It's been a month-long of inactivity, but here's a little fluff to make up for it 😌
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If Senku has to find a better word that describes him around people, it definitely wasn't something that could propel them closer to him - unlike Taiju that draws in humongous positivity with big smiles with his big heart and big hugs (and being on the receiving end of it for at least three-fourths of the time they spend together, it did kind of work. They're already lifetime buddies at this point but he won't say that out loud). Yuzuriha draws in people with her tender and genuine care for people, her dainty and swift hands for craftsman almost comparable to how she handles her interpersonal relationships - careful, discreet and awfully tender. If it hadn't been for their perseverance as a shared attribute between them three, Senku still struggles to see what about him specifically that makes Gen feel safe enough to doze off around him.
If Senku has to find a word to describe himself, it wasn't of big hugs and tender hands - needless to say, he was aversive of affection, and his fingers were roughed up and all calloused from days and nights of steadfast project to rebuild Ishigami village.
There's this tender rise and fall of Gen's chest that makes Senku's hand itch to do something, his soft breathing against the quiet, winter night up in the observatory rouses Senku's concetration away from the papers at hand and to focus instead on Gen's serene sleeping face. As if it never bore any deceit under his sleeves, as if his scar never meant to be a menace, and as if Gen himself wasn't capable of fooling people. Before Senku could think better about it, his hand was already moving on it's own and tucking in the strays of Gen's white locks, and he doesn't know if he did it gently, doesn't know if his hand pressure was soft enough from all the rough woodworks and countless craftings that made his threshold for pressure a little off the scale.
Because Gen stirs, not fully conscious, but now Senku feels guilty of waking him up - all from being unable to hold back his bloody hands from moving and doing it's own thing. As if it had a life of it's own, his body follows involuntarily when Gen offers up a small smile and Senku shifts closer, abandons all hopes in finishing up the blueprint as he unfolds his legs to lift up Gen's head and places it comfortably against his lap. Maybe that will help him fall asleep again for the second time.
Senku doesn't know what he is doing, but he remembers Taiju's big hugs and Yuzuriha's soft pats on his shoulder.
Ah, maybe this is what they feel around each other.
Inevitably warm.
Gen burries himself closer to Senku, unsubtle with the way he noses Senku's clothed abdomen and an arm coming up to wrap on Senku's waist. And he settles comfortably, as if he belonged there for a huge portion of his life because to Senku, it felt nothing but right.
Senku's breath hitched with pleasant surprise, with how affectionate Gen suddenly seems to be acting and he attributes it to the fastly slipping consciousness, but a part of him reasons that maybe it's because it's him - it's because he was Senku and it's why Gen falls into this easy, and soft pliant version of him. He doesn't indulge the thought any further but it was nice to think of it anyway, his calloused hands now threading itself against Gen's hair to a soothing motion, and he doesn't see what he stands to benefit from all of this.
He still doesn't know what makes Gen act like this around him, still doesn't know how he'd describe himself that draws the mentalist in - but Senku figures he doesn't have to have an answer to that right now as he plants a lingering, soft-pressed kiss on Gen's exposed forehead.
Gen slightly hums, pleased, and the smile on his lips slowly fade to a slack as Senku observes him slipping back into a peaceful slumber under him, under his arms and there, inevitably cozied up on his waist. Senku doesn't stop combing his fingers through Gen's locks, doesn't pull his free arm away that's encased on Gen's shoulder, and his eyes definitely doesn't stray away from Gen's sleeping figure - his soft face, his moist lips and slightly reddened cheeks from the cold.
Senku still doesn't know how he'd describe himself, of what propels Gen towards him like this, but if what he was or what he was made up of makes Gen feel comfortable enough around him - would it be arrogant of him, presumptious of him to describe himself as home for Gen?
Maybe it wasn't so bad at all.
