Senku's pocket buzzed with the familiar vibration of his communication device. Curious, he answered the call, and the face of Ryusui Nanami, the eccentric and flamboyant man, appeared on the screen.
"Senku, my man!" Ryusui exclaimed, a wide grin on his face. "I've got some fantastic news for you."
Senku raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Spill it, Ryusui."
Ryusui leaned in, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Our enemies have finally thrown in the towel. They've accepted defeat, and guess what? The last of the clans' underlings who's responsible for what happened years ago we've been hunting down is officially over!"
A genuine smile crept onto Senku's face as the weight of years of pursuit lifted from his shoulders. "Is that so? It's about time. We've worked hard for this victory." The only thing left to take down are the Asanos.
Ryusui chuckled, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Oh, you have no idea. It was almost too easy in the end. But hey, we'll take the win, right?" Senku began to feel skeptical all of a sudden for everything being so easy. Was this some kind of ploy? But before he could probe, Ryusui teasingly asks, "So, how's that date?"
"How'd you know that?"
"Come on, I know you're not active online, but you and Kohaku have been trending!"
"Tsk, and here I thought you're managing this mission… I probably should've voted Tsukasa to spearhead it next time."
"Seriously? But anyway, listen, Senku, there's something I need to talk to you about," Ryusui began, "I wanted to apologize for the way I treated Kohaku at that dinner a while back. I shouldn't have been so dismissive. We just found evidence that she's killed this politician who's been trying to kill you. I now realize why you're doing everything to get her back, and I'm just sharing all of this because we doubted her before, Senku. If only we had listened to her before then she wouldn't have…"
"What happens in the past, stays in the past, Ryusui."
He heard him sighs, "Kohaku's one of us before and I should've respected her more."
Senku, ever the pragmatist, simply shrugged. "Well, if you feel that way, you should tell her. I'm sure she'll appreciate the apology."
Ryusui scratched his head sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'll do that. By the way, you know what would be a great way to make it up to her? Invite her to my wedding!"
Senku raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your wedding, huh?"
Ryusui laughed heartily. "Senku you should totally bring Kohaku as your partner. It'll be a blast!"
Senku heard Minami's voice from the background, calling out to Ryusui to help.
Senku couldn't help but chuckle at Ryusui's antics. "We'll see about that. But for now, focus on cleaning up the casualties."
After ending the call with Ryusui, Senku walked quietly through the corridors leading to his room. As he approached the room where Kohaku was sound asleep, he couldn't help but reflect on why he was bent on cleaning up those that are still after her.
Six years ago, Senku stumbled upon a startling revelation about Kohaku's past. Unbeknownst to her, she had left a seemingly ordinary book in his lab. However, upon opening it, Senku discovered a concealed set of chemical bottles. Intrigued and cautious, he examined the substances under a microscope, only to be shocked by the ominous results—the bottles contained contents used for poison.
The following day, Senku confronted Kohaku about the hidden chemicals. As he questioned her, an uneasy expression crossed Kohaku's face, and she looked suddenly terrified. Before Senku could comprehend her reaction, she pushed him down with urgency. At that precise moment, a gunshot echoed through the school's laboratory window, shattering the glass.
As Kohaku ran away, Senku was left bewildered by the sudden turn of events. The following day, when Kohaku was nowhere to be found, Senku grew increasingly concerned. To his surprise, she returned the day after, her arms marked with deep gashes. She made sure to avoid eye contact and any interaction with Senku the whole week.
It wasn't until Luna, Kohaku's collegue in the same organization she was in, sensing the urgency of the situation, approached Senku on behalf of Kohaku's silence. She revealed that Kohaku needed his help and that her silence was connected to a deep, painful secret.
Reluctantly, Senku sought out Kohaku, and, after a persistent conversation, she finally admitted everything. Kohaku disclosed that her father, in a desperate move after a gambling loss, handed her over to the Asano clan. Trained as an assassin, her mission was to uncover the truth about Senku's identity. Regrettably, she confessed that her mission was based on her allegiance to the wrong side. It was too late for her to realize that the clan perceived Senku and his parents, whom they had previously killed, as scientists with ambitious plans for progress. The clan deemed them a potential threat due to their innovative and progressive ideas.
She didn't hesitate to admit to him that he would be her next target, and it was her mission from the start to kill him.
Upon uncovering Senku's connection to the infamous Dr. Senri during her investigation, Kohaku had planned to strategically approached him by adopting a false identity to appear harmless. Unbeknownst to her, this triggered a series of manipulative actions in the shadows. She unwittingly became a pawn for their sinister ambitions, unknowingly being used to carry out tasks aimed at destroying everything that stood in the way of her client's objectives.
She also revealed the circumstances that led her to commit such heinous acts, recounting the agonizing three years since her father had sold her off. Under duress, Kohaku also revealed that Mozu, the clan's heir, had also come to hold a forceful romantic interest in her, compelling her to consent to marriage out of fear and concern for her sister's safety.
Kohaku's startling admission hung in the air. The weight of her words settled on him as she also confessed to being the murderer of his subordinates, who each died from poisoning. Her tone held a mix of resignation and defiance as she spoke, expressing doubt about the possibility of the said powerful clan being acquitted. Saying that if she run away from her mission, she would be killed as punishment.
