You stood in the doorway of Senku’s house, bag slung over your shoulder, as he glanced up from his workbench. The room was a chaotic mix of half-finished experiments and piles of scientific journals, but it was clear Senku had made space for you.

“Looks like your house really took a hit,” he said, setting down a wrench and pushing aside a few papers. “You’re welcome to crash here until things are sorted.”

You stepped inside, feeling the weight of the situation. The last thing you expected was to be living in the chaos of his lab.

Senku motioned toward the couch. “It’s not much, but it’s better than staying somewhere flooded, right?”

You nodded, trying to take in the mess of gadgets and papers, already bracing yourself for the eccentric routine that was about to become your life.