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If it wasn't obvious, I am a sucker for sengen finding home in each other's arms 😭
For the month long inactivity, I'd like to apologize for that since most of the time, I am consumed by academic papers and hell that is thesis 😩 being a student isn't really easy and it saps my energy to write most of the time wjdkwsjskw
So to make up for it, here's a fluff of SenGen that I hope y'all would really enjoy 🥺
Senkuu's a rabbit because they're associated with the moon and medicine.
Gen's a small black snake with a white underbelly. Cuz the white is the soft tender part. He's not venomous but he's one of those snakes that pretends like they are to scare predators. Like how black nightshade gets mistaken for deadly nightshade, and Gen knowingly deceives people with that symbolism
Rabbits are also huge symbols for magic shows
And snakes (specifically one black and one white) are symbols of medicine too
Because reading z=209 is an angst fest - I rided it out with a few more angst. So be warned for those who haven't read the current chapter yet, this is peppered with bits of spoilers :>
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A hypothesis had been throwing itself around Gen's thoughts the moment he's heard that the only exisiting and well-functioning medusa was the sole survivor in treasure island arc. The whole team was clinched for time, it was solely logical that crafting for a return cruise had been far-fetched but it wasn't quite clear to him until Senku had announced it. A moment like this paralleled back to when Senku had them running around crafting the phones - opting to leave the detail that they'd have to make two for various reasons. Back then, it had been easier to foretell that it was omitted on purpose, but this time, the shock was blinding it almost took Gen's breath for a couple seconds. He wasn't alone though. Everyone is just as surprised as him and it was only reasonable.
Gen doesn't miss the way Senku's eyes met his for a fraction of a second, an unreadable emotion crosses that was gone just as fast Gen had seen it. Sleights of the hand were his mastered skill and thinly veiled emotions of people were his to puppet but this tugged an uncertainty in him that twisted his insides to an aching degree.
No one misses the grim tone lingering, nor the shadow creeping up under his eyes under the heavy weight of it all. All was far too much tense, but what Senku says, it goes unquestioned.
For the longest time, Gen had always thought subconsciously that there'd be place for him at the rocket ship to be sent up there. During these countless insomnia fested nights, he'd clamor for excuses because its the most unthinkable to be doing in a stone age. He was quite apprehensive with the tour towards treasure island, made no facade to hide the doubts for fears and even during the wild-goose chase with Stanley.
Somehow, now more than ever, with medusa and the rocket as a one-way ticket and Senku leaving for the moon, the crippling pain slowly administers itself into his bloodstream.
The swell starts off mellow, Gen having found himself rethinking the course of action they'd take throughout their stay in Australia. Ultimately, his thoughts circle back to the earlier discussion broken to them without prompt and his hands fists the cotton covers Yuzuriha had delivered from corn city.
Gen cannot seem to find comfort in the luxury of cotton covers. It was all he wished for, complained for weeks on end because the thin animal hides were much too brash on his sensitive skin. He wishes he'd been sitting in his bunk bed and were able to simply make a rant about wanting a lotion next - but none of them stayed in his mind as much as Senku leaving does.
So when Senku enters his room and doesn't meet his gaze - the swell has gone from mellow aches to a clenching pain.
"One-way trip, huh." It wasn't a question. Simply a statement of fact that Gen wanted to reiterate because it still seems surreal and the only thing keeping him grounded was the lingering voices of his conscience. They were quite incessant, even as Senku drags a wooden chair to in front him with their knees touching. Must have been on purpose, Gen thinks as he still fists the cloths tighter.
"It's the most efficient way, mentalist. Ryusui had caught up quick on the catch and I know you wouldn't lag behind him."
And when Senku meets his stares, Gen averts his.
"Yeah," he chuckles, bitterly and forlornly "of course, it had been my hypothesis for quite a while now. Just hadn't thought it was this... demanding."
There's a beat of silence, and Gen wishes things were more simple again. Although nothing ever really was when it comes to saving seven billion people.
Gen just wants to be back at the observatory.