The revelation sent a chill down Senku's spine, he's such a fool to believe what they had was real but before the weight of what she had told him fully settled, Kohaku, with a mix of sincerity and vulnerability, expressed that she wouldn't carry out her mission, and that eventually softens him making him believe there's still hope she'll come back to him, to what they had.
Kohaku, with a heavy heart, admitted that she could no longer bring herself to harm Senku. Professing her love for him in the process, she expressed her desire to abandon her life as an assassin upon meeting him, something that she wishes to renounce all her life, but due to unfortunate circumstances they met like this and she feels unworthy of a future with him.
Before leaving, she shared a vital piece of information with Senku that would prove useful to him, the identity of the true mastermind behind the ruthless murders, including the events involving his parents many years ago, after that she vowed to never cross paths with him again.
Wanting to talk her out of it, he had no choice but to respect her decision.
Little did Senku know, that that would be the last time he'd speak to Kohaku. A year later, she mysteriously disappeared along with her sister.
Senku tried living without her, exploring new places and meeting new people. He hoped to find someone or something else who could fill the void left by her absence. Yet, he soon realized that she was unique and irreplaceable. Despite any challenges or pain, she had become the center of his universe. When he thought of love and pain, her face was the only image that came to mind, etched in his memory.
In the year that followed Kohaku's disappearance, true enough on her vow to never cross paths with him again, Senku's relentless search for her led to dead ends. Hope waned as days turned into months, and he faced the harsh reality of not knowing whether she was alive or dead.
It was Chrome who eventually brought the news—a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Kohaku had been found on a hospital where Chrome was training as a medical practitioner. The only twist—she had no memories of her past. Setting aside his complex emotions, Senku went to see her. However, his intentions were abruptly halted by Kohaku's mother.
Kohaku's mother, filled with resentment and blame, proclaimed her disapproval of Senku for her daughter. She accused him of leading Kohaku into harm's way and jeopardizing her future. The accusatory tone struck a nerve, leaving Senku at a loss for words as he absorbed the harsh judgment from a mother who believed he was responsible for her daughter's accident.
Though deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault and had no intentions of leaving, Senku was later on handed a letter, allegedly written by Kohaku herself addressed to him. Unfolding the pages, he discovered a farewell written in Kohaku's distinctive handwriting. The words detailed a sacrifice for his safety, citing the dangers of their entangled lives and the perilous consequences her affection could bring. Kohaku expressed her love while emphasizing that distancing herself was an act of love in its own right, shielding him from the potential harm their connection might bring.
Senku couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal wash over him as he read Kohaku's letter, revealing her painful decision to stop loving him. The unexpected decision to stop loving him for his safety left a lingering ache of betrayal, mixing with the complex emotions that had developed during their time together.
Devastated and angry, Senku withdrew from the tumultuous emotions that threatened to consume him. He buried himself in his studies and work, seeking solace in the familiar territory of science. The pain of Kohaku's betrayal lingered, an unspoken wound that festered as he grappled with the weight of the past and an uncertain future.
He supposed this is the farthest they could get. The curtain calls, the withering memories of young love, and the harsh truth that things will never be the same anymore, no matter what they do—all here, telling them they have reached a dead end. After all, they did their best. And even if it breaks his heart, at least he did his part.
But no matter what he do to evade those memories, the ache in Senku's heart persisted even as many years passed by, such as when he stumbled upon an online article detailing Kohaku's rise to fame. He scrolled through the screen, absorbing the images and accomplishments that painted a stark contrast to the Kohaku he once knew.
The only difference is he knew she had no memories of her past. Senku was aware of this fact. Though Kohaku's past was a blank slate for her, deep down Senku was also proud of how far she's come, knowing the old her would be proud she's reliving her dream.
Amidst it all, Senku couldn't help but wonder what had transpired during the time she was missing and why she had been caught in an accident.
Determined to unveil the truth, Senku embarked on an investigation, relying on the sole clue Kohaku left before her disappearance. Yet, the answers proved elusive, and the deeper he delved, the more intricate the web of deception appeared, to the extent that he occasionally had death threats for breakfast.
Senku, undeterred by the threat, knew he had to press on. With the help of Ryusui and Tsukasa who had connections helped him investigate the shadowy figures using the information Kohaku had shared with him all those years ago and the dangers that lurked in the periphery fueled his determination more.
With Ryusui's assistance and his network, they untangled a complex plot masterminded by none other than Kohaku's mother. During the investigation, they uncovered her plan to marry Kohaku off to the Asano clan. She was the reason her daughter became an assassin, and this time she saw an opportunity to merge her father's inheritance with the clan's resources. A defected subordinate shared this information, highlighting how Kohaku's amnesia made her vulnerable to manipulation. This took place before Kohaku found him and asked him to be her pretend boyfriend.
The same subordinate also revealed that Kohaku's mother had forced another person to mimic Kohaku's handwriting to forge a letter. The subordinate confessed to being coerced under the threat of death if she refused. This revelation left Senku grappling with regret for believing all those years that Kohaku had betrayed him.
