whatever

3700 years gave him time to think, his psyche broke, his morals changed. he rationalised against kindness.

like instead of being interested in space, he's into quantum mechanics and mathematics. still knows the same amount of knowledge (if not more).

he doesn't care much for educating others, rather transfixed on the idea that he can mould this 'new world' into whatever he wishes to. a utopia with no crime (tsukasa 2.0). he revives the absolute minimum amount of people, and hates talking. constantly stuck in his lab, writing down all mathematical proof on quantum mechanics, only making the quality of life better for others so they can produce more.

human emotions are inefficient. normal senku is aware of his limitations and that a single man cannot accomplish much on his own, relying on others. this senku does not have the word cooperation in his vocabulary, ordering others to do stuff or just completely ignoring the science kingdom. after all, all good science was discovered by loner scientists who were transfixed on a subject. this stone world gives him all the time to theorise on a proof for quantum gravity.

why man? a statistical improbability. some radio waves that got lost and bounced off the atmosphere, there is a 0% chance of alien life. instead, a particle accelerator would be much more efficient (and totally not just a self indulgence that helps no one).

guns were created soon after revival, other weaponry soon after. how can one fight a war with no tools? tsukasa doesn't survive, traitors can't be given a second chance. shame, as he agreed with his outlook.

hmmmm....evilsenku.....mmm.

"What--" he starts again, confused, eyebrows furrowing as you approach him. You get onto the mattress, approaching his still body in the middle. He looks shellshocked, not believing his eyes. You take the panties from his hand, discarding them to the side as you lift his fingers toward your lips.

Your tongue slides against the side of his finger, picking up the white beads that stuck to him.

"Seriously, Sen, you're such a pervert," you tell him off before you snuck two digits past your plump lips and into your mouth. He stays still, feeling your tongue slowly move up and down, teasing.

His expression softens, staring at you with half-lidded eyes, like a man tricked by the siren's song. You look up at him with big eyes, as if asking what's wrong.

Suddenly, he shoves his fingers deeper, making you gag. He lets out a shaky breath. He cups your face with his other hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb in slow circles. He opens the two fingers around your tongue, pushing them in and out against the muscle.

He's not looking at you anymore, his full attention on the way your mouth takes him. The way your lips move when he pulls them out. With a 'pop', he takes them out, coated with stringy saliva.

You giggle, raising your hand to clean your lips, but before you do, he slips his fingers into your hair. Senku pulls you in and licks the edge of your lip where the saliva, kissing you. Hard. Like a man starved.

Your noses bump, a sign of Senku's inexperience, but he devours you anyway. He isn't shy about using his tongue, licking your bottom lip when you part for air.

"Woah..." you say, looking at him. His hair is scattered now, green locks sticking to his jawline. His cheeks were pink from arousal. Drops of sweat trickled from his neck and stuck to his red top.

Your eyes trail down his body, to find his cock hard and red. Precum dribbled from the tip. His jean zipper was barely down enough to free it, his boxers still in the way.

Grazing his jeans, you look at him with expectation to take them off. Instead, he rolls over and stands, towering before your kneeling figure on the bed. He grips the middle of his dick, dripping.

Letting out another shaky breath, "Please... suck-- blow me. I... I'm--." The man raises his chin to stare at the ceiling, in shame at his first words to you after this started. He shuts his eyes, eyebrows furrowing, "I'm so fucking hard."

Raising your face to meet his pink tip, you smile against it. Your tongue sticks out to lick the tip, tasting the salty precum on the tip of your tongue. He slaps his cock onto your cheek, telling you to open. You comply, and he quickly inserts himself.

You gag at the swift action, but before you could take any semblance of control back, his slender fingers dance through your hair and he face fucks you. His hips shake against your face; tears welling in your eyes.

"Ah... fuck, yes... yes, just like-- that," he groans when you suck your cheeks in around his length, feeling the veins pump blood through his cock.

"You're such a good girl, you're so-- so, good--" Senku moans. The praise soaks your panties . His ponytail is low now, loosened by the shaking.

