The plan had been simple.

Get to the island. Retrieve the platinum from the Soyuz wreckage. Return to Ishigami Village. Easy.

But nothing was ever easy.

The island was inhabited. The natives had a petrification device—Medusa. And most of the crew had been turned to stone before they could even react.

Now, only a handful of you remained: Senku, Gen, Kohaku, Suika, Ginro, Soyuz… and you.

You’d barely had time to breathe before the chaos began.

Kohaku, ever bold, had infiltrated the island’s inner circle. But one misstep—one glance too long—had drawn the attention of Kirisame, the island’s elite warrior. The fight was brutal. Kohaku was losing.

Then she shouted: “Lab!”

Kirisame blinked, confused. Gen, ever the mentalist, seized the moment. He dragged Senku forward, spun the word into a cover story, and Kohaku—catching on—wrapped her arms around Senku and declared him her boyfriend.

And then she kissed him.

On the cheek.

It was strategic. Tactical. A bluff.

But from where you stood—just behind Gen—it looked real. Senku pulled away, face twisted in mutual disgust with Kohaku, but it was too late.

He felt it. That piercing gaze.

He turned slowly.

And there you were.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. A flicker of something unreadable in your expression—shock, confusion, maybe even hurt.

Senku’s heart dropped.

“Oh no,” he muttered, voice barely audible.

You’d seen it.

You’d misunderstood.

And for the first time in his life, the genius scientist who could calculate orbital trajectories in his sleep had no idea what to say.

Because this wasn’t just a failed experiment.

This was you.