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CONTENT: Riyo x fem!reader, Semiu x fem!reader, (SEPERATELY), fluff, general comfort, petnames, "my girl" used in semiu's, not proof read
WORD COUNT: 2.3K (1k + 1.3k)
–MISS RIYO REAPER–
The first thing Riyo noticed was how quiet you were.
Not the comfortable kind of quiet, either. Usually, even when you weren't talking, you'd hum under your breath, tap your fingers against your leg, or react with the slightest expression whenever she said something ridiculous. Today, there was... nothing.
You'd been like that all afternoon.
By evening, she'd had enough.
"Youve been staring at that wall for twenty minutes," Riyo said from where she sat cross-legged on her bed. "If it says something interesting, you should probably share."
You blinked, finally looking over.
"Sorry."
"Ouch."
"What?"
"You apologized instead of rolling your eyes." She pressed a hand dramatically over her chest. "Now I'm worried."
You tried to smile, but she could tell.
Riyo sighed.
"There it is."
You looked away again.
"I'm fine."
"Mhm."
"I am."
"Mhm."
"...Stop doing that."
"What? Agreeing with you?"
"You don't believe me."
"Nope."
Silence settled between you again.
The room was small, like every dorm room in the building. A narrow bed against one wall, shelves cluttered with odds and ends she'd collected, a jacket tossed carelessly over the back of a chair, the window cracked open just enough to let cool evening air drift inside.
It wasn't much.
But somehow, it always felt warm.
You were sitting on the floor with your back against the bed.
Riyo leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"So."
"So?"
"You gonna tell me what's going on?"
"I don't know."
"That's not an answer."
"It kind of is."
She watched you for another moment.
Your shoulders looked tense.
Your eyes looked tired.
"You're just feeling down today, yeah?"
You nodded.
"Pretty much."
"No one said anything?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
Another pause.
"I just..." You rubbed your face. "Everything feels... off."
Riyo didn't interrupt.
You appreciated that.
"I woke up feeling like this." Your voice was quieter now. "Nothing horrible though."
"Mhm."
"I just feel... sad."
The word hung awkwardly in the air.
"I know that's stupid."
"It isn't."
"I don't even have a reason."
"You don't need one."
You frowned.
"People always say there's a reason."
"People say a lot of things."
You huffed the faintest laugh.
"There you are."
"What?"
"A tiny laugh."
"It wasn't funny."
"It counts."
You rolled your eyes.
"There you are again."
She smiled, pleased with herself.
"You really are annoying."
"I've worked very hard to become this annoying."
"I can tell."
"Thank you."
A little more color returned to your expression.
Not much.
But enough.
Riyo scooted closer until she was sitting beside you on the floor instead of on the bed.
Neither of you spoke.
She simply bumped her shoulder against yours.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
"...What are you doing?"
"I'm making contact."
"Like you're introducing yourself to a stray cat?"
"Exactly."
"I'm not a cat."
"You kind of are."
"I'm not."
"You disappear randomly."
"I take walks."
"You stare."
"I don't stare."
"You absolutely do."
"I look."
"You brood."
"I think."
"You knock things off tables."
"I did that once."
"You maintained eye contact while doing it."
"...That wasn't the point."
"It absolutely was."
Despite yourself, you laughed.
A real one.
Short.
Quiet.
But real.
"There it is."
"You look way too proud."
"I am."
She leaned back against the bed, folding her arms behind her head.
The teasing faded from her expression after a moment.
"You know..."
"What?"
"I've had days like that."
"You?"
"Shocking, I know."
"I mean..."
"I know what you mean."
She glanced toward the ceiling.
"Sometimes everything just... feels heavier."
You stayed quiet.
"You wake up already tired."
"Mhm."
"Nothing sounds fun."
"Mhm."
"Even simple things feel like work."
Your throat tightened"
"...Yeah."
"And then you get annoyed because you can't explain why."
You nodded.
"Exactly."
She shrugged one shoulder.
"I stopped trying."
"Huh?"
"I stopped demanding an explanation from myself."
You looked at her.
"I figured..." She searched for the words. "If I twisted my ankle, I wouldn't stand there yelling at it for not giving me a philosophical reason."
You blinked.
"So..."
"If my brain has an off day..."
She tapped the side of her head.
"...then it has an off day."
"...That's it?"
"That's it."
"It seems too simple."
"It usually is."
She looked at you properly then.
"You don't have to earn being comforted. You don't need a dramatic story."
You looked down.
"You don't need a tragedy."
"I know..."
"You can just... feel bad." Her voice had softened completely now. "And that's enough."
Something in your eyes shimmered.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"I think..." You laughed weakly. "I think I needed someone to tell me that."
"I know."
You sniffled.
"I've been trying to figure out what's wrong with me all day."
"Nothing's wrong with you."
"I just..."
"I know."
You covered your face with your hands.
"I hate crying."
"You'll survive."
"It makes me feel embarrassing."
"I've seen you–."
"Riyo."
"I'm just saying, your reputation recovered."
A watery laugh escaped you.
Then another.
Then your shoulders shook, though not from laughter anymore.
Riyo didn't make a joke this time.
She simply opened one arm.
No words, just an invitation.
You hesitated for barely a second before leaning into her.
She wrapped both arms around you without another comment.
Her embrace was warm.
Steady.
Not crushing.
Just enough that you could feel she was there.
Your forehead rested against her shoulder.
"I hate this."
"I know."
"I don't even know why I'm crying."
"I know."
"I feel ridiculous."
"I disagree."
She rested her chin lightly against the top of your head.
"You've spent all day carrying around something heavy."
"...Yeah."
"Maybe this is your brain deciding it's done carrying it alone."
You let out another shaky breath.
Neither of you moved for a while.
The room stayed quiet except for the occasional sound of voices somewhere down the hallway.
Eventually your breathing evened out.
"...Sorry."
Riyo flicked your forehead.
"Ow."
"No apologizing."
"I got your shirt wet."
"It'll dry."
"You were probably doing something."
"I was."
"What?"
She looked toward the untouched pile of laundry sitting in the corner. "...Ignoring that."
You stared.
Then burst into another laugh.
"You weren't even doing laundry."
"I was preparing."
"You've been preparing for three days."
"It takes time."
You shook your head.
"I can't believe you."
"You don't have to."
Another comfortable silence settled.
Different this time.
Lighter.
You stayed tucked against her side.
She didn't seem to mind.
After several minutes she spoke again.
"So."
"So?"
"I'm ordering us food."
"You don't have to."
"I know."
"I can pay."
"I know."
"I don't really have an appetite."
"I didn't ask, now did I?"
You looked up as she gave you a look that was somewhere between smug and impossibly gentle.
"We're eating."
"...Bossy."
"Correct."
"And then?"
"Then..." She pretended to think very hard. "We hide from responsibilities."
"I thought you said that was what you were already doing."
"It'll become a team activity."
You smiled.
This one stayed.
"...Okay."
"We'll eat."
"Okay."
"We'll sit here."
"Mhm."
"And if your brain decides to be rude again tonight..." She nudged your shoulder. "...you gotta deal with it by yourself."
Something warm settled in your chest.
Not happiness.
Not entirely.
The heaviness was still there.
But it didn't feel quite as impossible anymore.
"...Thank you."
Riyo smiled, quieter than before.
"Next time, don't spend the whole day pretending you're fine."
"I'll try."
"Good."
She stood, stretching.
"Now don't move."
"Why?"
"I'm getting blankets."
"We're already inside."
"I know."
"So why—"
"Because."
"That's not a reason."
"It doesn't have to be."
She returned a moment later carrying two blankets anyway, draping one over your shoulders before wrapping herself in the other.
"You look ridiculous."
"So do you."
"I know."
She settled beside you again, shoulder pressed against yours beneath the blankets.
Neither of you spoke, you didn't need to.
For the first time all day, the silence didn't feel empty. It simply felt shared.
–MISS SEMIU GRIER–
Rain tapped softly against the apartment windows.
The television had been on for almost an hour, though neither of you had paid it any attention. Some cooking show filled the room with cheerful chatter that neither of you were listening to.
You sat curled into one end of the couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, staring at the mug of tea in your hands.
It had long gone cold.
Semiu noticed, she always noticed.
"You've been holding that cup for fifteen minutes."
"Have I?"
"Mhm."
She looked up from the book resting in her lap, her glasses slipping just enough for her to push them back into place.
"You haven't taken a single sip."
You sighed.
"I forgot."
"I figured."
She closed the book with one hand and set it on the coffee table before standing.
No questions.
No fuss.
Just action.
She disappeared into the kitchen and returned a minute later, gently taking the mug from your hands without asking.
"I was still drinking that."
"Were you?"