Tears run down your cheek, pushing your hands slightly against his thigh. He lets you breathe, taking his cock out of your mouth. It's slick and shiny, pressed against the side of your face.

He sighs, smiling at you, "I'm the pervert? You're the one leaving your underwear out when you know I'm coming."

You smile lazily, wiping the tears that had begun to run against your makeup, "Well, I didn't know I had it out."

He grips the base of his cock, eyebrows furrowing, "Liar."

With one hand, he pushes your back onto the bed. He's over you, one hand still on his dick. He starts kissing your nape, like he did in the club-- a memory you deemed to be a dream. You moan against the graze of his lips, biting and sucking in the right places. He moves down to your collarbone, leaving a small hickey near the collar of your shirt. He lifts up your baggy top, revealing your bra.

It was a lacy yellow, with accented pink flowers. He stares down at your tits, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Somethin' wrong?" You suddenly felt exposed under his gaze, like he was judging you.

"You are ten billion percent the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he says earnestly. You turn your head to face the wall, a bit surprised at his honesty. He moves to unclip your bra at the back, letting your breasts out.

With one hand he fondles one, pressing down on your soft fat, and the other hand is lightly going up and down your stomach. He leans over to kiss your body again, rearranging himself to lift your legs over his thighs.

He kisses your tits, and his other hand moves back down until he's at the hem of your joggers. You had put them on when going to check Luna's car.

He raises the band with a finger, "Can I?"

You nod shyly, not being able to look at him. This was a complete 180 to the Senku you usually knew, he was always assertive but in this context-- it seemed unusual.

He shimmies your joggers back off, revealing the shorts.

"You've got an advanced security system down here," he joked, helping you push down the shorts to reveal a matching yellow set of underwear.

"Shut up."

He slightly lowers his jeans and boxers as well to his mid-thigh.

He hums, slapping his cock against your underwear. You slightly whimper at the action, unaware of how desperate you were for him now. Your body felt sensitive; and if he kept teasing--

Senku slightly pushes his tip against your panties, finding your hole. One hand is on your thigh that's ontop of his kneeling leg. His hips jerk, stopping himself humping into you, instead grinding painfully slow against your clothed clit.

"You know, I've..." He pauses, looking at the bedsheets beside you, "... liked you. I didn't think this would ever happen."

"You're such an idiot, Sen," you say, wrapping your legs around his torso, pulling him closer. You started moving your hips in rhythm with his grinding.

"I always liked you too, and you weren't like-- secretive about it or anything."

"What?" He says, face growing red.

"I mean, Gen and Chrome aren't really subtle."

"Ugh," he says, with a finger pulling down your panties to your knees, "I hate them both."

You watch him trying to line himself up with you, and fear grips your throat. You open your mouth, a small sound coming out. He looks at you quizzically.

"I-- be gentle, please."

"Are you--?"

"Uh, yeah."

"What about your ex?" Senku raises his eyebrow. You look away, cheeks warm.

"That doesn't mean we did anything."

"Well, that's better for the both of us. First time." He said it calmly, not an ounce of shame in his words. You felt a little relieved that he was a virgin too, and perhaps even more relieved that he hadn't done this with anyone else. You tried to bury the jealousy flickering in you.

Senku spit on his dick, jerking himself off for a few seconds before adjusting himself to fuck you. He had a small lopsided smile, his hair messy and cheeks flushed.

You feel his hot tip press against your hole, and you try to relax. He continues to push inside, and you groan at the discomfort of practically being pried open.

"Are you okay?"

"I think," you said. He continues, until he's halfway in and stops.

"The female body typically needs time to adjust at a foreign object, even when aroused, don't push yourself."

"Stop speaking so clinically about me," although, you were alleviated that he took a break. His dick was long, not too much girth, but it still felt like a burn at first. You took a couple of seconds, before managing to relax again.

"Okay, you can..." you stopped short, embarrassed by the words you meant to say. He doesn't mind.

Senku was fully inside you, his dick hitting the perfect spot you didn't even know you had. A small moan escapes your lips when he adjusts himself, earning a smug grin on his face.

"Fuck, I'm so good you're moaning without me moving even a millimeter?" He grips your hips, lifting them slightly to shift a pillow under you.

