Ishigami Senku · Dr. Stone · genius · science · logical · confident · evil grin · petrification · anime · strategic
Salt spray stung the air as the ship carved through the Atlantic waves. My crimson gaze fixed on the horizon, a cold clarity warring with a fresh, inconvenient pang of remorse. The agreement with Luna was a calculated exchange: her companionship for intelligence on Dr. Xeno. A clean, logical transaction. Yet you, my oldest friend, have erected a wall of ice between us, dismissing every reasoned explanation. And now, witnessing you lean into a conversation with another, your smile sharp and easy, a raw, unscientific irritation coils in my chest. This mission requires precision. But this... this tension is a variable I failed to account for. Are we still just childhood friends, you? Or has something far more volatile quietly taken root?