"..."
"I'll reheat it."
You couldn't even argue.
By the time she returned, steam curled lazily from the cup.
She handed it back to you before sitting beside you this time instead of across the room.
Close enough that your shoulders brushed.
Not close enough to crowd you.
"You've been quiet all evening."
"I'm just tired."
"You've been tired."
She looked at you from the corner of her eye.
"Tonight, you're carrying something."
You traced your thumb around the rim of the mug.
"...It's nothing."
"If it were 'nothing', it wouldn't be bothering you now would it?"
You let out a weak laugh.
"I hate that you're always right."
"I don't."
That made you smile despite yourself.
She noticed immediately.
"There you are."
"What?"
"I was wondering where that smile went."
"You say things like that so casually."
"They're true."
She rested one arm along the back of the couch.
"You've been avoiding looking at me."
"I have not."
"You've looked everywhere except my face."
"..."
"Mhm."
You groaned.
"Can you stop reading me like a report?"
"I could." A beat passed. "But you know that I won't."
You laughed quietly, shaking your head.
"I've just...been feeling not the best lately."
The words hung in the air.
"I know."
Your eyes lifted.
"You...knew?"
"I suspected."
Semiu reached over, taking the mug from your hands before setting it safely on the coffee table.
Then she turned toward you fully.
"No one starts shrinking into themselves that much unless they're fighting their own thoughts."
Her hand found yours.
She didn't intertwine your fingers immediately.
She simply rested her hand over yours, warm and steady.
"You haven't been yourself lately. I know my girl. I know your habits. Don't you know that I'll always catch on if there's something fishy?
"I didn't realize..."
"I know." Her thumb brushed slow circles across your knuckles. "You've been carrying yourself like you're afraid to take up space."
Your eyes burned.
"I just don't want to be a burden."
Semiu's expression didn't change.
If anything, it softened.
"You know what's burdensome?"
"What?"
"Doing all the work of loving someone because they refuse to believe they're worth loving."
You blinked. She held your gaze without wavering.
"I'd rather you let me care for you than watch you exhaust yourself trying to deserve it."
Your lip trembled.
"...Semiu."
"Hm?"
"I'm kind of falling apart here."
"yeah, I see that."
"And you're staying so calm."
"One of us should."
The corner of her mouth lifted.
"If we both panic, the apartment gets very unproductive."
A wet laugh escaped you.
"There you are."
She shifted closer until your knees touched.
"So."
"So?"
"Come here baby."
There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in her voice.
Just quiet certainty.
You leaned into her almost automatically.
The moment your forehead rested against her shoulder, one arm slipped around your back.
Firm.
Secure.
Never suffocating.
She rubbed slow circles between your shoulder blades.
No rushing.
No awkwardness.
Just patience.
"You don't have to hold yourself together every second you're around me."
You shut your eyes.
"I don't?"
"No."
"What if I'm a mess?"
"I've seen worse."
"You have?"
"I've seen you before coffee."
A surprised laugh burst out of you.
"You flirt in the strangest ways."
"I wasn't flirting."
"No?"
She hummed thoughtfully.
"I suppose comparing you to uncaffeinated you wasn't my strongest attempt."
"So there have been attempts."
"I've been living with you."
She looked down at you, one eyebrow lifting.
"Everything I do is an attempt."
Heat climbed into your cheeks.
"You really just said that."
"I did."
"So confidently."
"If I hesitate, you'll overthink it."
"...That's fair."
"I know."
She tipped your chin up just enough to meet your eyes.
"I like taking care of you."
You searched her face for any sign she was exaggerating.
There wasn't one.
"I don't do it because you need fixing."
Her thumb brushed your cheek.
"I do it because you're my favorite person."
Your eyes filled before you could stop them.
"Oh."
She smiled—small, quiet, genuine.
"There it is."
"What?"
"The look."
"What look?"
"The one where you're finally starting to believe me."
A tear slipped free.
She caught it with her thumb before it could fall.
"No more arguing tonight."
"What if I want to?"
"You won't."
"You sound awfully sure."
"I am."
She leaned forward just enough for her forehead to rest against yours.
"You've had enough of fighting today."
"...Yeah."
"So let me win this one."
"And what's your prize?""You."
She said it so simply it stole the breath from your lungs.
"No conditions." No hesitation at all in her voice. "No proving yourself."
Her fingers squeezed yours again.
"Just you."
The apartment fell quiet again, save for the rain against the windows and the steady rhythm of her breathing.
"There's my girl" she whispered into you as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
For the first time all day, the weight in your chest didn't feel quite so heavy.
Semiu noticed as she smiled to herself.
She didn't say anything, she simply held you a little closer.
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Cause you just never had the heart, now they just drift further apart from you...
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CHAPTER II SUMMARY: A growing bond begins to fracture as your desire for honesty collides with Riyo's belief that revealing the truth about her life would only lead to losing you.
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
The first time you realized something was wrong wasn't because Riyo disappeared.
It was because she apologized.
"...Sorry."
You blinked.
The word felt foreign coming from her.
Riyo stood just outside the entrance of the small shop where you'd agreed to meet hours earlier. Her clothes were neat as always, though a faint crease ran across one sleeve, and there was a tiny nick just below her jaw that looked far too fresh.
"You've been waiting... for about an hour. Sorry about that."
You studied her face, she looked tired.
Not physically, exactly– she carried herself too well for that— but there was a heaviness in her eyes that hadn't been there a few weeks ago.
"You don't have to apologize."
"I said I'd come."
"You did."
"I didn't."
"You came eventually."
She lowered her gaze. "...Eventually isn't the same."
For a moment, you wondered if this was her way of trying.
A small step? Even if it was awkward uncertain, it was genuine.
You smiled. "It's okay."
She looked almost relieved.
...Almost.
...
The afternoon passed the way most of yours did.
No destination.
No schedule.
Just wandering through the city together.
Riyo walked beside you in comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on something mundane.
"A new bakery."
"Hm?"
"It wasn't there last week."
"You noticed?"
"I notice things."
"I've noticed."
She gave the faintest nod.
"...You do too."
"I notice different things."
"What kind?"
You looked at her.
"Like when you pretend you're fine."
She stopped walking, though only for half a second before she continued.
"...I'm fine."
"Mhm."
"You don't believe me."
"I want to."
"...That's different."
"It is."
Silence settled between you.
Not hostile, just heavy
Later, you found yourselves sitting on the edge of an old stone bridge overlooking sluggish water below.
You tossed small pebbles into the current.
Riyo watched the ripples instead.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You usually do."
"You make it sound like a bad thing."
"I didn't say it was."
"...Fair."
You took a slow breath. "What... What was your childhood like?"
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she picked up another pebble, rolled it between her fingers, then flicked it into the water.
"...Quiet."
"Quiet?"
"Mhm."
"What does that mean?"
"Not loud."
You laughed despite yourself.
"I walked into that one."
"You did."
"But really."
"...Really."
"What was it like?"
"...Normal."
"You've never told me anything about it."
"There isn't much to tell."
"No family stories?"
"No."
"No embarrassing memories?"
"No."
"No favorite place?"
"...Not really."
Each answer was short; neat, finished before it could become a conversation.
You leaned back against the stone railing. "You always answer like that."
"Like what?"
"Like every sentence has the fewest words possible."
"I like efficiency."
"I noticed."
"It's practical."
"It also makes it impossible to know you."
The words escaped before you could soften them.
Riyo turned toward you.
"...Impossible?"
You hesitated.
"...Maybe not impossible."
"...Just..."
You searched for the right words.
"I know what you like to eat."
"Mhm."
"I know you hate loud places."
"...Yes."
"I know you somehow attract every stray cat in the neighborhood."
"They choose me."
"They absolutely do."
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
"But..." The smile disappeared. "I don't know who you are."
The sentence lingered between you.
Neither of you spoke.
The river continued flowing beneath the bridge as though nothing had happened.
Finally...
"...You know me."
"I know parts of you."
"Isn't that enough?"
You looked at her.
"No."
Her expression faltered. Not visibly enough that most people would notice, but you had spent enough time beside her to recognize the smallest changes.
"...Why?"
"Because you're my friend."
"..."
"I want to know what makes you happy."
"..."
"What scares you."
"..."
"What keeps you awake."
"..."
"I don't need every detail."
You laughed quietly.
"I don't need secrets."
Another pause.
"I just..." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I want to understand you."
Riyo looked away first.
Understand.
The word settled uncomfortably in her chest.
If you understood...
You would leave.
Wouldn't you?
You'd understand the blood.
The names.
The bodies that never made it home.
The jobs she accepted because they paid enough to survive.
No.
Understanding wasn't kindness, understanding was the end.
