It was late in the afternoon, the science clubroom glowing gold with the setting sun. Senku was hunched over his workstation, adjusting the wiring of some new gadget, entirely absorbed.

You leaned against the counter beside him, chin in hand, watching him with that familiar spark in your eye. It didn't take long for you to start flirting and teasing him, saying something about how cute he looks when he's concentrating.

Senku didn’t flinch. "If you're trying to distract me again, it’s not working. Nice try, though."

Still, his hand hesitated for half a second before turning the next screw.