She drew in a sharp inhale, seemingly attempting to stave off any signs of distress. The warmth that enveloped her rapidly spread to her cheeks! Disappointment and alarm washed over her. She had thought someone else might be capable of catching her interest. Little did she know, it was Senku all along, and Kohaku was aware of how concerning this could be. Realizing the potential implications, she decided to leave the dance floor promptly.
It felt as if a sudden cold shower had drenched her as she made her way to the bar. Her intention was to check the time and possibly inform her friends about her early departure. While waiting, she placed an order with the bartender.
A man approached her, but she wasn't surprised when she noticed him stepping back after a casual greeting. His attention was fixed on someone behind her, and she knew exactly who it was.
Taking a deep breath, she watched as his hand settled on the counter. Kohaku composed herself, glancing at the reflections on the bottle wall and the mirrors in front of the bar to confirm that it was indeed Senku. His other hand rested on the opposite side of the counter; his body positioned behind hers.
"Did you think about it?" he said in a bitter undertone. Kohaku just rolled her eyes, and she saw Senku glaring at her intensely in the mirror, waiting for her lips to twitch. She muttered a thanks when the bartender served her drink.
"Why are you angry? You're the same per—"
"You were on the dance floor dancing with other men while I'm still your boyfriend. The last thing I want is someone accusing you—" Senku interrupted.
"I said I have a boyfriend," Kohaku explained.
"But did you think about breaking up with me to be with someone else?"
She chose not to respond. Kohaku swallowed hard. In all her years as a famed performer, various men had tried every means to win her over, but she wasn't interested. However, things had taken a different turn now. She wasn't inclined to make comparisons, and she had become specific—she only desired his touch. She only wanted him. She felt comfortable when it was him, heated when it was him.
This was why it was alarming.
"It was you. Are you jealous of yourself?" Kohaku snapped.
A gasp escaped her lips as she sensed his body close against hers. The fractured mirrors in front of her reflected their entwined figures, triggering memories of the night she had willingly given herself to him.
"Have you grown weary of me? Is that why you're already seeking someone else?"
Kohaku chuckled at his question. "Weary of you? How can I be? We haven't even seen each other these past few weeks."
She heard him sigh, "You don't reply to me, lioness. I messaged you every day."
Kohaku bit her lip, holding back her own thoughts on the matter. "But I heard you're already home? For a long time? You didn't even..." She stopped herself before she could say something that might jeopardize their conversation.
"I just got home. I returned a week ago, but you weren't there. I realized you're on tour, so I left again—for business and family matters."
Kohaku remained silent.
"I didn't even... what, Kohaku?" Senku inquired, his voice deliberate as it reached her right ear. "Tell you?"
She shook her head, and the sound of his swallow was audible. Sensing his hand on her shoulder, she opted to move away by pushing against the counter. Senku, taken aback by her action, stepped back.
"I'm going home!" she declared, raising her voice slightly. Senku, still holding on, hadn't released her, and she remained ensnared in his arms.
"You live at my place, Kohaku."
Casting him an angry glare, she wrestled with her emotions, desperately searching for someone who could comprehend the confusing turmoil she was experiencing at that moment. Her feelings seemed to be in disarray, making it challenging for her to make sense of the situation.
"And what? We'll just fuck?" Kohaku accused him directly, looking into his eyes.
He raised an eyebrow. "No. If you want to just talk, then we'll just talk."
Kohaku laughed at him, finding it implausible for nothing to occur between them when they were in such close proximity.
His hold on the counter tightened, and he drew his body nearer, effectively trapping her in place."If you're not comfortable, let's just talk here."
"What else do we need to talk about?" Kohaku asked as if proving her point.
"I said I want to understand you, Kohaku. How can we do it if we won't talk? And if things get heated, you'll just walk out?"
Kohaku grits her teeth and she turn her back to stare at Senku. His eyes fell down to her lips.
"A month ago, you told me you only wanted the sex—"
"And it's still true!" Kohaku fired back.
"Alright. But now you're upset that I didn't inform you about my return. You don't reply to me, lioness. How can I even damn tell you anything? Did you want me to hopelessly message you even when you don't respond?" Senku argued.
Kohaku fell silent at his words. "I should be the one who's upset right now. You didn't inform your boyfriend that you were at a party, dancing with strangers. If I hadn't been invited by my best friend and didn't see you, would you have cheated?"
"Damn you," Kohaku hissed.
Senku's jaw tightened, but his voice remained composed and resolute. "So, you're not planning to cheat?"
"I'm not a damn cheater! Maybe it's you?" Kohaku retorted.
Senku snorted. "How can I be a cheater? I have never had a girlfriend before. You're my first, Kohaku."
"And how can I be a cheater as well? You're my first, too. You're accusing me of being a cheater; do you really think I don't know about your past?" Senku's eyes widened, and he was about to speak, but Kohaku cut him off. "You mean to say you've never hopelessly messaged someone? Even Kanashi?"