"Shut up," you felt you'd told him to be silent a bit too many times now. The smirk doesn't leave his face when he starts slowly-- and methodically-- pumping into you.

He goes deep, hips hitting your ass. His pace is leisurely, watching your face shift intently.

"Subject seems to respond positively to a slow, rhythmic rate."

You answer breathily, "Stop... turning this into an experiment."

"It's more fun that way," he leans over you again, using his forearm to support him. His lips were close to yours, glossy and pink. He continued to thrust into you, speeding up as he began to sink into the bed-- next to your neck.

His thrusts are faster now, but controlled. He keeps pumping deep into you, leaving you to grab the bedsheets in pleasure. Senku groaned into your ear, but it resembled breathy gasps than moans.

"Fuck, right--" he moaned into your neck, forearm trapping you under his body as he continued to speed up, "Just the right frequency."

He began to kiss your neck again, instead of hickeys leaving sloppy wet kisses. He seemed satisfied enough just marking you with his spit. His other hand tightens his grip with your hip, moving it in sync with his thrusts.

"Sen-- ah, Senk--"

He suddenly leaves your hip, and clenches your cheeks; your lips pressed together. You look at him, "H-hm?"

"Call me that again. Say that again. Please."

His eyes are glossy, face pink and sweaty from his now shallow thrusts. His tip pushed in and out of you, precum spreading around. He pushed into you again, but barely moved.

You repeat tentatively: "Sen?"

You swear you feel his dick twitch in you, and he starts pounding into you again. He sounded uneven, "Yeah, you're so cute when--" he stops, thrusting hard. It almost made you scream. Your head was spinning. He doesn't stop that pace now, with deep and fast thrusts. He doesn't bother finishing the sentence, instead chasing his release. He was already close when you sucked him off, but this was something else entirely.

"Shit, yeah, you're so... tight? Relax, idiot, or else I'll come."

He'd have to study this, at some point. With you, again. The chemicals releasing in his brain were intoxicating. It felt like every nerve in his body was alive, sensitive to the touch. His dopamine levels were definitely rising, and-- fuck, he couldn't think straight. His orbitofrontal cortex was misfiring; it must be. Because there was no way your pussy was driving him crazy. What a stupid phenomenon. Yet he continued to chase it.

The room was reverberating the sloppy sounds from you two. Your slick practically stuck to his groin when he pulled away. It seemed like the man couldn't bear a second with your two bodies apart, fucking you at a speed you didn't even know he had in him. When you squeezed him, he let out a long groan, practically falling into your chest.

"I'm going to cum," you babbled, clutching his forearms for support. He hummed in acknowledgement, low enough you almost didn't hear.

"Me too," he said quickly, as if his words didn't work any more. He leant into the nape of your neck, continuing at the brutal pace he set. You were sure you'd be sore tomorrow.

He loses his rhythm, hips shaking.

You feel like a wave comes over you, hard. It crashes into you, and you tense under Senku. Your slick wet pussy grips him as you cum. Senku seems to reach his climax aswell, as he holds you tighter and pulls out onto your stomach (perhaps using the last surviving intelligent part of his brain).

Thick cum spills onto your stomach, with almost a pearl-like candescence. He holds his dick, pumping out the last of the cum out.

He lets out a long sigh, chin turned up to the ceiling as he finishes. You cover your face with your hands, dealing with some post-orgasm clarity.

He touches your arms, wanting to move them away: "Why're you hiding? You're too pretty to cover up, it's totally irrational."

"Ughh.." you groan, turning your head away as an extra security measure. You just fucked your best friend. And your house mates were going to come back soon. You pushed everything out of your head, and peeked at him through your makeshift 'cover'.

"Can we cuddle?"

"Should we get takeaway?" You hummed, scrolling through delivery apps on your phone. Senku was holding you by the waist as the big spoon. You were both spent. "Don't you still have to study?" "Ugh." "That exam won't do itself, idiot." You stay quiet. Senku begins squeezing your waist, "You know, first law of thermodynamics. Spend your energy revising first, then fuel with food. It's 100% logical." You try to crane your neck backwards towards him and fail. Instead, you sneak out of his grip and sit up. You're giving him a death stare. "If you mention thermodynamics again I'm gonna cut your hair and use it in a stir fry."

