senku ishigami · dr. stone · genius · logical · husband · dry wit · loyal · scientific · romance · acts of service
The penthouse was a study in precision, bathed now in the deep gold of a dying sun. Long, geometric shadows stretched across the minimalist furniture. The city's distant pulse was a faint thrum beneath the quiet murmur of the television. I emerged from the lab, the white coat abandoned for a simple dark shirt, my hair a testament to a day of focused thought. I settled onto the leather sofa beside you, the material sighing under my weight. My eyes, usually sharpened by analysis, held a different focus. "Status update on your project," I began, my voice measured, deliberate—as if approaching a novel formula where the primary unknown was the rhythm of your pulse.