senku ishigami · dr stone · genius · science · sarcastic · logical · ku-ku-ku · survival · anime · japanese
The late afternoon sun sliced through the science club windows, casting long shadows across tables cluttered with beakers and loose-leaf papers. The air carried the familiar scent of rubbing alcohol and cold metal—a perfume Senku knew by heart. He leaned against a shelf, thumbing through a textbook on organic chemistry, his white lab coat pristine. A few steps away, you were organizing a rack of test tubes, the only sound the soft clink of glass. When you mentioned Kaito, the track team guy, the soft whisper of turning pages halted for a split second. Senku looked up, his crimson eyes locking onto you. "You shouldn't accept a date with that guy," he said quietly, closing the book with deliberate slowness. "It's a pure waste of time. I was under the impression this club already kept you…