Wants to be back at the laboratory in the village and tinkering around for glass parts and tungsten toothpaste.
Gen just... doesn't want Senku to leave him - here, in earth, surrounded by people but feeling so solmenly, irreverently, and miserably alone.
But he knows, and cannot wish for Senku to stay.
The cotton fisted on his hands were now crumpled, luxury be damned and keeping composures be fucked.
Gen wishes he'd come up with clever excuses to come with Senku instead.
He was too lost on his thoughts, the silence of the room unstretched and stopped just a line's hair within his noisy mind that made all these angry static noises. The waves crashsd against the anchored Perseus and it rocks lightly, and Senku's palms were warm on Gen's cheeks. The rough pads of his thumb swipes the tears away, futile as they kept flowing down silently Gen's face and really, there's nothing they could do about it.
"You're leaving." Gen says, again, a statement.
"Yeah."
"I see."
Gen leaves a lot of things unsaid, because just as Senku brushing his tears away was futile, so would be Gen's attempt to persuading him to stay.
So he leans his head on Senku's shoulders, hides his tear-stricken face on the neck of the scientist as he witheld sobs from escaping his thin lips.
"I can't tell you now, can I?" Gen laughs wetly, words thick and his heart constricting painfully as Senku wraps his arms on Gen's shoulders. He doesn't even try to hide the tremors now.
"Yeah."
So Gen doesn't tell Senku anything.
Doesn't tell him not to leave.
Doesn't tell him he doesn't want to be left alone.
Doesn't tell him he's going to miss him.
Doesn't tell him how much his bones have ached to tell him that he loves him.
There's so much more that Gen doesn't tell that his frustrated tears could only let out, so with clenched teeth and his hands now fisting Senku's cape instead, Gen sobs wrecklessly into the neck of the person that could have been his everything.
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So yeah, here's an angst I guess 😂😭
This was written in a haste and like in the adrenaline of too much sadness chapter 209 holds so this is kind of all over the place. I even wrecked my sleep just for this and I have classes 🥲🥲🥲
The storyboard looked like this. The next comic bled through the page. I honestly didn’t look at the storyboard a lot while drawing or else I wouldn’t have forgotten the little flowers around Gen when he called Senkuu over
Takes place during the Stone Wars. I switched to chibi style during the sketch because my normal style didn’t look right. Gave them winter gear because if they’re gonna be cute they might as well be fluffy too
I dont really like how dark the black is. I should use grey next time. I couldn’t find time to edit it to lower the contrast in a way I liked
I do this with my family, and I’m part of the small fraction who can do it effectively every time. Except when I do it, I push and slide my chest up their back to crack in a line instead of just hugging. That’s what Gen’s doing here too, which will make a lot of successive pops instead of one loud overlapping pop.
This is a joke but seriously? Ask before cracking someone’s bones. One time in high school a classmate told me they could crack their third knuckles and I, a fool, told them plainly “oh haha I don’t think mine do that” “sure they do! Here!” And they grabbed my hand and twisted my fingers backwards. They didn’t crack. It was painful. Don’t do that.
Another slightly spicy one because I love the notion of Senku being such a virgin in everything intimate and Gen initiates these things teasingly 😚
Vague setting but a modern hs!au. Maybe in the lab? 😏
~Kiss Me~
The senior hovers over him - and it's almost painful how the knots in his throat tightens and the butterflies in his stomach explodes in crippling anticipation -
But he feels nothing. In the darkness of his closed eyes - Senku hears Gen giggling and feels no lips against his.
He lies to himself that it doesn't make his heart flip pleasantly.
The giggles escalate into chuckles and laughter when Senku opens his eyes, warily aware of the pout on his lips and the boyish blush spreading over his cheeks because of course, Gen would tease him for being such a virgin boy.
"You're so cute, Senku." The senior sputters amidst giggles and Senku tries not to be taken away with Gen's smile that looks more genuine than ever.