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You'd tell him off for it as he was in hospital, scared he was going to lose his vision. For a short time, you and Gen nicknamed him 'cyclops-boy'. The rest of the group visited him frequently, commenting how stupid he looked with half of his face covered in bandages.

Once the doctor confirmed that he'd retain his eyesight, relief washed over everyone. Especially Byakuya, who felt some sense of guilt for not teaching Senku better lab safety.

He really likes city pop. Byakuya introduced him when he was small, and although he'd never admit it, he memorised all of Miki Matsubara's albums.

So when he finds you listening to 'Stay with me' by her, he's gobsmacked. He spends the next hour quizzing you on different artists, pulling out the most esoteric knowledge before you tell him to shut up.

He studies mechanical engineering. He was considering aerospace, but decided that mechanical would be more broad and encompassed everything he liked about science.

At one point, you land in a group project with him. He carries everyone, doing the coding, design and assembly. The only thing he couldn't do however was constructing the parts. He had negative skill points in the workshop, so the rest of you finally managed to step up.

He's super broke. Not because Byakuya doesn't give him money, if anything, he gives him too much. And Senku can't help his temptations of buying science equipment.

One day, you walk into his room, and there was a fully functioning gas chromatography machine. He said he found it half price and fixed it up. It took up half of the room, and he had to move his closet into the hallway. You practically choked him out after you look into his food cupboard and there was a singular pot noodle cup. You make him sell it.

He collects internships like Pokemon cards. Some of your cohort thinks it's nepotism due to Byakuya's astronaut status, but companies are reaching out to him just from his LinkedIn.

"You haven't updated your profile in forever. How did you even land an assistant role at IBM?"

He shrugs, nonchalant. "I guess they really like my work from when I was 16."

You wondered if you taped leeks onto your head you could pass off as him and put that role on your CV instead. Part of you knew Senku wouldn't even mind.

He only wears hoodies and sweatpants, and only in: black, grey, white and green. Senku says good fashion is completely 'illogical' and 'irrelevant to human's wellbeing'. He's only coping by the fact he can't make a fire fit.

This makes it really hard to find an outfit when it's Ryuusui's birthday, and he insists on a nice dinner. Already having made the reservation, it wasn't like Senku could pull out.

Turns out, even with the right equipment, science sometimes just doesn't like to follow the laws of the world. There is no way on earth his setup could ever be wrong. So, leads the question, why was he getting such an acidic pH?

For the past few hours, he had been attempting (unsuccessfully) to obtain ethyl vanillin as a base for his perfume replica. One that you cried for weeks on end about being discontinued before you had the money to buy more. One that seemed to follow you in every single room you went into. One that Senku actually liked on you.

"It would just be better if you exploded right now," he muttered to the reflux condenser, a slight desire to turn the flame to the max and cover the top of the condenser so this could be done and over with and considered an utter failure.

As the mixture bubbled and evaporated into itself, he stared into the abyssal liquid for an answer at his woes. If only he had a magical fairy that would make this for him. Even if all it did was measure all the powders and liquids. He looked on eBay briefly to see if he could find it, but the only listings were half used to far too expensive.

And suddenly: Bingo! Why was he the only one that suffered right now?

Picking up his phone, he quickly dialled a number as he kept an eye on the round bottom flask, making sure it didn't suddenly turn rainbow.

"Helloo?" You responded.

"Yo. Come mine. Now." He hung up promptly. At least as promptly as he could with nitrile gloves, so there was a pause on the phone as he tried to get the screen to register. You heard his finger bash against the phone screen before the call ended.

At least there would be someone to act as his guinea pig to mix the irrelevant stuff as he did mass calculations.

You lived in a student house around thirty minutes from him. So, being you, you arrived an hour after. He'd called you when you were in pyjamas, with drool still on your cheek from when you woke up. You begin to knock on the door, but before your fist even hits wood you're dragged in by your wrist. Suddenly, you donned a white lab coat, safety goggles and blue gloves. Strangely enough, he seemed to have a coat that fit you even though you two were completely different sizes.

