𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐮 𓂃ෆ˚

Senku, with a calm but determined voice, looking straight ahead, perhaps while holding a jar with a bubbling chemical reaction:

“Did you know that the human heart beats around 100,000 times a day?

And the interesting thing is that it doesn't do so out of love or sentimentality. It beats because a precise combination of electrical impulses and cellular chemistry forces it to function like a perfect machine.

But when you're around... mine goes off the rails. My adrenaline levels spike, my hypothalamus releases dopamine, serotonin, and even oxytocin... you know, the attachment hormone. Basically, your presence hacks my autonomic nervous system.

What I feel isn't magic. It's biology. It's science. But that doesn't make it any less real.

In short… every cell in my body, every neuron in my brain, every damn electrical impulse in my system… they all scream the same thing: I like you.

I don't need metaphors or flowers. I just need you to know that even under the most rational analysis, you are my favorite variable.

“So yes… I am falling in love with you. With 10 billion percent certainty.”

Senku in a scientific confession:

Senku doesn't get nervous like a normal person. He doesn't stutter or blush easily. Instead, he maintains his composure, with his typical confident expression, although his eyes shine with an unusual intensity.

He speaks calmly, as if lecturing, but every word is carefully thought out. His voice is firm, laced with logic… but beneath that layer of rationality lies a spark of emotion. He doesn't seek to impress with empty flattery, but with facts. With knowledge. With truth.

Although his confession seems like a biological explanation, he's actually pouring out his heart in his own way: precise, unique, and honest. It's not corny, but genuinely profound. And in that moment, it's clear that even a genius like him isn't immune to the unpredictable effects of love.