Kohaku knew she was never this tactless, but she regretted spewing those words at him. Although it never really bothered her, she couldn't believe she was throwing it at him.
Senku sighed, and his eyes narrowed at her, a name that felt oddly familiar to him.
"How did you know her?" he asked, making Kohaku feel like she had been doused in cold water, her fists clenching in anger. For him to ask that meant her mother's information was correct! He knew this person, and it seemed there was something between them.
"Is that even important right now?" Senku's head tilted. She pushed his arm to get away, trembling with anger, not wanting to create a scene. However, Senku's grip on her was strong, keeping her in place.
"Let me out of here—" Kohaku demanded.
"How can I answer your questions if you leave?" he countered.
"I don't want this. I'm not in control of my emotions right now, Senku! The last thing I want is to ruin us both and make a scene right here. Let me go... or else I'll embarrass us both!" Kohaku threatened.
Senku's lips pursed, and his hand firmly gripped the counter.
"You can lash out. I'll ask Minami to clean the mess the media will make if you do," Senku said menacingly.
Kohaku gasped.
"We'll talk, Kohaku," Senku asserted.
Kohaku gritted her teeth. She had no choice but to give in; somehow, his words brought her to the ground like a slap to a sudden outburst.
"She was a spy by our competitors."
"Really?" Kohaku chuckled lightly. "How did you know that?"
"I'm an Ishigami, part of one of the biggest family empires in Tokyo. We have our ways of gathering information. This girl is just a pawn in a larger game. I never had any romantic involvement with her. Yes, I won her trust so she would rat out the wrong information. And she did."
"And you're proud of that? You… fooling someone? Lying to someone?"
Senku's eyes widened, "I was… almost killed once, so I had to resort to such means to protect myself from my enemies. It was my friends whom you met at a restaurant who only knows of this. They're in it with me for the same cause. I'm doing it for them because I considered them as family. But… you're right. It's not something to be proud of."
Kohaku's eyes narrowed as she listened. He looked at her straight in the eyes, but he averted his gaze as he continued.
"Like any person, I'm not proud of all aspects of who I am," Senku admitted, "I've made choices, done things that might not sit well with others." He smiled at her a bit and tilted his head. "But with you, Kohaku, I want to be as honest as possible. I know my past might be checkered, and my family's empire comes with its share of complexities, but I've chosen to share this with you because I trust you."
Senku observed the uncertainty in Kohaku's eyes, and he could sense she might be questioning the sincerity behind his words. "Maybe," he began, "it's hard to believe all of this, especially given my less-than-stellar track record. But, Kohaku, I genuinely care about you. I wouldn't have shared these things if I didn't think you deserved to know."
"The first time I met you, I was attracted with your hard work, and the many achievements you've earned spoke volumes. I found a kindred spirit in you, someone who shared my drive for success. The only difference was that I had the financial resources, influence, and a sure path to success in everything I pursued," His gaze locked on Kohaku. She was left speechless.
"Are you going to cheat on me, leave me for a man more like you?" Senku's voice whispered in her ear.
"You still think I'm a damn cheater?" Kohaku countered aggressively. "And you really think I would fall for this? You just admitted that you fooled someone because she is a spy! Now I'm the one you're deceiving?"
"Again, I did that to protect my friends and family, Kohaku. I know you're not one, so—"
She laughed sarcastically. "Oh, please. Like what you said… you're an Ishigami. I didn't grow up like you, so..."
"If you think I'm lying right now, then why don't you come meet my father tomorrow?"
Kohaku's eyes widened. She couldn't believe he would have the guts to do that. She brushed it off with a laugh.
"Why not do it now?" Kohaku called his bluff.
Senku's gaze intensified as he regarded her, appearing as though he sensed her challenge and was being put to the test.
"Let's not beat around the bush, Senku. I know—"
She felt Senku grab her hand. He looked at the bartender once more. Kohaku glanced at the bartender and saw him nod, putting the bill on Senku's tab for her untouched order. Then Senku pulled her out of there.
"Senku..." Kohaku called to him as she noticed that his cellphone was already at his ear.
"You still awake, old man?... Good. I'm coming home with my girlfriend," Kohaku heard him say.
"Y-you're not serious, are you?" Kohaku asked as Senku took her and placed her in his car. She had called his bluff, but to him it didn't seem like a bluff. He looked genuinely serious as he started the car and drove.
Kohaku snorted as she looked at the road. "Senku, come on, it's impolite to make a fuss at this time of night with your father." He looked serious as he drove beside her and that alarmed her, "F-fine! I believe you now! Just don—"
"I'm thinking of visiting after coming to Taiju and Yuzuriha's party anyway. It also doesn't matter as that old man just got home from his flight."
They quickly arrived at an exclusive subdivision where his father lived. Kohaku remained skeptical amidst it all. Despite her mind telling her it's the real deal, she still thought he was trying to scare her.