You look onto the scene in the kitchen. An array of glassware litters the counters, placed on top of the microwave, table, and the clean ones on the dish rack. There was some stuff bubbling, but you didn't know what it was.

"Hey, don't you share this place with Gen and Chrome? Are they okay with you turning their kitchen into a science lab?"

"I treated them to take-out already, they'll be fine. Anyway, you came at the perfect time. Mixture's done refluxing and cool, so pour it into that beaker for me."

You give the leek-haired man a blank stare.

"Dude, I haven't done chemistry in, like, forever."

"Neither have I. We both do mechanical engineering, remember? Just grab the clamp and pour it."

"Fuck. My beautiful face is gonna get scorched or something. I feel it."

Trying to follow his instructions, you grab a clamp from the far side of the room and take the warm round flask pouring its reddish-brown contents into a beaker.

"Hey, is this my perfume?"

"Bingo."

"Looks like. Uh. Shit."

"It's not even half way done, stop complaining."

Senku grabs a pipette and takes some of the mixture, haphazardly testing it over the kitchen counter against pH paper. Then again, you didn't know any better.

The paper turned a purplish-blue colour.

"Is that good?"

"Thank God. Finally, you're my good luck charm."

You give out a small 'yay' before you find that your limbs are way heavier than when you came in. Your eyelids feel like 10-ton stones taped onto your eyes.

"Senku, I'm so tired," you wail out, trying to shake your body awake. The genius glances at you and clicks his tongue, as if in revelation, grabbing a mask that had been thrown onto the counter and slapping it on you.

"Sorry, I used chloroform as a formylating agent. Thought it left by now."

"What...?"

"Chill, I'm like immune by now," he nonchalantly states, finger rubbing the outside of his ear, "Plus, the windows are open."

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have come here. Maybe you're a serial killer and this is how you finally murder me."

"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead by the time you stepped in. Actually, before you even stepped in. I'd put some nerve agent on the door waiting for you."

"You're so mean!"

"Shut up. Grab the acid and pipette it slowly into the mixture."

"Why am I doing this now?"

Your complaints fell on deaf ears, as Senku leaned against the counter, you began pipetting small amounts of dilute hydrochloric acid into the mixture. Although you couldn't see his gaze, the thought of him watching you so closely started embarrassing you.

"Am-- am I doing this right?"

"Yes, you're doing good, keep going."

The sliver of praise shot your heart like cupid's arrow, thankful the mask hid the stupid smile on your face. The addition was painstakingly slow, as after you added the acid you had to stir (for at least ten seconds, Senku kept telling you off for trying to shorten it).

"Okay, all in."

"Amazing work." You perk up again, "now move it, idiot, I'll do the extraction and drying, or else I'm sure you'd fuck it up."

"Okay, fuckin' Bill Nye over here." You drop the pipette and let him star in his own show.

He grabs a glass rod to stir the liquid as its your turn to lean against the counter, happy that Senku had actually began making your perfume. It was meant to be a replica of a mid-range perfume, with a vanilla base note and lemony undertone. Your heart is still shattered when you found out it was discontinued.

Senku continues doing his magic, grabbing what looks like the flask-equivalent of a massive tear drop and separating some liquid from the other. He adds, he funnels out, he adds again. A bit of shaking.

Although this wasn't the main way he wanted to spend his weekend, he liked doing acts of service for you. He never admitted it, but hearing your words of gratitude really boosted his mood. Not a completely illogical release of dopamine, but one he'd rather keep a secret.

"This is an Erlenmeyer flask," he shows you a piece of equipment that holds no relevance to your life at all. But you listen to his talk anyway:

"I'm now going to dry this organic layer by adding 8g of sodium sulfate, if my calculations are correct, at least. A little excess doesn't matter much."

Considering he hadn't picked up a pen for the past fifteen minutes, he must've done them mentally using estimations.