"Asshole," he whispers, his blush now reaching his ears and neck as Gen pulls down back to lower the distance once more, the curls of lips and eyes playful as ever.
"Am I now?"
"Yeah."
"So impatient, dear." Gen purrs, low and soft and Senku feels the surface beneath his ass colder and cover a whole more of his back - being literally pressed onto the table as Gen closes the distance between their chests and forehead - but not their lips. The sun graces Gen's face in a good halo, and desperately tries not to choke with how dry his lips became.
His tongue darts to moisten his lips and not missing the way Gen eyes the little movement hungrily. All is lost in the sun's rays - Gen's playfulness toned to a lust and Senku more than willing to throw his self-preservation just to know how Gen tastes on his own lips.
It must have been so miserably obvious, because Gen let's his eyes now flutter close once more and Senku follows suit only to feel it press on the corner of his lips.
"Are you sure?" Gen asks, every deliverance of his word sending sparks and tingles like fire on Senku's face. How Gen makes it a point to let his moist lips touch Senku's corner lips with every word and his arms locked down on his junior scientist's side.
"Since forever, yeah."
"Okay."
Senku finds it weird- how this simple gesture was unenamouringly disgusting before and now when Gen finally, fucking finally fully kisses him on the lips, science suddenly doesn't hold a candle to this moment.
He revels in the soft feel of Gen on him, on the soft push and simple movement of a chaste kiss making him crumble into little atoms and only to be rebuilt fully human again when Gen angles the kiss a bit better.
Of course it makes him feel so alive, more than ever and damn his brain for making Senku think that this must be what it feels like to reach the stars with his lips - Gen descending down the heavens for him, readily accessible and so, so much more better feeling than looking.
Breath knocked out of his lungs, Gen gives way and let's him take a moment for everything to process but when his coal-red eyes met those ashen blue eyes, Senku throws the control out the window and surges for another kiss - hungrier and definitely more pushy than before. The carnal desire takes over him completely with his arms pulling Gen down by the neck and wanting to feel him impossibly closer and fuller and better.
"Open up, dear." Gen softly prompts, so Senku follows and opens up his lips only to feel Gen's tongue intrude his mouth that makes him moan, a rush of shiver sent down his spine and pulls Gen closer with his hold on the senior's hair. They couldn't have cared if their clothes were full of creases or hair tangled - Senku solely focused on the feeling of Gen's ticklish tongue playing with his as he steals a look on the senior.
"Pretty..." Senku mumbles amidst the messy kiss, Gen pulling away to meet his gaze. The string of saliva connecting their lips weren't wiped away and Senku burns this image into his memory - his own spit messy on Gen's lips that was inevitably swollen and plump.
"Not bad for your first, Senku-chan." Gen says, smiling and leaning his forehead back on Senku's.
"Might be better with a few more experiments."
"Just kiss me again, you dumb scientist."
Senku pretends that that didn't make him feel things as he kisses Gen again - and he swears he could do this the whole time and not get tired of it.
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If it wasn't obvious enough - writing endings are challenging for me 😩 almost on the same level of writing dialogues. Maybe I'll write an outright explicit stuff when I get more thick-faced and knowledgeable 🤣
Gen comes home with sore limbs and overly-fatigued social battery. Irrevocably and arguably most tiring, and this is how the entertainment industry leaves him most days - craving for the comfort of his warm weighted blankets and fluffed up pillow.
So when he staggers from entrance to bedroom of a shared flat with his roommate, the soft padding footsteps of another person immediately makes Gen feel so much, much more comfortable and tired. Good type of tired.
Gen wants to sink into his roommate arms but he guesses Senku must have been up still from another project - an excuse that Gen has long figured out because the coal-eyed boy probably just wants him to come home to someone awake. He doesn't bring it up ever, simply accepts the reasoning in fear of pushing the ever-welcome sentiment Senku so rarely gives. It's got him feeling butterflies, a soft tug on his heartstrings and by the time he's completely settled into it - Gen doesn't have the heart to stop it. Let's it be a little routine he would look forward to even if the world tires him.