It became evident to him that there's a chance Kohaku may have strongly resisted this arrangement even in the past, speculating that some events might have occurred, prompting her and her sister to consider running away to evade the clutches of the said clan. The oppressive experiences from her past life as an assassin fueled her desire for freedom, and the thought of being forcibly married only heightened her determination to resist.
Anger and determination burned within Senku as he vowed to dismantle the structures that had placed Kohaku in harm's way.
For six years, Senku had toiled in the shadows alongside his friends, occasionally aided by Gen and Amaryllis, with Minami standing guard over Kohaku and offering her friendship. The culmination of his relentless investigation finally led him to the core of the Asano clan, where the true extent of the darkness enveloping Kohaku's past was laid bare. With their underlings subdued and having surrendered, Senku's mission in eradicating those people who brought harm to Kohaku would soon reach its end.
Once he achieves this, he'll finally be able to give her the freedom she's always wanted.
Entering the room, dimly lit by a single lamp, Senku's gaze fell upon Kohaku's peaceful form on the bed. Her rhythmic breathing felt so peaceful so much so it made him remember what was she like in the past. Senku sighed, a mixture of relief and nostalgia washing over him.
He gently sat down beside her and, with a tender touch, brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The gesture awakened memories of their shared past, back when they first met at that high school. Kohaku, with her determined spirit, had actively sought him out, competing with him in every experiment they undertook.
He reminisced about those moments, the echoes of a bond that time had tried to erase for her but had failed to extinguish entirely for him. Kohaku, in her slumber, seemed to be a living vessel of those memories, and Senku found himself immersed in the fragments of their shared history.
In the recesses of his mind, images flickered like distant stars—Kohaku's laughter resonating through the air as they conducted experiments, how she looks cute when annoyed by the nickname he usually likes to call her, her earnest curiosity as she watched him do his research and occasionally helping him conduct experiments, as well as the subtle glances that followed with it that spoke volumes beyond words.
Senku couldn't help but smile as he remembered her once warm-hearted demeanor. Despite her initial competitiveness, Kohaku's personality had always melded seamlessly with his own.
Kohaku, with her bold and adventurous spirit, contrasts sharply with Senku's logical and scientific mindset. She's grounded in nature, relying on instinct, while Senku thrives in the world of hypotheses and experiments. Despite their differences, their unique qualities complement each other, creating a captivating dynamic. Kohaku's hands-on approach balances Senku's analytical thinking, and Senku's intellect enhances Kohaku's resourcefulness. Together, they form a harmonious partnership where opposites attract, finding inspiration in each other's distinct strengths.
With a gentle smile, Senku whispered to the sleeping Kohaku, "We've come a long way, haven't we?" He tucked her in, ensuring she was comfortable before quietly leaving the room.
Kohaku groaned, slowly opening her eyes. Memories from the previous night flooded her mind, and she realized the last thing she remembered was being inside Senku's car on their way home. She couldn't recall how she got out of the car. She wasn't drunk; she had only sipped tea at the coffee shop. So how did she end up here? To make matters worse, she found herself in Senku's room.
She sat up, glancing at the window, where streaks of yellow light seeped through the small gaps in the thick curtains. The light hinted that it wasn't morning anymore. Suddenly, she remembered Mr. Byakuya's invitation to their place!
The door swung open, and the aroma of tea immediately assailed her senses, followed by the inviting scent of coffee and a few dishes. Senku entered the room, clad in just a t-shirt and grey shorts, expertly balancing a tray laden with food. She stared, still processing why she was in his room. She couldn't even recall if they had been intimate the previous night.
He placed the tray at the foot of the bed, and the curtains were unfurled with a button press. Before she could voice her confusion, he looked at her with a smirk.
"I hope you don't mind me not waking you up?"
Kohaku turned her attention to the bed. She typically slept on one side and woke up in the center. She thought it was just a result of a particularly restful sleep. It made her wonder if Senku had slept beside her.
The question lingering on her face prompted Senku to explain further: "You fell asleep in my car last night while we were heading home. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I carried you here."
"Wasn't I heavy?" Kohaku asked to which Senku simply snorted, replying, "Well, a little bit, but I can manage."
More than anything, she felt a bit surprised that she hadn't woken up when he carried her. Was she truly that exhausted the entire day to remain asleep throughout being carried around like that?
"I am also tired last night so I slept here," Senku mentioned, glancing at the side of his own bed. "I hope you don't mind. We've shared a bed in the past, even during our vacation in Hokkaido, so I thought it wouldn't be a big deal."
Kohaku sighed and slowly got out of bed, eyeing the tray of food. "I cooked some food. I woke up first and I was starving," Senku explained.
Kohaku licked her lips and asked, "What about the scheduled lunch at your dad's place?"
Kohaku then realized that going to his father's house wasn't a significant issue for her. She wasn't thrilled about it, considering she felt she didn't deserve to be acquainted with good people like his father. If she had a choice, she wouldn't go. However, she had already agreed to visit his father. For some reason, Kohaku didn't want to disappoint him.
