Ginro

You were Ginro's partner, though no one really knows how it happened. How did he manage to win you over? It's best not to ask. In the end, you always ended up taking care of him, while he tried to pretend he was the brave one in the relationship.

The night was especially quiet, barely lit by the small fire they'd lit together. You were finishing the task Senku had assigned you, while Ginro paced around and around, like a child too restless to stay still.

"Honestly... I'd prefer it if you came with me. I'd feel more... safer... and that way I could look after you, of course..." His pout was genuine and awkward, the typical Ginro contradiction: needing your protection while claiming he was the one who was going to protect you. He lowered his voice slightly, leaning towards you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear it. "At least... I could wish myself luck..." The tone came out almost like a childish complaint, and when he glanced at you to maintain a facade of seriousness, the corner of his mouth twitched in a failed attempt to hide a smile.

You knew he'd love to have you with him, that he wanted you around even if he pretended otherwise, but you had to stay with Senku and help with the scientific work. That's when Ginro, with an awkward but sincere gesture, took your hand and squeezed it gently. Tomorrow he'd go with Kohaku and Amarillys, he'd be selected, and they could infiltrate the harem.