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My butterfly.

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Imu—sama will be portrayed as a man here!

His personality will be portrayed by the little I know about him!

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Imu-sama x R.femele (wife)

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Imu-sama:🔴

You:🔵

Words or phrases of love and affection:🩷

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He'll probably just call you my butterfly or just a butterfly.

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The immense castle of Pangea was silent at night, its endless corridors bathed by the pale light of the moon. In the heart of the structure, inside a luxuriously decorated chamber, I was sitting next to Imu, the hidden ruler of the world.

His eyes, deep and unattainable, watched me from the darkness under the thorny crown he always wore. Despite the cold silence that usually surrounded him, at that moment, his voice cut the air with unusual softness.

- My butterfly, you seem distant tonight.

The title made me smile slightly. It was a nickname that he rarely used, reserved for moments of intimacy, when his absolute authority was undone, even if for a few moments.

- Just thinking, my lord - I replied, turning to face him.

He approached, the long mantles sliding on the floor, enveloping us in a dense shadow. His gloved hand landed on my face, cold as the marble of the throne he occupied.

- Tell me what disturbs your mind.

There were many questions I could ask. About the Lost Century, about the truth of the world, about the weight it carried. But, at that moment, only one mattered.

- Do you feel afraid, Imu?

A loaded silence filled the space between us before he let out a slight sigh.

- Fear is for those who don't control their destiny.

His words were firm, but his gaze—for a brief moment—seemed to hesitate. As if, perhaps, even the hidden king of the world could fear something that not even he could control.

And I asked myself: was I a butterfly that he admired... or one that he feared letting out?

-Moments with him-

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Forbidden Garden.

The secret garden inside Pangea was a place that few knew. Black roses bloomed under the cold light of the moon, and the air had a slightly sweet, almost hypnotic scent. I was there, sitting on a marble bench, feeling the icy wind touch my skin, when I heard silent steps behind me.

- You always come here when you want to run away from something.

Imu's voice was soft, but carried an inescapable weight. He sat next to me, the long mantle flowing like shadows around us.

- Maybe I just like the tranquility. - I replied, looking at him.

- So I'm the one who disturbs this peace?

His red eyes reflected the moon, and for a moment, I saw in them something that no one would ever see—vulnerability. As if, for a second, the absolute ruler of the world wanted to be just a presence by my side, and not a hidden king.

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The Kiss in the Darkness.

The flames of the candles oscillated in the secret chamber, casting shadows on the stone walls. We were close, much more than we should be.

- The whole world can bend to me, but you... you never bow, do you? - His voice was low, almost a whisper.

- I belong to myself, Imu. - My answer was firm, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

There was something between us that could never be appointed. Something more dangerous than any secret of the World Government. His face leaned, his cold hand touched my warm skin, and then his lips met mine—a silent kiss, stolen from the darkness.

It was a mistake. But none of us moved away.

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On The Empty Throne.

He was sitting on the throne that, for the world, should always be unoccupied. The Five Ancients had left, and I was the only one to stay.

- Come. - He reached out to me.

I hesitated. That place was a symbol of absolute power, something that no one but him should touch. But, still, I approached, feeling his penetrating gaze.

When my hands met his, he squeezed them tightly—as if keeping me there was the only real thing in the midst of all the illusion he had built.

- If the world knew that I share this throne with you...

- What would happen? - I asked, defiant.

He just smiled sideways, bringing me closer.

- So maybe the world needs a new order.

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Dance in the Shadows.

The large black marble room was silent, lit only by trembling candles. The cold wind whispered through the corridors of Pangea's castle, but there, in the center of darkness, there were only the two of us.

- Have you ever danced before, my butterfly? - Imu asked, extending his hand to me.

- I've never had someone to guide my steps.

He smiled slightly, a rare gesture. His cold fingers held my hand, gently pulling me close. No music, no witnesses, just the sound of the fabric of our clothes rubbing while he led me. His movements were elegant, precise, as if even in something as simple as a dance, he needed to have absolute control.

But when I looked at him, I saw something different in his eyes—a spark of desire, maybe a moment of weakness.

- Maybe it's you who's guiding me tonight.

And in that silent dance, in the heart of absolute power, the hidden king of the world seemed, for an instant, just a man.

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The Hidden Side of Imu.

The storm roared outside, thunder echoing through the castle. I was in his rooms, a place that no one ever dared to enter. The room was big, but strangely empty. No extravagant decoration, no symbol of power. Just shadows and secrets.

He was standing, with his back to me, watching the rain hit the glass.

- Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if all this disappeared. If I wasn't Imu, if the world didn't belong to me.

The confession was unexpected.

- And who would you be?

He turned slowly, his red eyes shining in the gloom.

- Someone who could love you without having to hide.

There was a heavy silence between us. I knew what that moment meant, the risk of hearing such words from someone like him.

- You already love me, Imu. You just can't admit it.

His lips curled into a half-dark smile, before he approached.

- And you like the danger it brings.

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The Last Secret.

The sun was setting, dyeing the skies red over Mary Geoise. I was next to him, at the top of the fortress, watching the world below us.

- If I fell, what would you do? - Imu asked, without looking away from the landscape.

The question was strange. A supreme king should not fear the fall.

- I would fall with you.

He turned to me, his expression finally showing something that no one would ever see: doubt.

- Would you abandon everything for me?

I approached, touching his cold face.

- Don't you notice? I'm already stuck with you. There is no turning back.

He sighed, holding my hand.

- So, my butterfly, I hope you never regret flying so close to the flame.

And there, between the light of sunset and the shadows of her empire, I knew that I was condemned to him.

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🦋Continue……..

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Happy Valentine’s Day

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The Meeting of Minds.

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-Aunt scientist of Senku-

(OC-seiko)

Part 2:

Seiko and Gen advanced quickly through the underground tunnels, the smoke still dissipating behind them. The mentalist still had his heart racing, but he did not miss the opportunity to release a witty comment.

- I have to admit, Seiko-chan, you made a phenomenal entrance! But run away from Xeno like that? Uuuh, he's definitely intrigued.

Seiko smiled from the corner, without slowing down.

- He gets used to it.

As soon as they left enemy territory, Seiko slowed down and checked Gen.'s state. His wrists were marked by the ties, but nothing serious. She took a small bottle from her pocket, pouring a soothing liquid over the wounds.

- Wow, a real apothecary. - Gen joked.

Seiko just rolled her eyes before they continued the escape.

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-Days Later-

Seiko knew that Xeno wouldn't be quiet after that. She had studied his mind even before meeting him in person. He wasn't a man who left unfinished business, especially when someone surprised him.

So, he wasn't surprised when he received an unusual message.

When he returned to his improvised camp, a small note was stuck in one of his supply boxes. The paper had a fine finish, the refined and precise calligraphy.

"Seiko.

Running away without a proper farewell doesn't suit someone of your level.

I suggest a more... civilized date.

I have a proposal that may interest you.

Location: Old observatory, at sunset.

- Xeno Houston Wingfield"

Seiko read the message a few times. A date? Civilized? This could be a trap, but Xeno wasn't so predictable. He wouldn't attack her directly. If it were, it would be a mental dispute, a game of strategy and influence.

And she loved a good challenge.

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The sunset dyed the sky orange and gold tones when Seiko arrived at the old abandoned observatory. The ruins of the place still preserved its stalence, even covered by time.

Xeno was already there, sitting on a makeshift table. His calm and analytical look swept Seiko's figure when she appeared.

- I'm glad you came.

- If I didn't come, you would try another method to attract me. - Seiko replied with a slight smile.

Xeno gestured to a chair on the other side of the table.

- Please, sit down.

Seiko analyzed the scene before settling in. On the table, there was a small chess game assembled, the pieces already positioned for the beginning of a match.

She raised an eyebrow.

- Do you plan to test me?

Xeno smiled.

- Testing would be disrespectful. I would say it's more... a way to keep our conversation interesting.

Seiko took the first pawn and moved it on the board.

- So let's get straight to the point. What do you want from me, Xeno?

The scientist rested his chin on his crossed hands.

- I want to understand you.

Seiko kept her gaze fixed on his.

- And what exactly do you want to understand?

Xeno moved his piece calmly.

- You're an interesting anomaly. His mind shines as much as Senku's, but his pragmatism is much sharper. You have skills that go beyond theoretical science. Medicine, pharmacy, engineering... You don't just create, you take care, something that is missing in many brilliant minds.

Seiko laughed softly.

- Are you trying to praise me to convince me of something?

Xeno tilted his head slightly.

- I'm just exposing facts.

She made another move on the board.

- And what is your proposal?

Xeno intertwined his fingers.

- Work with me.

The silence between them was cutting.

Seiko laughed softly, without breaking eye contact.

- Do you really want to try to recruit me to your side?

- It's a waste to have you against me.

Seiko sighed, taking a piece from the board and turning it between her fingers.

- You and Senku have a common problem.

- And what would it be?

- To think that they are always one step ahead of others.