"Senku, this is ridiculous..." Kohaku exclaimed when she realized they were already entering the premises of his father's home.
She couldn't think of any other explanation except that he was just fooling her. But in her eyes, Senku seemed to be doing everything to make her believe that his words were true because if there was one thing, she was certain about – he was protecting his family. So, if he was trying to win her over because he believed she was the key to their downfall, he would never, ever, take her to his family.
Overwhelmed, Kohaku couldn't keep up and answer all the questions in her head. Why is he serious? I don't understand. I will never understand it! He never has a girlfriend before but he's willing to introduce me to his father in the middle of the night… because I challenged him?
Then is this true? Does he really like her? How come? What did he see in her? They did nothing else but have sex; she didn't even give him a chance to know her. How could he have developed feelings, and why?
If he liked her for her appearance, surely, he had met more beautiful girls than she could ever count. It doesn't make sense!
Senku also knows what he's doing is illogical. Science says there is always an answer to everything. There will always be specific answers to the orders of the world, even the most trivial... even the miracles. And if there's no answer, it means no one has discovered it yet. And this situation just doesn't make sense, even to him. He holds Kohaku's hands firmly despite her protests, as he's also desperately seeking answers to what he's feeling himself.
"Alright, I now b-believe you, Senku," Kohaku stammered when she realized that this was really happening. At this point, Kohaku stopped struggling, wanting to convince herself that she believed him. She just wanted to suggest going back to the bar or for him to take her home to end this.
However, in the spacious living room of the house, stood a man sipping coffee reading what seemed like a newspaper.
Senku stopped walking when they were already in front of him. The man in front of them was smiling, but there was a tired look in his eyes. He was still dressed in a professional manner but had a relaxed touch, as if he was already expecting them instead of going to sleep.
"Good evening, Senku," he said gently, "And Kohaku."
Based on Kohaku's research on his family, she knew that this man was Senku's father. His father looked amiable, the complete opposite of Senku.
Senku's father looked relatively young. Kohaku thought he might still be in his forties or something. Her father would probably look as handsome if only he were normal, but Mr. Ishigami appeared even more warmhearted and graceful. He complemented the entire interior of their grand living area. Kohaku looked around, seeing a lot of expensive furniture. The walls were adorned with paintings neatly framed, with some occasional science decors giving the whole living area the ambiance of an art exhibit.
It reminded her of what Kanashi had told her, that Senku also paints. Not only was he a genius, but this was also where he got his taste for art.
"Ishigami Byakuya," he said, extending his hand to her.
"He's my girlfriend, old man. You might already know her by now. Fujiwara Kohaku," Senku said, and Kohaku's eyes widened when she heard him use her true name, instead of her screen name. She swallowed hard but looked at his father's outstretched hand. Shyly, she took it and shook it.
While doing so, his father looks at ease, but it was evident he was studying her as she approached. Byakuya nodded as he shook her hand and gave a brief smile to his son.
"Why the late notice, Senku? Good thing I came from a long flight and just got home," he remarked.
All Kohaku could do was bite her lip from embarrassment. "I apologize, sir. I know this isn't a good time to come here," Kohaku blurted out.
Byakuya's face softened as he looked back at Kohaku. "Just call me Dad or Uncle, whatever suits you best, Kohaku," he smiled at her.
"I just couldn't wait for tomorrow, old man," Senku said nonchalantly, avoiding looking at his father, who didn't seem amused by his antics. All his father can do is sigh as he turned his attention back to Kohaku.
"Senku has told me a lot about you. But... I was also curious myself, though with your fame because of your good music. I hope you don't mind that I know some of your music; I'm quite a fan of your lovely voice and your influence in the show business,"
Her lips parted in surprise, not expecting this reaction from Senku's father. She looked at him, and she heard his father chuckle. "Have a seat. I don't know what to serve since I just came home, but I assume you two are done eating your dinner?"
"It's okay, Dad. We won't be staying for long, so you can rest. I just really want to introduce her to you," Senku explained.
"I really apologize that we came here at this hour," Kohaku repeated, feeling embarrassed.
"It's okay," Byakuya answered her sweetly. "Kohaku, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've really wanted to meet you myself personally. At least I don't have to scramble like your fans because I get to meet you anytime as my son's girlfriend." She heard him slightly chuckle, "If you're not busy, you can come here tomorrow, too. So, we can have dinner or lunch as a family. Which do you prefer?"
They exchanged glances with Senku. That reminder struck a chord with Kohaku, recalling how Senku also mentioned wanting to have dinner with her.
"Um... sure," Kohaku stammered for answers. Byakuya just chuckled at her. She knew she wasn't in a position to say no right now. It was embarrassing, especially since she had inconvenienced Senku's father at this late hour.
"I'll expect you then?" Byakuya's personality, as she noticed, was so much different from Senku's.