"Are you sure you wanna go? We can have dinner tonight instead. I already told him we're not coming for lunch, so..." Senku suggested.
"Why?" Kohaku asked, their eyes locking. Her expression probably conveyed her uncertainty about whether she wanted to go.
"If you don't want to go, I can just tell my father that you're busy tonight."
"No, I'll go. I've already told him... and he's expecting me," Kohaku replied.
Senku sighed, "Lioness, he'll understand. So, are you sure?" He held her gaze, sensing that she truly didn't want to go. Kohaku fired back, "Do you want me to go?"
"Of course, but I don't want to decide against your own will. So, if you don't want to, I can—"
"I'll go," Kohaku interrupted, standing up to retrieve the tray from the foot of her bed to inspect what Senku had cooked.
The aroma of the food Senku had prepared was tantalizing. He had cooked tamagoyaki (Japanese omelette), garlic rice, fried fish, and miso soup. Kohaku couldn't help but be impressed, particularly by the perfectly executed tamagoyaki placed atop the rice. She had always been the one cooking since she moved in, given her occasional breaks from her schedule, while Senku, due to his demanding job, was usually busy.
She volunteered for the task, assuming that Senku had never set foot in a kitchen. She presumed it was due to his status, likely having someone else prepare his meals throughout his life. However, it seemed his father had raised him well.
"I know I never helped you in the kitchen, but to give back for all the delicious food you prepare for me every time I got home from work, I decided to cook this time. Surprise?" Senku explained.
"Tell your father that we're coming tonight," Kohaku said while enjoying her meal.
Senku nodded as he observed her eating, taking in large bites. "He's already expecting us for dinner because we didn't go there for lunch."
"And are you really asking me if we're going? He's already expecting us, you said?" Kohaku replied.
Senku smirked, "It really is okay to cancel, Kohaku."
Kohaku shook her head, "He's expecting us, so we're going."
He slowly dropped a fork, and Kohaku observed his fingers gracefully releasing it onto his plate. Senku then leisurely sipped on his coffee before glancing at her. Their eyes met.
"I want us to go, but I also don't want you to feel pressured to go just because he's expecting you. You don't have to please anyone, not even my father. He's already very pleased with you, even without trying. You don't have to try hard now."
Kohaku pursed her lips, pondering his words. He was right. Kohaku didn't want to disappoint Mr. Byakuya, and that was why she preferred to go. However, she also acknowledged that he was an intriguing person. A scientist and philanthropist, he held insightful perspectives that offered a fresh outlook. She decided to attend not just because he was Senku's father but because she genuinely respected him as an individual.
"I'm going," Kohaku affirmed.
"Okay," Senku responded. "But I think some of my friends might eventually find out about this and might join us for dinner, even Gen and Amaryllis."
Senku looked at Kohaku, almost as if he were waiting for her to change her mind. The mention of Gen and Amaryllis put her somewhat at ease, considering the embarrassing incident at the restaurant when she met some of his friends.
"It's fine," she said, reaffirming her decision.
They finished their meal, and Kohaku noticed her tea and his coffee. She enjoyed both coffee and tea, finding the calming effect of tea particularly soothing after a hectic performance. She remembered Senku ordering tea for her last night. How did he decide on giving her tea instead of coffee? Kohaku found herself overthinking even this seemingly trivial detail.
She placed their dishes on the tray. Since Senku had prepared the meal, Kohaku decided to take charge of washing the dishes. Senku stood beside her, helping to gather the remaining items on the tray. Kohaku glanced at him.
"I'll wash," she said, eyeing his clothes. "You can clean up and get ready while I do this."
Senku stopped assisting her, and she thought he was being obedient. However, a brief moment of uncertainty passed through her. She expected him to head to the bathroom, feeling a tad disappointed when he didn't. That disappointment vanished when she suddenly felt his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. The earlier disappointment melted away as if it never existed.
"I cleaned up after cooking. So don't worry... it's just our plates," Senku reassured Kohaku.
Kohaku was slightly taken aback. "Oh, so you also know how to do the dishes?"
Senku chuckled, "Why? Do you take me for some scientist who's holed up in his lab?"
Kohaku rolled her eyes. "Let's not pretend here. It's surprising that you know house chores. Maybe you learned that to impress girls."
She didn't know where she got the courage to speak her mind. Again, she regretted it as soon as the words were out.
"You still don't believe me even though I explained myself on our date last night, lioness?" Senku sighed. "I don't impress other girls, Kohaku. And I certainly don't cook for others, too."
Kohaku freed herself from Senku's embrace. "Fine! You do it!"
He chuckled, "And if I do it properly, should I expect you in the bathroom with me?"
Kohaku faced him, aware of the certain color in his eyes that deepened when dilated from something like lust and desire. She knew it had been weeks since their last intimate encounter, and she sensed that they might not make it to dinner if she gave in now.
Senku's lips twisted as he licked them, looking at her to playfully poke her nose. "Or maybe... after our dinner at home?"
Surprised by the sudden change in his tone, Kohaku's lips curved slightly, and she tilted her head in curiosity.