Xeno laughed, genuinely amused.

- So you would refuse without even considering?

Seiko looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

- I never said that.

Xeno arched an eyebrow, intrigued.

Seiko got up, leaving the chess game unfinished.

- Do you want to understand me, Xeno? Good luck.

She began to move away, but before disappearing, she cast a last look over her shoulder.

- We'll see each other again.

Xeno watched as she walked away, a smile slowly appearing on her lips.

- Yes... we'll definitely see each other.

And so, the match between them just began.

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Just an image of how seiko would be:

[nicorobinohara]

The Meeting of Minds.

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-Aunt scientist of Senku-

(OC-seiko)

Part 1:

It was heavy inside Xeno Houston Wingfield's underground hiding place. The dim light of the lamps cast shadows on the stone walls, illuminating the serious faces of the soldiers under his command. In the center of the enclosure, attached to a chair and tied firmly, was Gen Asagiri.

Despite the unfavorable situation, the mentalist still maintained his characteristic smile, although his eyes showed a slight discomfort.

- Ugh... this is too tight. - He complained, twisting his wrists inside the ties. - If you want a civilized conversation, Xeno, tying up your guest is not the best way to start.

Xeno, who was calmly reviewing some notes about the rocket project, looked up at Gen, but before he could answer, something changed in the environment.

A sound.

Low. Quick. I need it.

Stanley, who was next to Xeno, raised the gun in an instant, his sharp senses detecting the subtle movement coming from the corridor. But before he could react completely, one of the guards fell to the ground with a deaf thud.

Xeno narrowed his eyes. This was not a common attack.

The other soldiers took out their improvised weapons, but then, before they could do anything, a figure emerged from the darkness, moving with surgical precision.

It was a woman.

His hair was identical to Senku Ishigami's, but it was stuck in two forward braids, framing his face impeccably. His eyes, of the same golden hue, shone in the light of the lamp with an analytical intensity.

She wore practical clothes for exploration and fieldwork, and the posture indicated that she was not a simple adventurer - every step she took was calculated, efficient.

Gen blinked when he saw her.

- Oh, finally, my savior arrives!

Xeno kept his expression neutral, but his mind was working at a thousand per hour.

- You must be Seiko. - He said, already deducing her identity.

She smiled slightly, without taking her eyes off him.

- And you must be Xeno Houston Wingfield.

The scientist crossed his arms, evaluating her.

- A woman of multiple specialties, they say. Scientist, engineer, mathematician, apothecary and also with practice in medicine. It seems too good to be true.

- For a man who built a civilization from scratch, you should be more used to dealing with prodigies. - Seiko countered, taking another step forward.

Stanley kept the gun pointed at her, but Xeno raised a hand, signaling him to wait.

- Did you come alone? - He asked, intrigued.

Seiko tilted her head slightly.

- Are you implying that I would need an army to get Gen out of here?

Xeno let out a soft laugh.

- Interesting.

It was the only warning he gave before moving forward.

Seiko noticed his movement at the same moment. Xeno was not only a scientist - his brilliant mind was also accompanied by an impressive physical capacity. He tried to grab her wrist to immobilize her, but Seiko already foresaw this movement and deviated, turning her body with agility.

Her counterattack was accurate. With a slight movement, he pressed a specific point on Xeno's arm, causing an involuntary reflex that made him let go of his attempt to grab her.

Stanley finally shot, but Seiko had already pulled Gen away, dodging the shots with an agile jump.

Xeno massaged his arm lightly, still feeling the impact of the pressure. He looked at Seiko with a curious glow in his eyes.

- You're not just theory. You know how to apply it in practice.

- It would be shameful to depend only on words when you live in a world without advanced technology. - She replied, already positioning herself near the exit.

Gen waved to Xeno with an amused smile.

- It was a lovely visit, but I think I prefer my freedom.

Before they could stop them, Seiko launched a small explosion of smoke - a chemical trick he created with apothecary herbs and minerals available in nature. The dense smoke filled the place, making everyone cough and lose their sight for a few seconds.

When the fog dissipated, Seiko and Gen had disappeared.

Stanley lowered the gun, grumbling.

- That was humiliating.

Xeno, however, didn't seem frustrated. On the contrary.

He looked at the point where Seiko had been moments before, a small smile appearing on his lips.

- Fascinating...

Stanley stared at him, skeptical.

- Don't tell me you liked her.

Xeno just adjusted his gloves and went back to his table.

- I would say it was a first impression... thought-provoking.

He knew that wouldn't be his last date with Seiko. And next time, I would be even more prepared to face her.

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