Senku, with his brilliant mind and scientific curiosity, exuded an intense passion for unraveling the mysteries of the world. His focus on logic and rationality made him appear pragmatic and straightforward. On the other hand, Dr. Byakuya, in Kohaku's eyes, seemed to embody a serene and gentle demeanor. His approach was more laid-back, marked by a compassionate and understanding nature.
His father felt free with his expressions, unlike Senku. He looked gentle with her, as if he saw her as his daughter.
She was aware of the various issues she had read online regarding their family name, but the details weren't complete. Perhaps they had managed to block the media, and it seemed like they could easily do that. Someone seemed determined to tarnish their name.
Now that she realized it, Senku had mentioned that Kanashi ratted herself out. It meant she was indeed spying... but for whom? Competitors? Were those just Senku's terms for his adversaries? Although Senku only had his father as a relative, he mentioned that he also considered his friends from the restaurant his family. They were a diverse group from different clans. Were the Asanos their competitors, considering Mozu's affiliation?
Kanashi was clearly working under his clan. All she knows is that the Asanos imported goods, which was the reason they wanted a good deal with her stepfather. She never had a deep relationship with him, and they intended to arrange a marriage with her to secure that deal.
"We'll talk about it, Dad," Senku said before Kohaku could answer. She turned to look at him, feeling his hand gripping hers as if providing reassurance. For some reason, the pressure she felt when his father asked her lessened because of his interruption.
"Alright. Just tell me so I can ask someone to prepare. Sorry, we met at a time like this. This is the first time he's brought home a woman. Actually, the first time I heard he has a girlfriend... the first I read about it online, I can't believe it. So, it's really a big deal for me."
"I'm also her first boyfriend," Senku said, glancing at her.
Byakuya's eyes widened, "Really? I didn't know that!" He chuckled, "Now, what have you done, Senku, to deserve Kohaku's attention?"
Kohaku stiffened, and Senku's lips twisted as he watched her every expression. Byakuya continued, "I can't believe a woman as accomplished and beautiful as you have never had a boyfriend before. Senku has always spoken highly of you, not just for your success but for the person you are. It's refreshing to see someone with such a strong work ethic and passion for their craft. He has often mentioned your achievements and, if I may say, your fame as a beloved singer. Your work is impressive, and I've heard nothing but good things about your talent. You're deserving of every success that comes your way. Like my son, I'm quite proud of you that you're young to have achieved all of this."
"Seriously, old man?" Senku interjected as he crosses his arms, and Kohaku looks at his side to see a slight blush.
"It's true! He admires your deeply, Kohaku." Dr. Byakuya chuckled,
Kohaku, slightly surprised and flattered, replied, "Well… I guess I should thank Senku for the compliments."
Senku, still embarrassed, muttered, "Dad, you didn't have to spill all that in front of her."
Dr. Byakuya winked, "Just giving credit where it's due, my boy."
Senku's father was genuinely curious about her. He looked proud of her, which made her slightly embarrassed. Kohaku was relieved that he also knew some good things about her, judging by how curious he was.
She understood that they had a threat to their family, and if an employee of Mozu's clan got involved, this meant she was also a suspect for them, like a mole or a spy. Considering that Senku knew her real name and personal details, it was likely they had gathered comprehensive information about her life—her broken family, her sister in a coma, and her father in a mental health facility.
Senku's father, while polite, left her with the impression that he might not fully accept her as his son's girlfriend. Despite the praises from both Senku and his father echoing in her ears, her mind was consumed with contemplation. She forced a smile to conceal her true emotions, but beneath the façade, a hint of sadness lingered.
Being a product of a broken family and not born as an elite, she saw herself as a fake socialite enjoying her rise to fame. Moreover, her bloodline was tainted with the threat of psychosis because her father was considered mentally unstable, as her mother had mentioned.
Kohaku remained silent on the drive home. Senku's father had been a delight, and she enjoyed their conversations. A part of her believed her mother's words, but Byakuya Ishigami felt genuine.
She resisted the notion that Senku's father was merely being polite because she was his only son's first girlfriend. Knowing that Senku was his precious and only child, she considered the possibility that he couldn't afford to disagree with his son. Yet, another part of her held onto the belief that Senku's father genuinely liked her for who she was.
But then, she couldn't recall anyone genuinely liking her for who she was. Even her mother appeared indifferent to her, preoccupied with her own concerns, and her father was absorbed in her mother. Meanwhile, her sister lay bedridden, and she hadn't heard from her in years.
"Kohaku," Senku's voice halted her thoughts, and she found herself face to face with him. "Are you okay?"
She glanced at Senku, her eyes wandering over his face as he drove through the streets of Kyoto. She watched him, realizing that he had inherited most of his father's genes—a perfect mix. He had his father's hair, nose, and perhaps those eyes from his mother's side. Physically, he resembled his father, but she also saw glimpses of his father's sweet and caring character beneath his darkness.
It was almost 1 AM, and for a night out, it was still early, considering the city never sleeps. Kohaku didn't feel an ounce of drowsiness, or maybe that was the effect of challenging Senku to meet his father. She wasn't sleepy nor tired but was wide awake.
