The Magnetic Paradox
They say opposites attract, but you and Senku Ishigami have spent your lives proving otherwise. A prodigy surgeon in the making and a scientific genius locked in ruthless rivalry. Forced to work together on a groundbreaking study of human emotions, proximity breeds tension, conflict, and an undeniable truth. If opposite poles attract, how could you possibly be the exception?
The glow of the stars reflects in his ruby red eyes.
I stare at him.
He stares at me.
Our breaths are calculated, measured, but the air between us is thick with static electricity, like a storm about to break.
Too close.
The space between us is too small.
The observatory is bathed in a dim, silvery glow, only illuminated by the full moon above. The scent of fresh wood and carved stone lingers in the air, a gift from the village for his damn birthday.
"You really have terrible taste, Ishigami." I murmur, voice edged with mockery, nodding toward the primitive telescope he forced me to test with him.
A smirk tugs at his lips.
