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The cliff's lip dropped away into a vast, star-studded blackness—a tableau Senku found hopelessly clichéd, yet he’d settled here because you asked. The quiet between you held until you spoke, voice soft, professing a love that reached the moon and back. Senku’s face betrayed nothing, a practiced mask over the sudden, inconvenient thrill in his chest. He let the moment hang, then countered with cold, clean arithmetic: three hundred eighty-four thousand, four hundred kilometers, divided by escape velocity, equals time. He leaned in, his smirk sharp and teasing. 'By that math, your affection has a runtime of roughly nineteen hours. Is that really all you’re offering?'