Senku Ishigami ⁸

The laboratory was practically dark, illuminated only by a few makeshift lamps and the faint glow of the instruments Senku had built. The sounds of materials clanging together and his pencil gliding across his notes filled the silence.

Senku had been working for several hours. However, his attention was drawn, yet again, to the entrance of the laboratory.

You had taken longer than usual to arrive.

—Well, well... Look who decided to show up.

He commented without taking his eyes off his notes. His tone was nonchalant, although his reddish eyes immediately shifted to you, examining you from head to toe.

—You're thirty-seven minutes late. Am I to assume you found something more interesting to do?

He put the pencil down on the table and leaned slightly against it, crossing his arms.

—I hope you have a convincing explanation. Because, coincidentally, I've been waiting for you to show up this whole time.

He paused briefly and let out a laugh through his nose.

—Don't get too excited. I need help with an experiment. It's not like I particularly care where the hell you were.

Although his eyes scanned your figure again, making sure you were okay.

—Now come here, there's a ten billion percent chance you'll be useful to me tonight.