Kohaku paused, her gaze lingering on Senku. Though his eyes were more focused on the road, she knows he was aware of her staring. Only a few people were on Kohaku's list of those who liked her for who she was—her friends, Minami, Gen, Amaryllis, and maybe Chrome. After them, who else?
Senku? He likes me for me?
"So, why do you like me?" Kohaku inquired.
Donning a stoic face and pursing his lips, Senku redirected, "Aren't you sleepy yet?"
"You could keep driving and let me go home now," Kohaku suggested, recognizing that he was sidestepping her question. She turned her gaze out of the window, a subtle indication of her dissatisfaction.
"I asked that to make sure that you want us to discuss this. It's already early morning. If you're tired, then I'm sure we can talk about this again at my place tomorrow. Maybe we'll have breakfast together, and then we'll talk."
Kohaku turned her gaze towards him. She sighed afterward, realizing that his father had also invited them over for lunch at his home.
"I'm fine. I'm not sleepy," she assured him.
He nodded in a measured manner, keeping his gaze fixed on her as they idled at a red light. Kohaku started to believe that he anticipated further words from her, given the mutual silence. After a while, he continued driving, shifting his attention back to the road.
"Like I said, this is new to me, too, Kohaku. I'm still figuring things out. Much like how a scientist does his hypothesis. You get it, right?" he explained.
"There has to be an answer. Everything has an answer. You're a scientist, you must know what I'm talking about. In science, things always have definite answers. Even miracles have explanations. If there aren't answers, then it means it's still about to be discovered."
Senku chose to park his car nearby, meeting Kohaku's gaze. His analytical mind processed her words, recognizing the familiar logic of scientific inquiry.
"So, back to my question," Kohaku persisted, her eyes searching his for understanding, "why do you think you like me?"
Senku, normally composed and analytical, found himself momentarily at a loss for words. The question ventured into the realm of emotions, a domain not easily quantifiable or explained by scientific principles. Yet, Kohaku's earnest inquiry tugged at the edges of his rationality.
Pondering her question, the silence they had in the confines of his car seems deafening.
Finally, Senku looked at Kohaku with a thoughtful expression, a glimmer of introspection in his eyes. "Emotions are complex," he began, choosing his words carefully, "and while science may not have all the answers, it's precisely the mystery that makes it intriguing. Maybe the answer lies in the uncharted territories of the heart, waiting to be discovered."
Kohaku listened intently, though not entirely satisfied with the lack of a definitive answer, appreciated Senku's attempt to navigate the intricacies of emotions.
The glow of the lights outside reflecting in his eyes as Senku spoke. There was a softness in his voice, a departure from the usual pragmatic tone he employed when discussing scientific matters. The juxtaposition of their worlds, the empirical and the emotional, hung in the air like an unspoken agreement.
Senku continued, his gaze unwavering, "You see, emotions are like uncharted territories. Science may not have all the answers, but that doesn't mean they're any less real or fascinating. Perhaps it's the way you challenge me, the way you make me question things beyond the scope of my experiments. Or maybe it's the way you care for those around you, your determination to do what you love."
Kohaku's eyes softened as Senku spoke, his words resonating with a truth that transcended equations and formulas. She felt a warmth in her chest, a recognition of something beyond the analytical, something that echoed the beating of her heart.
"Love, or whatever you want to call it," Senku continued, "is a bit like a scientific hypothesis. You observe, you analyze, and you form a conclusion. But unlike a hypothesis, emotions aren't always neat and predictable. They're messy, complicated, and that's what makes them beautiful in their own right."
A quiet moment passed between them, the air thick with unspoken sentiments. Kohaku absorbed Senku's words, processing them like a new piece of knowledge she'll remember if Senku still wants to pursue her.
Senku, breaking the thoughtful silence, looked at Kohaku with a small smile, "So, in the grand experiment of life, maybe the answer to why I like you is still unfolding. And that, my dear Kohaku, is the beauty of the unknown." He smiled at her as he took her hand and kiss the back of it.
"You're not in a hurry, right?" he later asked in an amused tone. Kohaku furrowed her brow.
"While I'm pondering on my own feelings. You can wait, right?" Kohaku sighed. She watched Senku as his lips pursed in obvious amusement.
"Hmm. Alright, you weren't answering and that means something…" He shook his head as if finding the situation, a bit ridiculous, and he read Kohaku's expression, realizing that he needed to answer her questions.
He thought for a moment, one hand on the steering wheel and the other supporting his chin as if deep in thought. His lips twisted, eyes wandering before he glanced back at her.
"Maybe I find you beautiful?"
Kohaku couldn't maintain her furrowed brow. Now, she didn't even know why she asked that question. Wanting so bad to hide the effect, she just rolled her eyes and looked away.
"Or…" he trailed off, genuinely caught up in his thoughts. "I like it when you moan and call out my name."