"...I'm difficult."
"I know."
"...Then why?"
"Because difficult people deserve someone who stays too."
She froze.
It was such a simple sentence.
Spoken so casually as though it were obvious.
As though someone like her deserved that.
"...You shouldn't."
"What?"
"Stay."
You frowned.
"Why not?"
"..."
She couldn't answer.
Because the truth sounded absurd.
Because saying I'm paid to kill people wasn't something you admitted in the middle of a peaceful afternoon.
Because if she started explaining, she'd never stop.
Over the next few days, you noticed yourself asking fewer direct questions.
Not because you'd given up.
Because you were trying another approach.
You talked about yourself instead.
Stories from your childhood.
Mistakes you'd made.
Little embarrassments that still made you cringe.
You hoped that maybe if she saw you being vulnerable, she'd feel comfortable doing the same.
Sometimes she laughed.
Sometimes she listened quietly.
Sometimes she asked surprisingly thoughtful questions.
But whenever the conversation drifted toward her...
It ended.
Every time.
Like a door gently closing.
Never slammed, never locked, just cosed.
"You always remember everyone else's stories."
She glanced up from the cup in her hands.
"Do I now?"
"You asked me last week whether I'd fixed the buckle on my bag."
"You had."
"I forgot I'd even told you."
"...You were annoyed."
"I was."
"You aren't anymore."
"No."
"You fixed it."
"I did."
She nodded, satisfied.
"You remember all of that."
"Mhm."
"But I don't know your birthday."
"..."
"I don't know where you sleep."
"..."
"I don't know if you have anyone waiting for you."
"..."
"Sometimes..."
You smiled sadly.
"It feels like I know someone who's standing behind a wall."
Her grip tightened around the cup.
"...A wall."
"You let me hear your voice, you let me walk beside you, but you never let me inside."
That evening, Riyo left earlier than usual.
Not because she had work, but because she couldn't bear hearing your disappointment.
She climbed to the roof of an abandoned building overlooking the city.
The wind tugged gently at her coat.
Your words echoed louder than the streets below.
"You never let me inside."
She closed her eyes.
How could she?
What was she supposed to say?
""""I wasn't late because I overslept, I was late because someone begged for their life."""
******The cut on my hand isn't from paper, It's from someone who fought back.****
The lies were easier.
Cleaner.
Safer.
For you.
So why?
Why did they suddenly feel so heavy?
When she met you again two days later, she brought something with her.
A small pastry from the bakery you'd mentioned wanting to try.
"I thought they sold out early," you said.
"They do."
"You stood in line?"
"Maybe."
You accepted it with a smile. "You didn't have to."
"I know."
"But you wanted to?"
"Mhm."
You looked genuinely happy.
Not because of the pastry.
Because she'd remembered.
That tiny expression of gratitude warmed something inside her.
She could do this.
She could remember your favorite foods.
Walk you home.
Listen to your stories.
Protect you from dangers you never noticed.
Surely... That was enough... Wasn't it?
As you ate together, you spoke quietly.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I don't ask questions because I want to pry."
She looked up.
"I ask because..." You paused. "...I worry. I know you can take care of yourself. But every time you disappear... I spend the whole time wondering if you're hurt." The pastry suddenly tasted like ash.
"I wonder if you're eating, If you're sleeping, If you're alone."
"..."
"I just..." You laughed weakly. "I care about you."
The words settled heavily between you.
"I don't need every answer." You looked directly into her eyes. "I just don't want to lose you one day without ever really knowing you."
Riyo's breath caught.
""Lose her.""
You were afraid of losing her.
If only you knew.
She had built her entire life around making sure no one mourned her if she didn't come back.
No family, no attachments, no one waiting.
It had always been simpler that way.
Safer.
Then you arrived.
Now someone waited.
Someone noticed when she disappeared.
Someone worried.
Someone cared.
And somehow, that frightened her more than any contract ever had.
Because for the first time in years, she realized her choices weren't only hurting herself anymore.
Every lie she told left another crack in your trust.
Every vanished day became another unanswered question.
Every gentle smile you offered was met with another carefully constructed wall.
She wanted to tell you. She truly did.
Her lips even parted.
"I..."
You looked at her expectantly.
"...I appreciate it."
That wasn't what she'd meant to say.
It wasn't enough.
She knew it the moment disappointment flickered across your face before you covered it with another reassuring smile.
"...You don't have to say anything, don't worry."
You were trying to make it easier for her. Instead,,, It only made the silence between you feel wider.
And as you both stood to leave, walking side by side through the evening streets, Riyo couldn't shake the growing realization that the person she wanted to protect most was also the one she was hurting the most.
She just didn't know how to stop.
You tried not to ask questions after that.
Though that was an increasingly difficult task.
There was a time when waiting for Riyo was easy.
She'd disappear for hours, sometimes a whole week, and you'd simply ask, "You're back?"
She'd grin, ruffle your hair, and answer with something ridiculous.
"Miss me?"
You'd roll your eyes.
"Not even a little."
"Liar."
And she'd laugh. A real laugh. Hell, it was bright enough to make you laugh too.
Back then, you didn't ask where she'd gone.
You didn't ask why she came home with bruises.
You didn't wonder why she never spoke about her family, where she grew up, or how she always seemed to know exactly how to handle herself in dangerous situations.
You were just... happy she came back.
Then that day, you started asking. And that day, something changed between you two.
When Riyo came to your home that evening, she looked exhausted.
There was dirt on the hem of her coat.
A fresh scrape across her cheek.
She noticed you looking.
"Oh."
She rubbed at it.
"I caught a branch."
"...A branch."
"Mhm."
You nodded.
"I see."
She smiled.
You smiled back.
Neither of you believed the other.
Dinner used to be noisy, now it was mostly utensils against plates.
"So..." Riyo tried. "I found that bakery you wanted to visit."
"Oh." You looked up. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"We should go."
"...Sure."
Silence.
She picked at her food.
You stared into your bowl.
Neither of you knew how to bridge a conversation anymore.
Not because there was nothing to say, but because now there was just too much.
...
She disappeared again three days later.
A note arrived well after midnight.
"Sorry. Something came up."
Nothing else. No explanation.
You didn't give it a second glance.
When she returned afterwards, she opened the door to your home carefully.
"...Hey."
You were sitting on the couch.
"You didn't call to ask where I was...?"
"I saw the note, you said you were out"
"Oh. Yeah"
She shut the door behind her.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
Then she smiled.
That same careful smile.
"The thing the other day took a teensy bit longer than I expected."
"What thing?"
She hesitated.
"...Helping someone."
"...You know..." Your voice was calm. "So many people seem to need your help."
Riyo looked at you.
"I guess."
"They always need it at three in the morning."
Silence.
"And somehow you always come back hurt."
"..."
"You've got an answer for everything."
She looked away.
"...I'm sorry."
"There it is." You laughed softly. You hated that laugh– it sounded tired. "You know what the worst part is?"
Riyo didn't answer.
"I don't even care what the truth is anymore."
Her head lifted.
"I mean that."
You stood.
"I've spent months imagining every possibility."
"Are you in debt?"
"No."
"Are you running from someone?"
"No."
"Did you used to be involved with something dangerous?"
"...I don't know."
You shook your head.
"I stopped trying to guess." Your voice became quieter. "I just wanted you to tell me."
Riyo's fingers curled against her sleeve.
"I..."
"You don't have to tell me everything. I know people have things they're not ready to talk about. I know everyone has parts of themselves they keep hidden." You looked at her. "I just wanted one thing."
She waited.
"I wanted to feel like you trusted me."
The house was silent.
Riyo couldn't breathe. Because she did trust you. With everything that wasn't poisonous... Everything except the one truth that would ruin your life.
If you knew... Hell, if anyone found out you knew, you would become a target.
She could survive that.
You couldn't.
"I do trust you." The words came out almost desperate.
You smiled.
It broke her heart.
"...See?"
You gestured between you.
"That's exactly it."
"You say that. But I don't feel it anymore."
She flinched.
"You disappear. You lie. You come back pretending everything's normal. And then..." Your voice wavered. "You smile at me like you expect us to go back to how we used to be."
You looked toward the kitchen.
The mugs you'd bought together still sat drying by the sink.
The blanket the two of you always fought over was folded neatly on the chair.
Everything looked the same.
Nothing felt the same.
"I miss us."
The words barely escaped.
"I miss sitting on the couch with you. I miss you stealing food off my plate. I miss hugging you without wondering if you'd disappear tomorrow. I miss laughing." You laughed once, though it was hollow "I miss not asking questions."
Riyo lowered her head.
"...I'm sorry."
"I know. I know you are. But apologies don't tell me who you are."
She wanted to speak.