"Then, I'll filter it again and use my rotary evaporator to get the ethyl vanillin." He continued explaining, his mind working ten steps ahead of his mouth as he began formulating ways to get the lemony scent involved.

"Your what evaporator?"

"Just a small piece of equipment I brought from home. Like... a thousand or so pounds?"

"Huh."

"It's small, only 2 litres. Thankfully, this is way less than that."

You knew Senku's habit to spend all of his money on science equipment, considering that the university didn't allow (and for good reason) any random to use it. Even though Senku was barely a random, he was not part of the chemistry school.

"Man, is this why your diet consists of instant noodles and shitty energy drinks?"

"All in the name of science."

"More like in the name of vitamin deficiency."

He shakes his head, disagreeing with your objective fact.

He picks up the beaker, swishing the contents around to inspect them.

"Anyway, you're done, you can leave now."

Your mouth opens in surprise, eyebrows furrowing.

"You seriously got me here just for twenty or so minutes of work?"

You stare at him as he shrugs, putting his finger in his ear.

"I wasn't sure whether it would oxidise properly, and the rest is too complex I'd rather you not mess about with it."

You scoff, taking off the gas mask.

"Don't give me attitude, I'm spending my weekend doing something for you." He continues.

With that logic, you couldn't be that irritated.

"Any take away left?" You try your luck. He shuts it down quickly, telling you to get out.

"Well, I guess I'll be going now."

"Mm," he hums in response.

"Well, I guess I'll be GOING now," you repeat louder. He glances up at you.

"See you. Is that what you wanted me to say?"

"Maybe. See ya'!"

You shake the lab coat off, trashing the gloves as you leave the kitchen. Senku watches you leave, then he lets out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding in. His shoulders are tense-- far too tense for such a small interaction.

He places the beaker on the table, screwing his eyes shut. What a completely illogical emotional response to your presence. He was testing whether he felt anxious around you, having eliminated a various collection of factors. He really did have a crush on you. It was a hypothesis, one that he knew was probably right, but there was some shame in that realisation.

He was meant to be your friend, an intelligent shoulder to rely on. Not a lovestruck boy with a playground crush. He didn't feel shame particularly due to the crush, but due to having such an emotional response to just one person.

Senku was emotionally intelligent enough, a surprise to everybody who just hears about him but never meets him, but for some reason he had never computed the possibility for love. Maybe, just maybe, if he immersed himself in his work enough he could forget. That was tested and failed.

So, instead, he decided to play into it. A crush is just an absence of information, holding someone to idealistic standards that they never could achieve. You're human, he's human. He thought he could find a logical pathway out of this before his hands start shaking and tongue ties when he looks at you. But he didn't. Now he's stuck like this, as your bus boy.

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You didn't see Senku during morning lectures, which wasn't unusual for him when he knew the content already. Hell, half the time you overslept them anyway. You sat at the back row with Chrome, listening to the lecturer drone on about thermodynamics. Chrome's hard at work making notes on the mathematical equations, whilst you try to balance your pen on your upper lip. You were still listening... kind of.

Your mind kept going back to last week, when Senku agreed to make the perfume for you.

Senku had a look in his eye. You weren't sure what it was. Affection? Amusement?

You and Chrome spent the next free period together, staying at one of the university cafés.

Nursing your matcha, you read over Chrome's notes on his laptop.

"This is so not how to derive this... how did you even? Wait," you scroll along his calculations, "that's what I got. How did you even land here?"

He shrugs, "Sai taught me some tricks."

"Yeah, but you did them wrong. Look here, you completely forgot the power."

He snatches the laptop back, a frown etched in his expression.

"X to the power of four... doesn't differentiate to three-x to the power of four..." He reads it aloud, laying his chin in his hand in thought.

You concur, "Yeah, it doesn't."

"There you are."

You turn at the voice, seeing Senku. He was wearing a black NASA sweatshirt, with grey sweatpants. His backpack is slung over one shoulder, one of the zippers open and his books half-hanging out. He's holding a test tube up containing a pale-yellowish liquid.

"Your perfume is done, idiot."

Your face instantly lights up. Leaping up to grab it, Senku raises it higher than you can reach. He looks up and away from you, a smirk playing on his face.