Kohaku sighed, rolling her eyes again, this time looking annoyed. "So, it's the sex?"
"You never gave me a chance to do something else other than the sex."
"Then you don't really like me. It's just the sex!"
"We'll never know… when all we do is just sex?" he said, then chuckled. It irritated her more that he's finding this so amusing.
"Then are you lying to me?" Kohaku pushed. Smiling, Senku licked his lips, "No, I'm not, Kohaku."
"You said you want more. Now, you're telling me that it's just the sex!"
Kohaku's gaze remained fixed on Senku, her determination undeterred. The shadows casted on her features outside the lights on the car windows emphasizing the gravity of the conversation. Despite Senku's thoughtful response, Kohaku's need for clarity persisted.
"Senku," Kohaku pressed on, her voice unwavering, "I get that emotions are complicated, like uncharted territories. But isn't the pursuit of understanding, the quest for answers, what you scientists live for? There has to be more to it than just my beauty. You're always seeking explanations, pushing the boundaries of what's known. Why is this any different?"
Senku, faced with Kohaku's insistence, took a moment to consider her words. His scientific mind grappled with the intangible nature of emotions, a realm where hypotheses were challenging to formulate, let alone test.
"You're right," Senku admitted. "In science, we seek answers. We explore the unknown, uncover the mysteries. But emotions..." he trailed off, searching for the right words. "Emotions don't always conform to the rules of science. They're not equations that neatly balance. They're dynamic, evolving, and sometimes, they defy easy explanation."
"Senku, I need more than 'it's complicated' or 'it defies easy explanation.' You're a scientist, and I believe there's a method to this madness. Tell me, with all your knowledge, with all your scientific prowess, why do you think you like me?" Kohaku's eyes reflected a mix of frustration and yearning for comprehension. She wasn't satisfied with the notion that emotions eluded scientific scrutiny.
Senku sighed, recognizing the depth of Kohaku's inquiry. He leaned back, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the car wheel. After a moment of contemplation, he looked directly into Kohaku's eyes.
"Maybe," Senku began slowly, "it's the way you challenge my rationality, how you make me see beyond the confines of logic. Or perhaps it's the unwavering strength you possess, the way you beautifully sang on that stage. Your spirit, your determination—it's a force that captivates me. Emotions are multifaceted, and there might not be a single answer."
Kohaku absorbed Senku's words, her gaze softening as she considered the complexity of what he was trying to convey.
"Let's go on dates. Then I'll tell you what else I like about you…" Senku suggested.
Kohaku kept her eyes fixed ahead, maintaining a displeased expression even after Senku's explanation. She was determined not to let him off the hook too easily. Suddenly, she heard the side door open. Turning her head, she observed Senku exiting and walking around to her side. He opened the door and extended his hand, a gesture inviting her to join him.
"Come on, you're not sleepy, right?"
Kohaku raised an eyebrow, "What? Are we going to drink so I'd get sleepy?"
Senku shook his head, dismissing any potential refusal, and gently took Kohaku's hand. Guiding her to a nearby coffee shop, they ascended the stairs to the second floor, Senku leading while holding her hand. However, Kohaku, took a step behind, subtly pulled her hand away, causing Senku to glance back at her in acknowledgment.
"I don't want coffee. I'll find it harder to sleep. Besides, I noticed some people looking at us."
"Don't mind them," Senku reassured her. While his words did alleviate some of the nervousness she felt, the anxiety about encountering the media still lingered in Kohaku's mind. Nevertheless, the simple act of Senku holding her hand managed to dispel some of her concerns about being thrust back into the public eye.
Kohaku initially thought they were heading back to the car. She looked at him for a while before nodding and entering the coffee shop with him. Once inside, she surveyed the surroundings—a basic coffee shop with a few patrons. Since it was late at night, most of the customers were likely working overtime or simply unwinding.
Senku guided her to a two-seater round table. Before she could say anything, he went to the counter. Some people took the opportunity to politely ask her for pictures and autographs. After indulging them, she seized the chance to observe Senku as he placed their order.
Senku was dressed in a laid-back yet stylish ensemble, sporting a white undershirt paired with sleek black slacks. The casual vibe was accentuated by a loosely worn tie. His legs seemed to go on forever, undoubtedly inheriting his tall stature from his father. As he glanced at the menu above, attempting to order something for them, Kohaku noticed the baristas discreetly watching him. While maintaining their professionalism, they couldn't help but be slightly in awe.
Senku was a striking figure—handsome, tall, and at first glance, everyone could tell he was wealthy and powerful. Kohaku couldn't deny that she was initially drawn to him because of this.
She watched as Senku starts walking back towards their table. He observed her as she observed him. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Kohaku looked away and maintained her composure. It dawned on her that she was his first girlfriend, and he claimed to genuinely like her.
Senku handed her the drinks they ordered, but before he could say anything, one of the waiters approached, asking for his autograph. Senku, like Kohaku, graciously indulged them for a few minutes. Once the waiter left, they were finally left alone to enjoy the view of the Kyoto cityscape's lights in the distance through the glass windows.