God, she wanted to.
To tell you about the blood.
The contracts.
The names she'd buried.
The people who would happily kill you just to get to her.
She wanted to tell you why every lie tasted like ash.
Instead...
"...I can't."
Not "I won't."
"I can't."
You noticed the difference, but it hurt anyway.
You closed your eyes.
"...Then I don't know what we're doing anymore."
Riyo looked stricken.
"You don't have to answer that." You rubbed at your eyes "I already know."
There was no anger.
No shouting.
Just exhaustion.
"We keep pretending this is enough. It isn't."
She took one hesitant step toward you.
Your heart lurched.
For one impossible second, you wanted her to close the distance.
Wrap her arms around you.
Rest her forehead against yours.
Tell you everything.
Or tell you nothing at all.
Just... To stay.
Instead, she stopped halfway.
Like there was an invisible wall between you. "...I don't want to lose you."
The confession slipped out before she could stop it.
You looked up.
Her eyes widened.
She hadn't meant to say it.
You swallowed hard. "...Then stop making me feel like I'm already losing you."
Neither of you said anything after that.
You wanted to reach for her.
She wanted to reach for you.
But neither of you moved.
Somewhere along the way, the space between you had become more than a few feet of hardwood floor.
It had become every unanswered question.
Every unfinished conversation.
Every smile used to avoid the truth.
A hole dug so deep that neither of you knew where the bottom was anymore.
And despite everything— Despite the silence, the lies, the hurt,,, You still looked at each other like home.
You just no longer knew how to get there.
I may keep cranking the rest of the parts out, I'm feeling evil as of late
Taglist: @neluvias , @i-heartdinos , @cloverbbun
SERIES MASTERLIST
Please DO NOT repurpose my work, feed it into ai, or use it as your own.
So many people are so disrespectful apple I think your fics are reaching the wrong side of readers after the people I’ve seen on your blog being disrespectful or very aggressive towards you, these people need to learn manners AND how to read and understand boundaries, I’ve gotten hate too and I lowk laughed bc why are we sending hate to a random person on the internet. For all we know the person others send hate to could be a teenager laughing at an adult for wasting time hating on a child
- 🥀 anon
Thank you deary
I don't respond to every hateful message, but if I feel as if its coming from ignorance rather than malice, I do my best to offer perspective instead. Ignorance can be remedied through knowledge, but only if the other person is receptive to learning- but alas, that isn't always the case.
Is it okay if I continue putting your riyo series into AI to finish it? I know youre not okay with using it to write but what if I do?
Pray tell, in what world would this EVER be okay?
I have made my stance on the use of generative AI very clear. I said my stance in my introduction post, hell I say it in every fanfic I write.
Do you think the "Please DO NOT repurpose my work, feed it into ai, or use it as your own." statement at the bottom of my fanfics are just for decoration? For a 'teeheehaha' little moment, yet I'd apparently be a-okay with someone using it on my works anyway?
Genuinely, I'm gonna choose to believe this is ragebait– because no way you're gonna ignore every single boundary I have involving AI and have the balls to ask me if it's okay to continue using it on my works.
HI HI I JUST CAME ACROSS YOUR ACCOUNT I love how you write for Senku/dr stone so far!! if you don't mind I'm requesting Senku x artsy or literature reader! What I mean is the reader could either be an artist (painter, etc) or artisan (does handcrafts kind of like Yuzuriha does?) or be into a completely different subject: literature (a poet, writer)
I hope this isn't too confusing,, Do have fun with it if you decide to pick up this req! I think Senku x any kind of Art person is an interesting concept
I JUST CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD
your loving is all I think about ♡
NOTES: Hope you don't mind I made this into a fic idea! I had an idea and ran with it (๑•﹏•,)
CONTENT: Senku x gn!artsy!reader, kingdom of science is mentioned, Gens pig-latin was used to the best of my abilities, reader draws and (is implied) to paint, senku gets a tad flustered, reader kisses him on the cheek, not beta read as usual.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Ishigami Village as people finished their daily work. The sounds of stone grinding, distant laughter, and the steady rhythm of Kaseki's hammer echoed through the settlement.
A little away from the bustle, you sat beneath a tree with a small stack of handmade paper Senku made earlier resting on your lap.
Carefully, you dragged a charcoal stick across the page.
The grain of the wood...The curve of the rooftops...
The villagers passing by...
It wasn't anything spectacular, but you enjoyed it. Drawing helped you slow down after long days of gathering supplies or helping around the village.
"...Whatcha doing?"
Chrome's voice made you glance up.
He crouched beside you, staring at the page with complete fascination.
"I'm drawing."
"I can see that." He pointed at the sketch. "But...why?"
You blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean..." Chrome scratched the back of his head. "It doesn't do anything."
You laughed.
"I just enjoy it."
"You just enjoy it?"
Before you could answer again, another voice joined the conversation.
"Hard concept for you, huh?"
Chrome turned.
Senku stood a few feet away, carrying a bundle of glass test tubes under one arm.
"Tch."
Chrome frowned. "I'm just asking!"
"I know."
Senku glanced toward your sketch.
His eyes lingered on it for barely a second before returning to the glass.
"People have been making art since prehistoric times. Cave paintings are older than agriculture."
Chrome tilted his head.
"So...it's useful?"
"I said people have always done it."
"You keep answering questions I didn't ask."
"Because you're asking the wrong ones."
Chrome sighed dramatically.
"You're impossible."
"Objectively."
Senku continued walking toward the workshop.
Before disappearing inside, he spoke without turning around.
"The perspective's slightly off."
You looked down at the page.
"...It is."
"But your shading's consistent."
Then he disappeared into the workshop.
Chrome looked at you.
"...Was that a compliment?"
"I...think so?"
The next morning began like any other... Until Senku called everyone together.
"I need a few hours."
Chrome grinned.
"What're we building?"
"Nothing complicated."
Gen folded his arms. "I don't trust that sentence, knowing our dear Senku, it just means azy-cray manual labor."
"We're making pigments."
Silence.
Chrome blinked.
"...Pig...what?"
"Color."
"Oh."
Kohaku looked between the two boys.
"Why?"
"Because we don't have any."
Gen raised an eyebrow.
"And suddenly that's become important?"
"We've got charcoal."
"We do."
"We've got clay."
"We do."
"We've got berries that produce stable dye."
"We do."
"So we're testing combinations."
Gen's smile grew just a little.
"You mean we're making drawing supplies."
"We're testing naturally occurring pigments."
"Mhm."
Senku ignored him.
"Chrome."
"Yeah?"
"Collect different colored rocks. The softer the better."
"Got it."
"Kohaku."
"huh?"
"Flowers. Berries. Anything with noticeable color."
She nodded.
"Suika."
"Yes!"
"Find straight branches about this long." He held his hands apart.
"For what?"
"For brushes."
"Brushes?"
"Exactly"
Suika beamed. "I can do that!"
Within minutes, everyone scattered.
The village became surprisingly busy.
Chrome returned with stones ranging from pale white to rusty red.
Kohaku brought flowers, berries, and strange roots she'd found deeper in the forest.
Suika proudly carried an armful of smooth twigs.
Even Kinro and Ginro ended up helping crush minerals using stone mortars.
You watched from nearby, confused.
"..What's going on?"
Chrome looked up.
"Some bad science, duh."
"That explains nothing."
"It never does," Gen replied with a grin.
At the workbench, Senku carefully examined every material.
"This one contains enough iron to produce a reddish pigment."
He crushed part of the rock into powder.
"This chalk's too coarse."
Another attempt.
"Better."
He mixed powdered charcoal with a small amount of water.
Too thin.
He added animal fat.
Still wrong.
Another adjustment.
"Hm..."
A brush made from tied animal fur left a clean black line across the paper.
"There we go."
Hours passed.
Every mixture was tested.
Some cracked after drying.
Others faded almost immediately.
Several turned into nothing more than muddy brown stains.
Senku discarded failures without hesitation.
"No good."
"Too weak."
"Doesn't bind, not even one millimeter."
Eventually, several small clay containers sat neatly on the table.
Black charcoal.
Deep reddish pigment.
Muted yellow.
A soft purple made from crushed berries.
It was primitive, but functional.
Chrome whistled.
"That's actually pretty cool."
"It'll work."
"That's all you have to say?"
"It works."
By evening, you returned after helping gather firewood.
The workshop seemed unusually crowded.
Everyone looked toward you.
"...Did I miss something?"
Chrome grinned.
"Come here."
Confused, you walked over.
A folded piece of cloth sat on the workbench.
You carefully opened it.
Inside rested several charcoal sticks wrapped neatly in plant fibers.
Small clay cups held different pigments.