So Senku stays up - Gen comes home to him and he couldn't have wished for a better flatmate.
He wishes for a bit more - maybe for Senku's arm to be his home but that's a bit of a stretch so he shoves the thought away the same time Gen's falling face down on his inviting bed. Senku being his roommate is enough - he thinks but doesn't even bother to take off his makeup and outside clothes.
"Welcome home." Senku greets, in tow and facing Gen from their shared bedroom's doorway. The latter simply replies in a soft hum, too tired to speak and the warmth that spreads in his chest making him fall faster into the world of slumber.
"You still haven't changed your clothes." The voice is closer now, softer and probably just beside his bed but Gen still makes no move to clean up after himself. He's too tired and Senku's voice was the only presence keeping him grounded to consciousness.
A few beats of silence and Gen was almost slipping until he feels a pair of arm turning him over. He lets it be.
"Such a baby." Senku grumbles, and Gen chuckles hoarsely. Tired, still too tired so he doesn't open his eyes but let's Senku have his way. The boy calmly and tenderly guides him to change his hoodie into a more comfortable crisp shirt and still being awfully compliant when his pants also get unzipped and changed into clean boxer shorts.
Gen wouldn't overthink this for tonight - let's it be a problem for his future self to keel over. Eyes still closed, he lets a low rumble escape from his throat, too incomprehensible to mutter out a thank you. Senku seems to understand anyway, and chuckles quietly in reponse.
"I'll remove your make up now okay? Then you can finally sleep, you big baby."
Gen slips for a few moments until he feels himself being pulled into someone's lap. Then there's a dab of soft, wet, warm cotton on his face. Senku was awfully gentle and even in the verge of being pulled to sleep, Gen feels a fan of breath spread over his face. He takes a peek with one eye, and in the haziness sees Senku's face inches away, his eyes glints of something akin to tenderness.
Tonight has been nothing but quiet, and soft and even Senku who is usually abrasive was uncharacterstically careful with him.
Senku didn't falter, continues even with Gen's now more profound awareness coming into play and his ashen blue eyes now watching the boy above him with great wonder. Senku dabs on his cheeks to smudge the blush, and then on one eye as he hushes a gentle let me get this one- and Gen complies by closing his eyes temporarily and soaks in the feeling of being cared for. He settles in deeper into Senku's lap when the scientist have finished removing his eyeshadows and eyeliner.
Few rustles of plastic and a brand new cotton on hand, Senku moves on to remove the lipgloss on Gen's lips - gentle, soft caresses of warm cotton slowly removing the layer of glittered gloss and it goes on for a few seconds. Gen hums every now and then - almost purring and Senku doesn't tease him for it, simply lets it and only scoffs.
When he's done, Gen feels Senku turn to dispose the cotton but makes no move to get Gen off his lap. Gen simply watches him throw the used cotton balls by the table down his bedside trashcan, simply marvels and savors the moment when Senku looks back down on him in what he deems the loveliest the boy could ever be.
"You can sleep now." Senku says, whispers and Gen wants to giggle with how ethereal his drawl sounds like in the quietness of their room - but still being tired, he only hums again and eyes fluttering close to bury his nose deep into his roommates thigh.
He almost wants to protest when he feels himself being partially lifted off Senku's lap, only to be more content when he finds himself being pressed against the boy's chest and he smells pleasant, feels so, so warm as his arms pull Gen closer.
Gen still doesn't think too much of it when they are sharing one bed, makes it a point to embrace his roommate back and to snuggle closer.
"Good night, Gen." It was the last words he hear before finally, finally succumbing into sleep, and of arms the he most certainly would call home.
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College is reallyyy tiring -so I am pretty sure I projected my tiredness on Gen a bit. I really wanted to be comforted so I did this sufficiently self-indulgent fic that is hastily written 😳 also because SenGen is such a comfort to me 💖
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