"Why change your mind now? Don't you want it?" she teased, although she knew deep down that she desired it too.
Senku was taken aback by her challenge and sighed, flashing her a full smile that reached his eyes. Kohaku, equally surprised by his response, wasn't even sure if she had seen him smile this genuinely up close before.
"We... should cancel the dinner if we're doing it... right now," Senku said in a hoarse tone, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.
Kohaku felt her cheeks burn, crossing her arms as she turned her head away from him. "Didn't we just talk about it, Senku?"
"Okay... You look flustered, though."
"I—I'm not!" Kohaku quickly left the bed to go into the bathroom, leaving behind the echoes of Senku's chuckle. Meanwhile, he proceeded to tackle the chore of washing the dishes.
There was no logical explanation for it, but Kohaku couldn't shake the feeling that he somehow knew what was on her mind. They hadn't known each other for that long, and although rhetorical. How did that happen?
A few minutes later, Kohaku, wearing her bathroom robe, was contemplating which clothes to wear in her walk-in closet when Senku walked in. His wet hair hung down, appearing longer than when they first met, and his clothes were neatly laid out on the center table. Kohaku noticed his gaze, and the silence between them grew heavy. She wanted to initiate a conversation, but she found herself at a loss for words. Senku, too, remained silent, but he could feel her gaze on him, making her feel self-conscious.
"I'm going to change outside," he announced, grabbing his clothes.
"Okay," Kohaku responded.
They agreed to leave early for dinner. The ride to his father's house would be lengthy, and they were set to arrive an hour before supper, allowing them some quality time there. Since Senku's father was on vacation, it would be impossible for him not to entertain them. Senku also mentioned there might be some unexpected guests who would join them.
Kohaku found it convenient to have others there, making the prospect of going home early more likely. Curious, she asked, "Who'll be there?"
"Francois, Tsukasa, Minami, and your friends Gen and Amaryllis. Chrome says he'll try to make it, and there's Luna."
"So, it's not just us, then?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
Kohaku shook her head. "Just curious. I'm quite surprised you know my friends, though. I've met your friends at the restaurant, so I thought Ryusui might be there like last time."
"He's got an important meeting to attend, and besides, he's taken, Kohaku."
"I know," she replied, turning to look at him.
Senku was serious as he drove. They remained silent until they reached his father's house.
In the daylight, the house appeared even more intricate with some traditional Japanese design. As they entered the living area, Kohaku took in the sight of the displayed paintings. She realized how maximalist it was, or perhaps, for her, it was simply the abundance of art in the entire room.
"Welcome!" Dr. Byakuya greeted them as he approached.
Kohaku's friend, Gen, was already standing behind him. Senku's father wore a relaxed outfit, giving off a lazy Sunday vibe, but she could tell it was a luxurious piece from a new season, without any visible brand. Gen, on the other hand, sported a white linen button-down.
Kohaku glanced at Senku, who was also in a linen dress shirt, while she wore a white ruffled mid-cut dress.
"I'll just check on the kitchen with those youngsters helping Francois cook. They've already prepared snacks for you. Have some, Kohaku. Lilian says she's on her way. Senku, keep her entertained."
"Sure," Senku replied.
"I know you were expecting just the three of us, but I forgot to mention it's a family dinner," Byakuya apologized. "Lilian and I planned this a few days ago. I expect Senku has told you that not only is she coming, but also his friends?"
"Yes, he did."
"Don't worry, they're nice people. And I heard you've already met Francois and Tsukasa, so I hope you're comfortable with them."
"Don't worry, Uncle. We're all friends here treating each other like family," Gen interjected.
Kohaku nodded. "Yes, it's okay. I don't mind." She smiled.
Gen waved at them and informed Byakuya that Francois wanted him to taste her cooking, then left with him.
They settled on the veranda where a spread of afternoon snacks was laid out. Kohaku was eager to try the delectable-looking sweets on the table but held back, not wanting to appear too eager. The table also featured a teapot, a coffee machine, and an array of other afternoon snacks on the side.
However, instead of indulging in the treats, Kohaku found herself captivated by a painting on the side wall of the veranda.
The painting, titled "Technological Renaissance," depicted a futuristic city skyline illuminated by the warm hues of a setting sun. Skyscrapers adorned with sleek, sustainable designs pierced the sky, seamlessly blending with the surrounding greenery. Trees and plants thrived on vertical gardens that adorned the sides of buildings, creating a harmonious coexistence between nature and technology.
In the foreground, was a girl with light green hair, donned in modern clothing, gazing in awe at the cityscape. Her eyes reflect a sense of wonder and admiration for the fusion of innovation and the natural world.
The palette is a combination of vibrant, earthy tones for the lush vegetation, contrasting with the cool, metallic hues of the cityscape, while the sunlight casts a warm glow on the scene.
"Who painted that?" Kohaku asked Senku, curious to know if it was someone other than him who created the artwork. Now that she knew Senku was also into painting, thanks to Kanashi who told her, she wondered if there were any paintings by Senku here.
Kohaku continued to gaze at the intricate details of the painting, her eyes scanning the canvas as she marveled at the meticulous strokes and vibrant colors. After a moment of silent contemplation, she turned to Senku with a quizzical expression.