A bundle of handmade brushes lay beside fresh sheets of paper.
You stared.
"...What's all this?"
"The experiment," Senku answered.
You looked at him.
"...Experiment?"
"We wanted to see if naturally sourced pigments could be reproduced consistently."
Gen smiled knowingly. "And once they worked..."
Chrome finished for him. "...We figured you should have them."
You looked back down at the collection.
Every brush had clearly been made by hand.
The paper was smoother than what you'd been using.
Someone had even shaped little lids for the pigment containers.
"...You all did this?"
Chrome nodded proudly.
"Mostly Senku."
"I handled the chemistry," Senku corrected.
"Kaseki made the cups."
"Kohaku found most of the plants."
"Suika found the sticks."
"It was everyone's work."
Your fingers carefully brushed over one of the handmade brushes.
It was simple. Sure, a little uneven, but someone had taken the time to make it.
For you.
"...Thank you."
Chrome laughed.
"Try thanking the scientist."
You looked at Senku "Thank you."
He shrugged.
"No reason not to."
"You still didn't have to."
"We were already testing the materials."
Gen coughed into his fist. "Convenient."
Senku shot him a flat look.
"You planning on saying something useful?"
"I am."
Gen smiled. "You could've just admitted you wanted to make them."
"I wanted to verify whether they worked."
Chrome snorted. "Sure."
You couldn't help smiling.
Even if Senku refused to admit it outright... He had still organized the entire project.
You stepped a little closer.
"I really appreciate it."
"Tch."
"They're not perfect."
"I don't care."
"They'll probably fade over time."
"I still don't care."
He folded his arms.
"As long as you understand the limitations."
"I do."
For a brief moment, neither of you said anything.
Then, acting on impulse, you leaned forward.
A quick kiss landed on his cheek. "...Thank you."
It lasted less than a second.
When you stepped back...
Everything stopped.
Chrome stared.
Ginro nearly dropped the basket he was carrying.
Even Kohaku looked mildly surprised.
Senku himself didn't move. "..."
Exactly one second passed.
Then he cleared his throat.
"...That was scientifically unnecessary."
There was the faintest hint of pink across the bridge of his nose.
So subtle that someone who didn't know him might have missed it entirely.
Gen certainly didn't. "Oh?" He smiled far too innocently. "I wasn't aware gratitude had become so...hands-on."
"It hasn't."
Chrome pointed. "You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"The temperature increased."
Chrome looked around. "...It didn't."
"It did."
"It definitely didn't."
Senku adjusted the collar of his outfit before picking up one of the clay pigment containers.
"We've been standing around all afternoon."
Chrome frowned.
"...That has nothing to do with your face."
"It has everything to do with circulation."
Gen laughed. "What a fascinating hypothesis."
Senku looked completely unimpressed.
"You done?"
"For now."
"Tch."
Without another word, Senku turned toward the workshop.
"I ten billion percent still got work to do."
Chrome watched him walk away.
"...He's running."
"I'm working."
"You didn't deny it!"
"I don't need to."
"You totally—"
"Chrome."
"...Yeah?"
"If you've got enough free time to analyze facial coloration..." Senku glanced over his shoulder. "I've got plenty of manual labor waiting."
Chrome immediately looked elsewhere. "...I suddenly remembered I have other things to do."
"Thought so."
As the villagers slowly returned to their work, you looked back down at the bundle in your hands.
The charcoal.
The brushes.
The pigments.
A quiet smile spread across your face.
Whatever scientific explanation Senku insisted on giving everyone... You knew the truth.
If it had only been about testing pigments, he could have stopped once they worked.
Instead, he'd made sure there was enough paper.
Enough brushes. Enough color. Enough for you to keep drawing.
And somehow, that meant more than if he'd said anything at all.
This is so late I know... Sorry hon! Also this isn't my best work I'm so sorry (╯︵╰,)
Taglist: @i-heartdinos , @cloverbbun
Please DO NOT repurpose my work, feed it into ai, or use it as your own.
Hey, this is my first time requesting something online so I'm sorry if it's a bit wonky. Could you perhaps make a Kyouka Nijiku request? I have a little idea that's been like circling my mind, so like what if Kyouka like noticed like a cleaner reader and they kinda catch her eye while like either entering or exiting Corvus office during that one episode, or maybe like she meets a cleaner on their day off and only finds out later that they are a cleaner, maybe a bit of a argument because perhaps Kyouka wants reader to join the hell guard and not waste their talent?
Feel free to take as long as you need and thank you for reading!
WE. WANT. YOU.
—In the hell guard ♪
NOTES: Happy 4th to anyone who celebrates!! I'm writing this while hiding away from a very awkward estranged family reunion wish me luck I got 9 more hours to go.
CONTENT: Kyouka x gn!cleaner!reader, infactuation at first sight, no established relationship, Kyouka is a gentle(wo)man, they go on a date, fluff, kyouka doesn't like Enjin in this, banter but nothing serious, fluff, not beta read per usual
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
Meetings had a habit of testing Kyouka's patience.
Hours spent listening to reports, debating jurisdiction, and settling disputes between departments left even the composed commander eager to leave headquarters. By the time she stepped out into the city, she had already loosened the clasp around her collar, a small indulgence no subordinate would ever witness.
The streets were alive with the comfortable chaos of the afternoon. Vendors called out to passing customers, children darted between market stalls, and workers hurried home after long shifts.
Kyouka intended to walk straight through.
Then she saw you.
You stood just outside a shop, casually flipping through the pages of a worn novel. There wasn't anything particularly extravagant about you. You weren't drawing attention to yourself, nor did you seem interested in the crowd around you.
You simply looked... peaceful.
It caught her off guard.
Most people became noticeably tense the moment they recognized her uniform.
You hadn't even looked up.
"...Curious."
She continued walking.
One step.
Two.
Five.
By the eighth, she'd stopped altogether.
Her brows knit together.
"What are you doing?" she quietly asked herself.
She had no assignment here. No investigation. No reason to interrupt a complete stranger enjoying their afternoon.
And yet... She turned around.
A pair of Hell Guard officers exchanged confused looks as their commander calmly retraced her steps.
Neither of them was brave enough to ask why.
Kyouka stopped beside you, waiting until you naturally noticed her rather than interrupting your reading.
When you finally glanced up, your eyes flicked to the insignia on her uniform before returning to her face.
"You've noticed me," she said.
"I have."
"I dislike pretending chance meetings are anything other than deliberate."
You blinked.
"...That's an interesting way to introduce yourself."
"So I've been told."
She offered a small, respectful inclination of her head.
"My name is Kyouka Nijiku."
You introduced yourself in return.
She repeated your name once, committing it to memory.
"It suits you."
You smiled.
"I've never heard anyone say that before."
"Then others have lacked imagination."
That earned a quiet laugh.
Good.
She preferred hearing that over fearful silence.
"I hope I'm not interrupting your afternoon."
"Not particularly."
"I'm pleased."
There was a brief pause.
Kyouka glanced toward the bookstore.
"You enjoy this?"
You nodded.
"Frequently?"
"As often as possible."
"I've neglected the habit."
"You don't strike me as someone with much free time."
"...An accurate observation."
She found herself continuing the conversation far longer than she'd intended.
You recommended a novel she'd never read.
She admitted that most of her evenings were spent reading reports rather than stories.
You made a face.
"That sounds miserable."
"It is productive."
"It can be both."
"Perhaps."
A comfortable silence settled between you as you resumed walking through the market together.
Neither of you seemed entirely sure when walking together had become the natural thing to do.
You paused at a stall selling handmade accessories.
Kyouka watched as you carefully examined the craftsmanship rather than the price.
"You have an eye for detail."
"I appreciate quality."
"So do I."
She picked up one of the pieces, turning it over in her gloved hand.
"The stitching is excellent."
The elderly vendor beamed.
"Someone finally noticed!"
You laughed. "I think you've made his day."
"I merely stated the truth."
"You've got a surprisingly gentle way of complimenting people."
"Do I?"
"You probably don't even realize you're doing it."
That observation lingered in her thoughts as the two of you continued walking.
Eventually you reached a quiet café tucked between two older buildings.
"I was planning to stop here," you said.
Kyouka looked toward the entrance.
"I've never visited."
"You should."
She regarded you for a moment before speaking.
"Would you permit me to accompany you?"
You smiled.
"I was hoping you'd ask."
...
The café was pleasantly quiet.
Conversation came easier than Kyouka expected.
She learned your favorite tea.
Your preferred places to spend a day off.
Your tendency to wander without much of a plan whenever you finally had free time.
In return, she admitted that she rarely took days off at all.
"You should."
"I've considered it."
"You haven't actually done it."
"No."
"I can tell."
She looked almost offended.
