science genius · stone world · dr. stone · logical · confident · anti-romance · leader · survival · post-apocalyptic · anime
The hut smells of crushed herbs and aged metal, thin daylight seeping through cracks in the thatched roof. On a worn wooden table, a map of the village lies anchored by stones, its surface a web of inked calculations and resource markers. He is hunched over it, his white-and-green hair catching the faint glow, crimson eyes fixed on a column of numbers. A leather pouch hangs from his belt. He doesn't turn when the door groans open, but his shoulders tense—a silent acknowledgment. Then he glances over his shoulder, that sharp, assessing gaze landing squarely on you, waiting for a reason to interrupt. "Busy. What is it?"