"Senku, did you perhaps paint this?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in her voice. "I mean, it's so detailed and precise, so I wonder if you..."
Senku, with a small, proud smile, replied, "Actually, this wasn't my handiwork. It's a creation of my late mother, Senri Ishigami."
Kohaku sighed, dismayed a bit.
"This painting was her magnum opus and would later on become her inspiration for naming me Senku, which means 'one thousand', symbolizing the limitless possibilities of science and the future. She envisioned a world where technology and nature coexist harmoniously. Based on the countless stories I was told, she's always believed in pushing the boundaries of knowledge, exploring new frontiers, and creating a future where scientific progress would enrich people's lives."
Kohaku sensed Senku's presence nearing behind her "The old man always mentioned that my mother started painting even before I was born. By the time I was little my parents used to operate a business dedicated to cutting-edge technologies, striving to find a balance between progress and nature conservation. Since then, it's been our family legacy to be deeply connected to advanced scientific research— from sustainable energy to medical advancements. We also gained recognition for creating top-notch tools and firearms. The love for knowledge runs in our family, and as I continued this legacy, the Ishigami name became famous across Japan."
Kohaku's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, I didn't know you also import firearms. But..." she chuckled a bit, "Your assets are diversified in the scientific world. So, all I knew was that you're a renowned scientist. Apart from that... I don't know much."
Kohaku, now comprehending the profound meaning behind the artwork, turned back to look at the painting with a newfound appreciation. She sensed Senku following closely behind. As she approached, the details became more intricate. She realized that the closer she got, the more she noticed the meticulous strokes and carefully crafted elements that brought the cityscape to life.
Kohaku took a step closer to the painting, she began to notice the intricate details that Senku's mother had skillfully embedded into the canvas. The cityscape that initially seemed composed of random patterns that she's familiar with, now revealed a meticulous interplay of shapes and lines. Intrigued, her eyes widening in realization.
"Do you like it?" Senku asked from behind.
Kohaku, still captivated by the painting, responded, "I do. It's more than just a pretty picture. It tells a story, and the closer you look, the more you see. Your mother was a remarkable artist." A bit curious when she notices something symbolic, she asks, "Can I touch it?"
"Sure."
"These strokes," Kohaku exclaimed, her finger delicately following the contours of the painting, "seem to weave together like the strands of DNA, and the flower petals look like they carry some kind of genetic code."
Senku's eyes gleamed with appreciation as he listened to Kohaku's observation. As Kohaku continued to study the painting, her mind pieced together the symbolism embedded within the artwork.
"It's like the city is alive, pulsating with the energy of nature and science working together. The DNA strands resemble the roots of the trees, connecting everything, grounding the advancements of the city to the very core of life. It's also a reflection of the natural order and scientific principles. Your mother was quite the visionary."
"Interesting..." he said.
Kohaku stepped back, a mix of awe and understanding in her expression. "It's incredible. The more you look, the more layers you discover. Your mother is truly an amazing artist."
Senku nodded, a fond smile playing on his lips. "She was indeed. But I didn't see it that way."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Kohaku said without taking her eyes off the painting.
"It's an art style... a technique... the old man once shared with me that my mother was always experimenting with a unique method. She wanted to create a textured background that would give the painting a three-dimensional feel. But I didn't consider what you mentioned, and I don't think my mother did it on purpose either. She was practicing a technique when she created this."
As Senku spoke, he gestured towards the cityscape, explaining, "Look closely at the buildings, and you'll notice the subtle texture she added to give depth to the structures."
Kohaku turned around to glance at Senku, realizing they were so close that she could almost kiss him. He didn't seem to mind their proximity. She looked back at the painting and then lowered her gaze to his lips.
"Really, I'm not really fond of paintings. I don't understand it, so maybe I'm just mistaken—"
"There's no right or wrong way to interpret it. Your perception is valid. I used to feel the same way when I was younger. I questioned the purpose of art in the face of scientific progress. But I came to realize they're not mutually exclusive. Art has its way of expressing complex ideas, emotions, and even scientific principles. I used to see art as merely romanticism, intriguing yet demanding a deeper perspective. For me, it seemed elusive, subjective, and too abstract for my analytical mind. Heck, I don't even understand how my mother was able to balance the two. However, as I delved deeper into both science and treating art as a hobby, I began to see the connections and the beauty in merging the two."
Senku continued, his eyes looking fondly at her, "You may not be fond of paintings now, but your perspective can evolve, just as mine did. Are you sure you're not fond of it?""
Their eyes locked for a moment. "It's the first time I've commented on a painting, so I don't think I'm there yet." Kohaku remarked.
They held each other's gaze, his eyes repeatedly drifting to her lips. He tried to focus on her eyes, but they kept returning to her lips. After a brief moment, he couldn't resist any longer. His eyes dropped, and he leaned in to kiss her softly.
"You're good," he whispered after the kiss.
She inquired, "How can you say that? Do you know how to paint?"
His lips tightened, and his eyes narrowed as if he was privy to something. "I assume you already know the answer to your question. If you've heard about the employee I fooled, then you must be aware that I paint."