"This place is… nice." Kohaku said while taking a sip of her drink that tastes like chamomile tea.
"Chamomile tea," Senku explained, his tone measured and thoughtful, "contains compounds like apigenin, an antioxidant that binds to certain receptors in the brain, particularly the GABA receptors. Now, GABA, or gamma-aminobutyric acid, is an inhibitory neurotransmitter. When apigenin interacts with these receptors, it has a calming effect on the central nervous system."
As he spoke, Senku gestured to hold Kohaku's hand to which she lets him, and massages the back of it while pondering on something,
"Essentially," Senku continued, "this calming effect helps to reduce anxiety and promote relaxation. But what's particularly interesting is its potential to induce mild drowsiness. The interaction with GABA receptors can lead to a sedative effect, making chamomile tea a popular choice for those seeking a natural remedy for sleep-related issues."
He took a sip from the cup, his expression thoughtful as he savored the herbal infusion. "It's not a knockout punch like some synthetic sleep aids, but rather a gentle nudge towards a more relaxed state. Perfect for winding down after a long day of work or, you know, for anyone looking for a peaceful night's sleep."
Kohaku couldn't help but chuckle at the scientific dissection of something as simple and comforting as chamomile tea.
"Wow, you really know how to turn a calming cup of tea into a science discussion," Kohaku remarked, her chuckle echoing seems pleasant to Senku's ears. "I was just expecting something like, 'it makes you sleepy,' but leave it to you to break it down to the molecular level."
Senku, unfazed by the teasing, flashed a sly grin. "Well, you can't argue with the science. It's all about understanding the why and how, and that's my job.
Kohaku raised an eyebrow, feigning an exaggerated gasp. " I never thought I'd see the day when a cup of tea became a chemistry class."
Firmly holding on her cup as she took a sip, it felt comforting to feel the pain the hot beverage gave her cold hand.
She lifted her gaze to Senku, finding him already looking at her hands. "Are you cold?" he asked.
"A little," she admitted.
"I like your hands," he said, causing Kohaku to glance down at her hands. They were long and clean, with a light blue nail polish. Unlike some artists who opted for attention-grabbing long nails, hers were simple and properly trimmed.
Senku continued to hold Kohaku's hands, he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes reflecting a mix of fondness and admiration. "And you know, there's something else I like—a lot. I like how you look at midnight... and now dawn. In mornings too."
Senku's gaze softened, and he spoke with a sincerity that mirrored the quiet moments they had shared under the moonlight or in the early light of day. "At midnight, there's a certain serenity in your eyes, as if you carry the quiet secrets of the night. And when dawn breaks, your eyes hold a promise—a promise of new beginnings, of endless possibilities."
He gently traced the lines of Kohaku's hand with his thumb, "In the mornings, there's a subtle glow in your eyes, a spark of energy that accompanies the start of a new day. It's like witnessing the awakening of a warrior ready to face whatever challenges come her way."
Senku's words lingered in the air, the sentiment behind them painting a tender picture of the way he perceived Kohaku in different moments.
"And you know what's even more fascinating?" Senku continued, his voice carrying a gentle cadence. "No matter the time of day, your eyes have this way of making everything seem brighter, more alive. It's like you bring your own light to every moment we share, Kohaku."
Kohaku watched him as he continued. His eyes were amused. He knew how silly he sounds but he still continued.
"And on a more physical note," Senku continued with a playful twinkle in his eye, "I like the way your hair catches the sunlight, turning it into a cascade of shimmering amber. It's like having a piece of the sunset with me whenever you're around."
He gently brushed a strand of hair away from Kohaku's face, his touch tender and affectionate. "Your eyes, Kohaku, they speak volumes. I like the fire in them, the determination that mirrors the strength within you. They're windows to a soul that's as vibrant as it is resilient and a little mysterious."
Senku's hands traveled down to Kohaku's shoulders, pushing a strand of hair away, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I like the feel of your presence, I still remember the time we spent back in Hokkaido, the way your energy is palpable even in the quietest moments. It's as if the air around us comes alive when you're near, and I can't help but be drawn to it."
A nostalgic smile played on Senku's lips as he recounted shared experiences. "Remember that time when we competed to see who could reach the beach faster on our bikes? Or when we joked and played around like kids in the waters on that beautiful province? Those moments, Kohaku, are etched in my mind, and they're a part of what makes us who we are."
Senku's hands left Kohaku's shoulders, and he held her hands again, looking deeply into her eyes. "In short, Kohaku, I like everything about you—the intellectual challenges, the strength, the wonder, the physical presence, as well as the shared memories. You're a unique and an irreplaceable part of my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Kohaku let out a gasp and deliberately avoided making eye contact.