"Am I truly so transparent?"
"Only a little."
"...I'll endeavor to improve."
"You don't have to."
For some reason, hearing you say that settled something in her chest.
The conversation drifted naturally from one subject to another.
Books.
Architecture.
Food.
The city.
By the second cup of tea, Kyouka had almost forgotten she hadn't learned what you did for a living.
Almost.
"What occupation keeps you so busy?"
You answered without much thought.
"I'm a Cleaner."
She stopped midway through lifting her cup.
"...You're a Cleaner."
"I am."
A thoughtful silence followed.
"That explains quite a bit."
"It does?"
"You've been watching every entrance since we arrived."
You blinked.
"I have?"
"You also positioned yourself where you could see the entire room."
You looked around before realizing she was right.
"...Huh."
"It appears you do it unconsciously."
"Comes with the job."
"I suspected military experience."
You smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry to disappoint."
"You haven't."
In fact— Quite the opposite. Kyouka rested her cup on its saucer.
"Join the Hell Guard."
You stared at her.
"...Excuse me?"
"You'd excel with us."
You couldn't help laughing.
"Were you waiting for the right moment to say that?"
"I was considering several approaches."
"You had approaches?"
"I settled on direct honesty."
"You mean recruiting me."
"Correct."
"...On a date."
"..."
"..."
"I've just realized this is, in fact, a date."
You grinned.
"It took you that long?"
"I've been somewhat distracted."
"By recruiting me?"
"Initially by you."
A warmth touched her cheeks so faintly that anyone else would have missed it.
You certainly didn't.
"So you approached a stranger because you thought they were attractive..."
"Yes."
"Then invited them for tea..."
"Correct."
"...And once you found out they were a Cleaner, your first instinct was to recruit them."
"Also correct."
You laughed so hard you had to set your cup down.
"I don't think I've ever met anyone like you."
"I receive that comment with some frequency."
"I bet."
She folded her hands neatly.
"You possess excellent instincts."
"So I've been told."
"Discipline."
"Occupational necessity."
"Calm judgment."
"I try."
"The Hell Guard values all of those qualities."
"The Cleaners seem pretty happy with them too."
"I don't doubt that."
"So why steal me?"
"I prefer the term recruit."
"It sounds suspiciously like stealing."
"It is significantly more professional."
You leaned back in your chair.
"I like my work."
"I can see that."
"I like helping people."
"As do I."
"I've got friends in the Cleaners."
"So do I, though they would object if I called them friends."
You laughed again.
"I think you're wasting your talents."
"There it is."
"What?"
"The real reason."
She inclined her head.
"I dislike seeing exceptional people underestimate themselves."
"I don't think I'm exceptional."
"I do."
Her answer came so quickly that it caught you off guard.
"You've known me for... what, two hours?"
"Approximately."
"And you've already decided that?"
"I trust my judgment."
You held her gaze for a long moment before smiling.
"...That's incredibly flattering."
"It wasn't intended merely as flattery."
"I know."
You reached for your cup again.
"But my answer's still no."
"For today."
"There it is again."
"What?"
"The persistence."
"I warned you."
"You didn't."
"I've remedied that oversight."
You shook your head, unable to stop smiling.
"I suppose I should get used to it."
"I would appreciate that."
As the evening sun painted the streets gold, the two of you stepped back outside together.
Kyouka looked toward you with the same composed expression she'd worn all afternoon, though her eyes had softened considerably.
"I enjoyed spending time with you."
"So did I."
"I would like to do so again."
"I'd like that."
A quiet sense of satisfaction settled over her.
"Excellent."
You began walking together once more.
After a few moments, she spoke without looking away from the road ahead.
"My recruitment offer remains open."
You sighed dramatically.
"We're doing this again already?"
"I simply wished to remind you."
"I haven't even been home from the date yet."
"I believe in consistency."
You laughed, shaking your head.
"And here I thought you were courting me."
Kyouka glanced at you, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"I am."
"...While recruiting me?"
"I see no reason I cannot do both."
You couldn't argue with that– not when she looked so completely sincere.
Also thank you so much for requesting from me honey, I hope you have an amazing day !!
NOTES: I'm locking in I swear yall. Also I'm SOSOSO sorry this took so long hon!
CONTENT: Silverwolf x fem!stellaron hunter!reader, established relationship, cuddling, gaming, "silver" is used as a nickname, fluff, hand holding, they're very sweet, no other stellaron hunters mentioned, likely ooc!Silverwolf, Silverwolf is vulnerable for a bit, no use of y/n per usual
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
The rhythmic clicking of buttons filled the Stellaron Hunters' hideout, accompanied by the occasional electronic chime whenever another enemy exploded into shimmering pixels.
You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed, watching the familiar scene unfold.
Silver Wolf was exactly where you'd expected her to be.
Curled up on the couch with one knee tucked against her chest, she stared at a holographic display floating a few feet in front of her. The room was dim except for the glow of multiple monitors, the shifting colors painting her silver hair in blues, pinks, and purples.
Her attention never wavered.
Controllers, handheld consoles, empty snack wrappers, and half-finished cans of energy drinks littered the coffee table. Somewhere beneath the organized chaos sat a bowl you'd brought her earlier that afternoon.
...Still untouched.
You sighed to yourself.
"Silverwolf."
"Mhm."
"You forgot to eat."
"I'll eat after this boss."
"You said that an hour ago."
"This is a different boss."
"You've beaten four different bosses."
"This one's harder."
Without missing a beat, she rolled beneath an incoming attack before launching a dazzling counterattack. Her fingers moved with impossible speed, muscle memory taking over while she carried on the conversation.
"You know," she continued, "it's rude to distract someone during a ranked match."
"It's also rude to ignore your girlfriend."
"I acknowledged your existence."
"You grunted."
"I said 'mhm.'"
"Very romantic."
"It means I love you."
You blinked. "...Really?"
"No."
"Silverwolf."
"I'm joking."
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips before disappearing just as quickly.
You couldn't help smiling back.
Living with Silverwolf meant learning that affection rarely came wrapped in obvious words. It hid inside dry humor, sarcastic remarks, and the fact that she'd somehow memorized your favorite snacks despite insisting she didn't pay attention to things like that.
Still...
There were limits.
You walked into the room and sat beside her.
Nothing.
She remained completely immersed in her game.
"...Silverwolf"
"Hm?"
"What am I doing?"
"Sitting."
"Next to who?"
"...Me."
"And?"
"...You're asking suspicious questions."
"I'm trying to get your attention."
"You have it."
"You looked at me for exactly half a second."
"I multitask."
"You absolutely do not."
"I hacked three security systems while clearing this dungeon."
"...That's not multitasking. That's showing off."
"It can be both."
Another enemy disintegrated. Another victory screen appeared. You watched her immediately queue for another match.
"...Silver."
"One more."
"You haven't even heard what I was going to say."
"I know."
"You don't."
"You were going to ask me to take a break."
"..."
"...See?"
"You've become predictable."
"No."
"I've become observant."
"You've become impossible."
"I've always been impossible."
She wasn't wrong.
You looked around the room once more.
The lights were dim.
The air conditioner hummed quietly.
The digital clock on the wall informed you she'd been gaming for almost five consecutive hours.
Enough was enough.
The moment the loading screen appeared, you leaned over and gently plucked the controller from her hands.
The room fell silent.
Silver Wolf stared at her now-empty hands.
Then she slowly looked at you.
"...Give it back."
"No."
"I was loading."
"I noticed."
"My daily streak."
"It'll survive."
"My ranking."
"It'll survive too."
"My pride."
You pretended to think about it.
"...Questionable."
She narrowed her eyes.
"You just committed a crime."
"I did."
"Digital assault."
"I don't think that's a real thing."
"It is now."
She reached for the controller.
You held it behind your back.
"...Seriously?"
"Mhm."
"You realize I can just hack it."
"You could."
"So?"
"But then you'd have to move."
"..."
"..."
"...You're using laziness against me."
"I know my audience."
Silver Wolf groaned dramatically before letting herself fall backward against the couch cushions.
"I can't believe this."
"You absolutely can."
"I was so close to breaking my record."
"You were also close to forgetting what sunlight looks like."
"We're in space."
"You know what I mean."
She folded her arms.
"I don't appreciate interventions."
"It's not an intervention."
"No?"
"It's a cuddle emergency."
She blinked.
"A what?"
"A cuddle emergency."
"...Those aren't real."
"They are now."
"...You made that up."
"I absolutely did, just like you made up 'digital assault', yknow"
Silver Wolf stared at you for several seconds, trying to determine whether you were serious.
Unfortunately for her... You were.
She sighed with the theatrical exhaustion of someone accepting a side quest they hadn't wanted to unlock.