Kohaku shifted her gaze away from Senku and moved closer to the painting. Senku released her waist due to her movement.
However, his hand sought hers again. She moved closer, and Kohaku felt conflicted about avoiding contact, either with the painting or the wall, just to prevent him from touching her.
"Yeah, I know you painted her."
She sensed him sigh, and his breath felt warm. "I didn't," he said, his hand returning to Kohaku's waist.
Feeling a bit trapped and slightly confrontational, she turned to face him. "Yeah, right," she said sarcastically.
Senku raised an eyebrow. "It was my robot Rei's painting. I did it to gain her trust. It wasn't me... My painting has a unique and distinct style compared to my robot's handiwork, you know..."
He leaned in, capturing Kohaku's wandering eyes. They locked gazes, and she rolled her eyes at Senku.
"Of course, I've also drawn many things before," Senku replied, his tone casual yet thoughtful. "It's easy to find inspiration in the beauty of the world, whether it's the intricate details of scientific phenomena or the unique perspectives of nature that can be captured in art. But... I don't paint anymore, Kohaku. I don't have time. I am busy with work."
For some reason, Kohaku found herself dissatisfied with his last answer, growing increasingly irritated as the conversation unfolded.
Kohaku, now studying him with genuine interest, looked up at Senku. "But have you ever drawn someone specific? Like a person or... someone important?"
Senku's eyes met Kohaku's, and there was a brief pause. He chose his words carefully, not wanting to tell Kohaku who he really is. "Well, let's just say that there have been moments where certain individuals inspired me to put pencil to paper. Sometimes, capturing a moment can speak volumes more than words."
"So, you're telling me you haven't painted any girl?"
He chuckled slightly, lowering his head for a moment before looking at her with a teasing smile. "Not exactly painted, but I have, Kohaku."
Senku and Kohaku were walking home from school when the setting sun cast a warm, golden glow on the surroundings. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a serene atmosphere around them. Kohaku, her curiosity sparked by their earlier conversation, turned to Senku with a thoughtful expression.
"Senku, you really have such a unique way of seeing the world. I'm curious... how would you paint me, using your perspective?" she asked, her eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and anticipation.
Senku glanced at Kohaku, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Paint you, huh? That's an intriguing request. I'd have to capture the essence of you being the wild lioness, merging it with the curiosity and strength I've come to know in the present."
"Hey! Can you drop the nickname for once?! You're just like Chrome. Seriously, it's getting old...hmp." Annoyed, she crossed her arms at him as they walked.
All Senku did was chuckle at her antics, she might not say it aloud, but deep down she knows she likes it, and his mind whirred with ideas. Like a lioness, he envisioned capturing Kohaku's spirit, the determination in her eyes, and the strength in her posture. He imagined incorporating elements of nature, perhaps weaving the image of a determined warrior amidst a backdrop of vibrant greenery and ancient trees.
Kohaku, walking alongside him, sensed Senku's contemplation. "I'm not sure how artists usually work, but it's fascinating to think about how you, with your scientific mind, would interpret me onto a canvas."
Senku chuckled. "Well, let's consider it an experiment. Art and science share the common ground of exploration, after all. I'll have to think about the perfect way to capture your essence."
Fast forward, the laboratory was filled with the soft hum of machinery as Senku worked diligently on his latest scientific endeavor. As the day progressed, Kohaku, having joined him in, eventually succumbed to fatigue after a day's martial exercises with Tsukasa at their school gym. She found an impromptu resting spot on the laboratory floor, her breathing steady in the quietude.
The setting sun cast a warm and radiant glow through the windows, creating a play of light and shadow across the laboratory. Senku, engrossed in his work, glanced over to find Kohaku peacefully asleep, her silhouette beautifully framed by the golden hues of the descending sun.
Without a second thought, Senku retrieved his sketchpad from his bag. Inspired by the captivating sight before him, he started to sketch, capturing the delicate details of Kohaku's sleeping form. The sun's rays accentuated the contours of her features, casting gentle shadows and highlights that added depth to the drawing.
As he worked, Senku leaning his body near his laboratory table, marveled at the contrast between the rambunctious woman he knew and the vulnerability revealed in her slumber. He paid attention to every nuance — the subtle curve of her eyelashes, the peaceful expression on her face, and the strands of hair that fell gracefully across her forehead.
Time seemed to stand still in that moment, the rhythmic scratch of the pencil against paper becoming a quiet symphony in the laboratory. Senku, usually engrossed in the world of science, found a different kind of satisfaction in capturing the essence of his friend in an unguarded moment.
As he neared completion, Senku couldn't help but smile at the sketch that had materialized on the page of his pad. The beauty of Kohaku's vulnerability, juxtaposed against the backdrop of scientific equipment and machinery, made him feel things he hadn't before.
As the last strokes of the pencil settled on the sketch, Senku gently looked in his sketchpad, admiring his handiwork, while alternatively watching Kohaku continue to sleep, the sun now dipping below the horizon.