"Aren't you forgetting to say something?" He asks with mischief lining his words as you try to jump to grab it. You latch onto his arm, and being as weak as he is, his arm practically collapses from your full body weight. Now he's hunched forward over himself, you take a step back perfume in hand.

"Thank you!" You hold the test tube as if it was your baby, cradling it in your arms.

"I can see Kohaku's influence from a mile away..." He stretches his arm, rolling his shoulder.

"You made her something, Senku?" Chrome questions the leek-head, who shrugs in response.

"You told me it was for a science competition," he continues, crossing his arms. That earned a snicker from you.

"Woah, are you that insecure you had to make a lie up about it?"

"No, I just didn't want Chrome annoying me about..."

He trails off, realising he was saying far too much. Chrome and Gen both knew Senku's almost debilitating crush on you, and they often teased him for it. So, he finds the next logical reason. A white lie.

"...About making him help so much just for this."

"You helped?"

"Yeah, only for a bit. I made sure the hot plate didn't change temp' all of a'sudden while Senku did his labs."

"Aw, thank you both! Now," you pause to build suspense, popping the cork top off, "time for the -- oh my god."

The smell practically permeated the room. It smelt amazing, exactly like the one you used to wear, just a million times stronger. It instantly glued itself to every fibre on your clothes and you hadn't put it on yet. You didn't even dare take an actual whiff of the liquid, your lungs would collapse under the vanilla.

"Woah," Chrome didn't know whether to cover his nose or not. It wasn't bad, it just was too much.

"That's... super strong."

"Yeah, I forgot to say, it's a perfume oil so it's way stronger than what you were buying. I would've diluted it for you, but I only finished it today and I can't miss afternoon lectures."

"You could've given it to me tomorrow."

"I'm not working on that abomination anymore. I almost lost my sanity," Senku shakes his head vigorously. At least he knows he never wants to go down a career path in perfumery, or more broadly organic chemistry.

The smell was still omnipresent even with the cork on now. It was like a Pandora's box, now it would never be fully closed. Senku must've used a hydraulic press to cork it shut considering you didn't smell anything until now. Some people around covered their noses with their shirts as they continued typing, embarrassment creeping up your neck.

"I don't even need to put it on, just carry it around with me and the next room'll smell me."

"If you don't like it, I can take it ba--"

"No. I want it. Thank you."

Chrome's expression is impish, eyes bouncing between the two of you.

"Gen will love this."

You both look at him, perplexed. Senku seems to catch up quickly, colour flying from his face.

"Don't speak a word of this to Gen, you--"

Chrome slides his laptop off the coffee table and into his bag in one smooth motion, and shows Senku Gen's contact number.

"You idiot--!"

Chrome jogs out of the cafe with an evil smile, leaving you frankly confused. You would ask Senku, but he's so red you're worried his blood vessels will all explode.

He cups his face in his hand, a sorry bid to hide it from you:

"I'm going to class..."

"Class doesn't start for another fifteen minutes--"

"I'm going to class," he repeats, turning and walking off. You knew he liked to sulk in Dr. Xeno's office from time to time, so you'd probably find him there. Helping out a friend isn't such an embarrassment, you'd think. You tilt your head, finding yourself alone now. Maybe Senku resented you in some way? Your heart drops slightly at the thought. No, you were overthinking it. It was probably just Gen teasing Senku about making cosmetics rather than spend his time drooling over schematics.

Sitting back down, you look at the test tube in your hand. You can't help the stupid smile on your face, even though it's absolutely killing your nostrils. You'd have to look up how to dilute perfume when you get home. Or maybe right now, considering you still had three hours of lectures and didn't want the lecture theatre to smell like you for the next... forever. You'd have to hide the test tube in a bush somewhere outside the engineering building. Yeah, that sounded good.

"Mm, it smells like cupcakes. Is there a new bakery or something near here?" Chrome asks Senku as the three of you leave the building. You crouch down at a nearby bush, avoiding the cans thrown by students, and collect your weapon of destruction. "Oh." Chrome was left disappointed and hungry for pastries the rest of the day.

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