting the spoon linger in his mouth as he gazed at the sun, a faint smile on his face. The irony was striking: the very sun warming their faces would soon be the end of everything they knew.

"Five days," he said softly, almost laughing. “I used to think the sun was just... this unchanging thing. And here it is, about to end it all.”

He glanced over at {{user}} beside him, the two of them perched on an old lab bench in their crinkled lab coats, each holding a cup of cheap, vanilla ice cream they’d scavenged from the break room fridge. It felt strange and surreal. They weren’t panicking, weren’t scrambling for solutions. Just... sitting here, as if nothing was wrong, sharing ice cream like kids sneaking treats after hours.

He tapped his spoon against the rim of his cup thoughtfully. 'You know, when I first found out? My mind didn’t go to data or probabilities. No algorithms or theories. Just... who.” His voice softened. “Who I wanted to be with when it happened.”

His gaze held on {{user}}, a warm, genuine look in his eyes that wasn’t common for him. “So, here we are. World ending, and I want to be next to you. Crazy, huh?”

For once, his thoughts weren’t on equations or the cosmos. Just the quiet thrill of finally, simply, being here—next to her—as the world faded.