"Do you want me to continue?" Senku asked. Kohaku found it difficult to meet his gaze directly. Despite asking him to share his thoughts, doubts crept into her mind, questioning whether his words were mere flattery. She hesitated, wondering if he was the kind to say what a girl wanted to hear, recognizing that even if he didn't always cater to their desires, his needs would still be fulfilled.
"I like you," Senku confessed, his lips pursed as if he was contemplating whether to say it. "...even when you rejected me. I know it seems illogical, and I don't even damn know why."
"I know why," Kohaku added, looking at Senku. She smiled to lighten the mood before continuing,
"It's the chemicals between us. The universe, as we know it, put us here to reproduce. That's what we humans associate with lust, sometimes attraction, and even love, Senku. It urges us to reproduce for the survival of mankind. It only means that what we feel right now won't matter because it won't last. Once the attraction fades, everything will turn to dust, and that's the end," Kohaku said bitterly.
Senku, still holding Kohaku's hands, listened to her words with a thoughtful expression. He could sense the bitterness in her tone, the disillusionment that often came with contemplating the transient nature of emotions. After a moment of silence, Senku responded,
"You're right, of course. From a purely chemical standpoint, our emotions might be nothing more than a complex interplay of neurotransmitters and hormones, pushing us to ensure the survival of our species," Senku began, his eyes meeting hers.
"But here's the thing," he continued with a playful smile, "even if the universe wired us to feel this way for the sake of reproduction, it doesn't take away the significance of what we're experiencing. Whether it's chemistry or something more, the fact remains that right now, in this moment, there's a connection between us."
Senku's tone carried an underlying sincerity, challenging the stark logic of the chemical explanation. "Sure, attraction might be a mechanism for the continuation of our species, but that doesn't diminish the beauty of the moments we share. Even if it's a cosmic accident, the way I feel when I'm with you is real, Kohaku."
Senku sighed, and Kohaku felt hesitant. "Despite all this, you're quite smart and clever, Kohaku. I also like it when you tell me... even things like this," Senku said. Kohaku took a sharp breath again, feeling the urge to remove her hand from Senku's hold. Although he firmly held onto it, as if anticipating her move, he eventually let her go.
"It's impossible. Everything ends. My…. parents may have been attracted with each other at the beginning because they had my sister and I, but they still broke up in an ugly way." She turned her gaze back to Senku, her eyes searching for understanding.
"Senku, I grew up with the belief that emotions, especially the romantic ones, were transient. Like I said, once the attraction leaves, all turns to dust. It's a bitter truth that's etched in my memories. What you felt won't go on forever, Senku. It will end."
Despite the heaviness of her words, Kohaku's eyes held a flicker of vulnerability. "So, when you talk about defying cosmic odds and finding meaning, it sounds beautiful, but a part of me fears the inevitable end. I don't want to be left with just ashes, Senku."
Kohaku didn't know why she said all that. She just wanted to make her point as an example, not intending to include her personal life, but the words slipped out. Senku's lips tightened gradually as his hand enveloped hers, conveying a sense of understanding about what was troubling her.
They both held their cups, observing the flickering lights of the beautiful cityscape. Kohaku hadn't noticed that the back of her hands was also cold until Senku's warm palms touched them. Somehow, she couldn't stop looking at it. It felt... so soothing.
"My father is not my biological father," he sighed. "Just know that I'm sharing this with you because I trust you, Kohaku." His gaze shifted away as he spoke, admiring the city lights. "He adopted me from his sister, who, he informed me, shares the same personality traits and workaholic tendencies as I do. He treated me as his own and often shared sentimental stories about how my parents fell in love and then had me. To cut it short, it all concludes in tragedy; they both died in an explosion resulting from an experiment gone wrong."
Senku noticed the change in Kohaku's demeanor and, realizing the impact of his story, gently squeezed her hands. "Hey, I didn't mean to bring the mood down. I just thought you should know the full picture. My point is, our parental situations differ, and we've all faced unfortunate circumstances that we didn't ask for. However, it's up to us to change that, isn't it?"
"I'm sorry to hear about what happened to your parents." She paused, choosing her words carefully, "But…. mine is different…"
The image of his adopted father earlier that night flashed on her mind, how accommodating, gentle and sweet he is when it comes to welcoming her and accepting her as his son's girlfriend.
Kohaku felt a bit weird for thinking there must be something wrong with how he accommodates her. Because she couldn't bring herself to believe that such sincerity truly existed. Throughout her life, aside from her friends, those who praised her for her talents and accomplishments always seemed to want something in return.
Kohaku also felt a twinge of anger directed at herself for initially getting to know his father and then letting negative thoughts cloud her judgment.
"You're right, Kohaku, but I'll be honest," he said, capturing her hand again. "My parents are part of the reason I haven't had relationships like that with other people before. I find it illogical to fall in love. I understand what you mean about attraction, and I used to believe in that too."
Kohaku's eyes drifted to him, "Despite how my father often tells me stories when I was young of my parents being crazy in love with each other despite their professions as scientists, I never believed those things can happen to me. Until you…"