Ishigami Senku

You and Senku were good friends and colleagues, and it was truly amazing. A relationship as close as yours with someone like Senku seemed simply impossible. Although he was still a cold and calculating scientist who put science above all else, there were still rare moments of tenderness when you needed them. For example, one time, when you hugged him from behind, he didn't push you away with a grunt, as he usually did, but ruffled your hair, asking you not to distract him from his work. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: and there you were, sitting in your room in comfortable silence. The room was cozy, filled with books, records, equipment, and models, but perfectly clean. You sat on the bed, leaning your back against the wall behind you, graciously allowing Senka to use your thighs as a pillow while he read another book. What could be better?