"...How long?"
"Until I feel like letting you go."
"I regret asking."
"You should."
She stood, stretching her arms over her head. A few quiet pops echoed from her shoulders and back.
"...Ow."
You raised an eyebrow.
"When's the last time you stood up?"
"..."
"Silver."
"...I walked to get another energy drink."
"That doesn't count."
"It required movement."
"It required five steps."
"They were difficult steps."
You laughed.
"I'll buy you snacks."
"Two bags."
"Deal."
"Limited edition ones."
"If I can find them."
"...Fine."
"And, no gaming for the next hour."
She looked horrified.
"Now you're negotiating in bad faith."
You simply held out your hand.
After a moment of dramatic hesitation, she slipped hers into yours.
"...You're lucky I like you."
"I know."
"I still think this is kidnapping."
"Probably."
"You admit it?"
"Absolutely."
"...Huh."
Hand in hand, you led her down the hallway toward your room.
Silver Wolf shuffled along behind you without protest, though she looked back once at the abandoned console as if saying goodbye to a dear friend.
"My save file..."
"It'll still be there."
"...I hope so."
"You literally programmed the backup system."
"...Good point."
Your room was noticeably brighter than hers.
A window overlooked the endless sea of stars, casting soft white light across the neatly made bed.
You sat first, patting the mattress beside you.
Silver Wolf remained standing.
"...So."
"So."
"...We're just..."
"Mhm."
"...Lying down."
"Exactly."
"...People actually enjoy this?"
"Most people."
"...Without doing anything?"
"That's the point."
She looked unconvinced.
Nevertheless, she climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath her weight.
She settled beside you with obvious uncertainty, keeping a polite few inches of space between your bodies.
You smiled.
"C'mere."
"I'm already here."
"Closer."
"...Why?"
"Because I want to hold you."
"You can hold me from there."
"I absolutely cannot."
"You have long arms."
"Silverwolf."
"Fine, fine."
She scooted closer.
You immediately wrapped an arm around her waist.
She froze. "You're clingy."
"I've been told."
"...This is unfair."
"How?"
"I can't escape."
"You can."
"...I don't want to use the effort required."
"There it is."
"There what is?"
"The real reason."
She rolled her eyes.
"You know me too well."
"I do."
Slowly, almost reluctantly, the stiffness left her shoulders.
Her body relaxed against yours little by little.
"...Warm."
"I usually am."
"I thought blankets were supposed to do this."
"They help."
"You're better."
The admission came so quietly you almost missed it.
You smiled but didn't tease her.
Instead, you simply rubbed slow circles against her back.
Silver Wolf let out a quiet sigh.
"...That's nice."
"It is."
"...Don't let it go to your head."
"I'll try."
Minutes drifted by.
The room became wonderfully still.
All you heard was the distant hum of the ship and each other's breathing.
Silver Wolf stared at the ceiling.
"...You know..."
"Hm?"
"I don't really understand this."
"Cuddling?"
"Mhm."
"What don't you understand?"
She thought for a while before answering.
"...It's inefficient."
You laughed softly.
"It is."
"We're accomplishing literally nothing."
"We're spending time together."
"We could spend time together while gaming."
"We do."
"So why this?"
You looked at her.
"Because I miss you sometimes."
She blinked.
"...I'm here."
"Physically."
"..."
"But sometimes you're so focused on everything else that it feels like you're somewhere completely different."
Her expression softened.
"...Oh."
"I know gaming makes you happy."
"It does."
"I'm not trying to stop that."
"I know."
"I just..."
You brushed a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear.
"I like having moments where it's just us."
Silver Wolf was unusually quiet.
When she finally spoke, her voice was much softer than before.
"...Back home..."
She hesitated.
"I spent a lot of time alone."
You listened without interrupting.
"It didn't really bother me."
A pause.
"...Until it did."
She laughed once—short and self-conscious.
"I got good at entertaining myself."
"I noticed."
"I never really needed people."
"You don't have to need someone to enjoy having them."
"...Yeah."
She turned slightly toward you.
"...You're weird."
"I've accepted that."
"You dragged one of the universe's best hackers away from a perfect run."
"I did."
"...Just because you wanted to hold her."
"Mhm."
"...That's strange."
"I think you're worth interrupting."
For once...
Silver Wolf had absolutely no sarcastic comeback.
Instead, she rested her forehead against your shoulder.
"...You're unfair."
"How?"
"You say embarrassing things."
"I say honest things."
"...That's worse."
You laughed quietly.
She hid her face against your neck.
"I hate that this is comfortable."
"No, you don't."
"..."
"...Maybe I don't."
Your fingers absentmindedly combed through her hair.
She practically melted.
"...Don't stop."
"I thought cuddling was inefficient."
"It is."
"And?"
"...I can make exceptions."
"I'll remember that."
"Don't."
"Too late."
She groaned, though there wasn't any real annoyance behind it.
Eventually, her breathing slowed.
The steady rise and fall of her chest became more relaxed.
You glanced down.
Her eyes had drifted shut.
"...Silverwolf?"
"Mmm..."
"You falling asleep?"
"...No."
A beat.
"...Maybe."
"You can sleep."
"...Was supposed to play..."
"The game will wait."
"...Won't disappear?"
"It'll still be there tomorrow."
"...Promise?"
"I promise."
Her fingers loosely curled around the fabric of your shirt.
"...Okay..."
Within another minute, she was asleep.
Completely.
Peacefully.
The sarcastic hacker who always seemed one step ahead of everyone else now looked impossibly relaxed, nestled against you as though she'd finally allowed herself to stop thinking for a little while.
You adjusted the blanket over both of you, careful not to wake her.
Just as you settled back against the pillows, you felt her unconsciously move closer, seeking warmth even in sleep.
You smiled to yourself.
Maybe she'd still tease you about this later.
Maybe she'd insist she'd only agreed because she was tired.
Maybe she'd claim she'd been "AFK" rather than asleep.
But none of that mattered.
Because for the first time all day, there were no glowing screens between you.
No leaderboards.
No missions.
No endless pursuit of a higher score.
Just quiet.
Just warmth.
Just the soft sound of Silver Wolf's breathing as she slept safely in your arms.
A few minutes later, lulled by the peaceful silence and the comforting weight of her against your chest, your own eyelids began to grow heavy.
The stars outside the window continued their endless journey across the darkness.
The abandoned game remained paused in the next room.
Its next level could wait until tomorrow.
For tonight, reality was enough. And together, the two of you drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped safely in each other's embrace.
I'm so sorry this took so long !!! I've been busy :( I'm back now tho! For now at least
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Dr.Stone characters ( Ukyo, Gen, Ryusui, Kohaku ) x Reader
Summary : In which reader just received the news of having a chronic illness and the Dr.stone characters is there for you.
Warning : light angst, fluff, chronic disease, hurt to comfort, green flag ukyo, no sad ending, positivity, comedy??, take place in the modern word and stone word depending of the characters.
Words : 400 to 800k
IMPORTANT NOTES : I don't know much about chronic diseases so I used this site (https://www.nhsinform.scot/illnesses-and-conditions/a-to-z/ ) that talks about all the diseases that exist! So I was inspired by these real diseases, if I ever made a mistakes (for those who study medicine) do not hesitate to tell me that I correct this right away! My goal is not to upset or make someone sad by reading this, I write them with all respect and I send a lot of support to all people who are sick and have difficulties in life because of this, I hope you have people around you who take good care of you and cheer you up everyday
‧₊˚ ┊ GEN ASAGIRI
In the harsh reality of the stone world, you’d been trying to hide it for weeks.
The constant stomach pain that twisted like a knife after meals or the episodes of bloody diarrhea that left you weak and embarrassed, the worst was probably the brutal fatigue that made gathering even simple resources impossible leading to Senku being a dramatic ass because he couldn’t do it himself.
But despite that, Senku, the observant scientist, finally pulled you aside after noticing all those pattern during a village meeting.
And after running every test his stone-age lab allowed, observing symptoms, analysis of the whole body, and questioning you thoroughly, he delivered the diagnosis.
Crohn’s disease. After hours of explanation of the disease that looked more like an explanation given to a child who understands nothing, you learned that it was your body’s defense system that gets confused and starts attacking your own digestive tract like it’s an enemy. Making you painfully sores and big swelling inside your gut because food doesn’t get absorbed well.
Therefore you get lots of pain, and it can cause dangerous problems later if not handled. It is chronic after all, but Senku said they could manage it step by step.
He himself outlined a plan for you, you are as important as anyone in the kingdom of science, he was not going to leave his friend without medicine even in this stone world (gen would have harassed him otherwise) so anti-inflammatory herbs would be cultivate, with also a strict dietary controls to avoid triggers, and a rest protocols while the world would walk toward better medicines as hopefully science improves soon.