A gentle breeze wafted through the open laboratory windows, stirring Senku from his momentary reverie. He blinked, his attention shifting from the sketchpad to where Kohaku stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
She yawned and stretched, her gaze meeting Senku's. "What were you doing just now?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Senku smirked, holding up the sketchpad. "Oh, just capturing the essence of a lioness in repose. You were dozing off quite peacefully there."
Kohaku sat up, a mix of surprise in her expression. "Wait, you drew me while I was asleep?"
Senku chuckled. "I couldn't resist. The way the setting sun framed you while you were sleeping was too perfect. Consider it a spontaneous artistic experiment."
Kohaku's eyes widened, and she leaned in to get a closer look at the sketch. Her initial surprise transformed into a genuine smile as she observed the detailed rendering of herself on the paper.
"Wow, Senku, you're really good at this. I never knew you had such artistic talent," she remarked, genuinely impressed.
Senku shrugged modestly. "It's just another hobby of mine." As Kohaku continued to admire the sketch, Senku couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
"Who's the model?"
Kohaku's question lingered in the air, and for a fleeting moment, Senku's gaze shifted from the painting of his late mother to Kohaku herself. A thoughtful expression crossed his face as he considered her question, bringing him back to reality and the intricacies of their current situation.
"I've never formally studied art; it's more like a hobby I picked up while researching various techniques. Similar to how I dive into scientific studies, I've learned different art styles. Back in high school, there was someone always eager to be my model. Her lively spirit always captivates me, making her a perfect subject whenever I practice a new technique."
Kohaku couldn't help but gasp. Did he really think that would make me feel better?
"Where's she now?"
"Oh, that model from high school? Well, she's off exploring the world, living her dreams," Senku replied, his tone casual, yet a subtle twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Kohaku arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Do you still keep in touch?"
Senku grinned, offering a nonchalant response. "Sometimes. She's always been a free spirit, and she left quite an impression on me. I'd say she's one of a kind."
Kohaku leaned in with curiosity, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Come on, Senku, you can't just leave me hanging. Tell me more about this mysterious model of yours. What's she like?"
"She's got this wild spirit. A bit stubborn, but in a charming way. And she has a way of capturing the essence of the moment, making her an ideal model for my artistic experiments." Senku chuckled, feigning nonchalance.
Kohaku raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "Have you ever shown her any of your drawings?"
Senku's grin widened as he teased, "Maybe, maybe not. Artists can be secretive about their work, you know. Adds an air of mystery."
"Well, if you ever meet this mysterious model again, let her know I'm curious about her artistic side. I'd love to see what she looks like in your drawings."
Senku chuckled, the twinkle in his eyes betraying a hidden truth. "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe one day, you'll stumble upon one of those drawings and recognize her for yourself."
All Kohaku did was look at him accusingly as he continued to give her vague answers. She was left with no more questions to not make her look like she's prying, which in fact she is.
His hand remained on her waist and elbow. The other one remained on her waist.
"I gave it up, though. It's just a hobby. I haven't painted or drawn in years. I love doing it to pass the time before, but now, I'm not confident if I'm still good at it. Besides, I'm more inclined to love doing scientific experiments and research, and that's where I mostly devoted my time."
"What if I presented myself as your model? After all, you've said you had a unique way of painting, right? I wonder... how would you paint me from your perspective?"
Kohaku's suggestion caught Senku off guard, and for a moment, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. Her casual offer to be his model echoed a time when their interactions were lighthearted and unburdened by the complexities of her amnesia.
Senku looked at Kohaku, a reminiscent smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, aren't we going back to the old days? I remember someone quite spirited who used to approach me with the same offer."
Kohaku grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Hey, if it worked before, why not give it another shot?"
Kohaku's playful grin persisted as Senku's lips parted, his eyes revealing a momentary lapse into a deeper memory. As he lowered his gaze, a subtle hesitation crossed his expression. His hand gently moved from her elbow, tracing a path along her chin to tilt her head higher.
Then, unexpectedly, he pressed a shallow kiss on her lips. It lingered for a brief moment, a delicate connection that spoke of unspoken sentiments. As he pulled back, Senku whispered, "I... can't. I was able to do it before, but now you're too perfect. I won't be able to copy you properly."
He dropped another kiss. Kohaku's lips felt ticklish, and her heart fluttered, but she was still damn annoyed.
"So, you're not going to paint me, is that it?" her voice shook.
Senku looked at her, a glimmer of mischief still present in his eyes. "Oh, I'll paint you, Kohaku. But the canvas might not be made of just paper and ink." He observed her intently, and he leaned down once more to kiss her. His gaze then trailed down her body, adding intensity to his expression.
He chuckled, enjoying the playful familiarity in her suggestion. "Alright then, consider yourself my latest artistic experiment. But I may need to memorize all of you well first. Let's see if I can capture your essence once again."
Kohaku was on the verge of questioning his statement when Senku's touch sent shivers down her spine. His hand traced a sensual path from her neck down her chest, brushing the side of her nipple and the contours of her breast.
Kohaku swallowed hard, feeling a flutter in her chest.
"I have one condition," Senku whispered huskily. "We might need to see each other more often, have dates often... have more time... always... I might need to stay with you."