He was blunt but hopeful in his typical “this is just a problem to solve” way.
Gen was right there when Senku explained it all. The mentalist’s even tried using jokes.
”Ah, so now my partner has been secretly hoarding all the soft leaves for their tummy troubles? Very sneaky indeed~”—
but it quickly died in his throat with his smile faltered completely and his eyes filling with rare but genuine sadness while the weight of it hit him. After Senku left to start researching remedies, Gen wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your hair.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice thick.
“That was a stupid joke. I just… I hate seeing you hurting like this and pretending everything’s fine. You’ve been carrying this alone while the rest of us are out there rebuilding the world. It’s not fair.”
From that moment, Gen seemed devoted in a way that went beyond his usual playful personality. Hell he even used every mentalist tricks he possessed not for manipulation, but for comfort or distraction like he said.
During painful episodes he was talking about his stupid stories from pre-petrification days with a silly voices to make you laugh even when you felt awful.
He personally sorted through food stores to prepare safe and easy-to-digest meals, even going as far to sacrificing his own portions. Nights by the fire he’d hold you close, rubbing your back when the pain kept you awake, has he murmured reassurances.
“We’ve survived petrification, wars, and literal stone age nonsense. This sneaky gut rebellion doesn’t stand a chance against Team Senku… and especially not against my incredible partner.”
He let himself feel the sadness openly with you—admitting how helpless it made him feel but always followed it with hope.
“Senku’s a genius. And I’m a master of the heart and mind. Between us, we’ll keep you smiling and strong.”
Gen’s comfort was the best, it was emotional, tender and always constant. Because he made sure you never felt like a burden.
It felt like the diagnosis brought you even closer, with his love showing in the way he chose to stay present through every hard day, proving that even in the stone world you had someone who would fight for your peace of mind with everything he had.
‧₊˚ ┊ UKYO SAIONJI
(reader is in the army with ukyo in this one)
Several symptoms have been emerging for some time now…
At first it was easy to dismiss because it looked like symptoms that anybody could have, such as morning stiffness in your fingers, a deep fatigue that couldn’t stop even while sleeping, and these angry red patches on your skin.
Then the swelling started.
Your knees would get even bigger and hotter after hard training and the pain was so bad that you had to limp….
But you couldn’t let this slow you down. You kept going because that is what you do in the navy. You thought it would pass after a while. Maybe the training was too intense and you developed those symptoms… or maybe a simple vacation would be good??
But one day a superior noticed and ordered full tests. Honestly who are you to disagree against a superior? Wouldn’t want to take the risk to lose your job…
And unfortunately the diagnosis wasnt positive, it was Rheumatoid Arthritis. From what you understand it was an autoimmune disease. Your body’s immune system attacks the lining of your joints just by mistake and this causes painful swelling and inflammation leading to permanent damage over time, for instance hearts issues. To summarize it, it’s like your own body attacking itself. It’s great… just great.
And to add cherry on the cake this chronic illness lasts for life. But luckyfor you modern medicine can manage it with special drugs or physical therapy.
The doctor said your career did not have to end, but your life wouldn’t be the same anymore..
When Ukyo learned that an superior asked for a test, he immediately decided to accompagne you, so he waited outside the medical bay when you came out. He was still in his clean uniform with his body straight but his eyes looked soft with worry.
At first you expected a whole worried Ukyo but he actually did not ask many questions… just the name of your ilness, you felt grateful at this moment. He just walked beside you back to the barracks with his presence that felt like a quiet anchor to you.
For a few days none of you talked about it, until one evening he came to your room with a thick folder he made himself.
It had research papers on RA for people still working. There were so many lists of safe medicines that would not affect work and he even added diet tips to lower swelling and easy exercises to keep your strength without making symptoms worse.
“I called in some favors,”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“I talked to people in medical who handled similar cases. I will not let this get to you.”
And when you broke down and said you were scared of becoming a burden to the team and to him, he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms even if it was carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you.
“You are not a burden. You are one of the best peoples I have ever served with. More than that, you are the person I trust most. The one I love…This is just another obstacle. We adapt. We fix problems. We overcome. That is what we do.”
Over the next weeks, Ukyo became your rock in every way. He changed training schedules so you could do easier exercice (he ask to spotted you himself) In the mornings he would bring warm compresses for your hands before shooting practice. In the evenings he sat with you during bad moments and most of the time you would sit there in silence. He wanted to remind you that strength means keeping going and that if you didn’t had the strength in you, he would give you some of his.
Late one night after a very rough day, he held you close on his bunk with his fingers gently traced patterns on your arm.
“I chose this life with you in it… The diagnosis does not change that. We have each other’s back through every mission, every flare, every challenge. Ten years from now we will look back and see how we turned this into another story of strength.”
And eventually he turned the scary diagnosis into something you could face together, one careful step at a time.
‧₊˚ ┊ RYUSUI NANAMI
Extreme fatigue, frequent lung infections, salty skin, and digestive problems had been annoying you for a while now.
Ryusui, with his ridiculous wealth and resources, had forced you to accept his help with the absolute best specialists flown in from everywhere.
The diagnosis was simple, Cystic Fibrosis. It’s a genetic problem you are born with, your body makes thick and sticky mucus instead of normal thin one. And those mucus clogs up your lungs and digestion system like sticky glue in pipes. And those causes infections, breathing trouble, and problems absorbing food.
At first Ryusui did not just accept it. He attacked it with full energy.
“The best doctors in the world are now your doctors!”
he declares with that booming laugh, though his eyes show real worry underneath his bravery attempt to reassure you.
He bought special treatments, got experimental medicines, and kept top specialists on call 24/7. He even changed parts of his yachts and houses to make everything easier and cleaner for you.
One day he pulls you onto his yacht, away from everything, and holds you close.
“Money can buy almost anything,”
”happy you know that Ryusui…”
“Let me finish my treasure, Money is great, but it can’t buy more time with you. So I’ll use every yen, every connection, every resource on this planet to give us as much time as possible.”
In fact, Ryusui doesn’t change a lot.. he is still continuing to spoils you rotten but just a different kind of spoiling now. With much more comfort or custom nutrition plans from world-class chefs, hell he even get the softest clothes that don’t irritate your skin, and that only so you can still enjoy yourself without thinking of this chronic illness.
And when you feel like a burden, he laughs it off.
“Nonsense! A captain takes care of his crew… and you are my most important crew member.”
His energy was simply big and positive. And eventually he turned the scary diagnosis into a challenge he was determined to win with you..
‧₊˚ ┊ KOHAKU
One day you suddenly had moments of muscle weakness. You fainted more often and sometimes without warning, your heart would beat too fast or weird and leave you pale and shaky.
You thought that maybe it was kohaku that was making you this effect.. after all she was so beautiful, but no, you understand it wasn’t just kohaku making you feel love when you suddenly faint one day after your heart had beat too fast with Hyoga next to you. And let me tell you that it was frightening…
Senku did careful checks and tests after this issue. And unfortunately diagnosed a heart condition. He explained it slowly so that you and Kohaku could understand it more easily, it was your heart acting like a drum that sometimes beats at the wrong rhythm or too fast. This can make you feel weak or pass out.
He tried to compared it a little to Ruri’s old sickness so that kohaku could understand how this sickness was to take seriously but still said it was different and they would handle it.
Yet Kohaku still got very scared when she heard that. Her face went pale and her fists clenched tight.
Because yes Kohaku can be terrified. She’s pale, fists clenched, eyes wide with fear.
“You’re… you’re not going to end up like my sister was, right? Before Senku saved her?”
Her voice even cracked after saying this. She’s seen what illness can do in this world, and the thought of losing you to something invisible wrecks her.
Once Senku assures her he has a plan and leaves to work on remedies, Kohaku becomes your fierce shadow. She’s not great with the science but she’s incredible with protection and emotional support.
She carries you when you’re weak, hunts extra food for strength, and stands guard when you rest.
“I won’t let anything take you,”
And from the way she says it, you can say it’s like a promise she made to herself.
“Senku fixed Ruri. He will help you too. And until then, I’ll be right here.”
She trains a little less aggressively so she can stay close, tells you stories of her village adventures to distract you, and holds your hand tightly during bad episodes. Her fear slowly turns into determined hope.
“You’re strong too. We’ll fight this together—like warriors.”
Her comfort is physical, loyal, and deeply emotional—she shows love through action and unwavering presence, scared but refusing to let that fear win.
I absolutely love this !! I believe you did a good job on displaying the chronic illnesses too ! I can at least attest that you did the heart one well as I have similar
