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a lil ranpo moment that turned into a cross between headcannon and loosely written idea dump
edogawa ranpo is not a romantic person
he’s genius, solving the coldest of cases with just the tiniest of clues
he’s selfish, taking the last donut even after eating over half of the sweet treats
he’s assertive, voicing his opinion and making sure what he has to say gets heard
however
edogawa ranpo is also yours
yours to ask about any problem you may need help solving
yours to tease when a stray sprinkle makes its way onto his stuffed-full cheeks
yours to remind that other people have voices too, especially when he dominates conversation
and in the same vein
you are just as much his
his to advise against eating the chicken that definitely hasn't been completely cooked
his to request from another chocolate chip cookie from the batch you had just baked
his to advocate for whenever you feel like the world isn’t listening to what you have to say
but his new favorite?
his to say “i love you” right before hanging up every phone call
he knows how much it catches you by surprise
he knows how it makes your lips turn up into a smile
he knows how it eases your spirit even after the longest of days
episode 11 of season 3 had me feeling some sort of way
It’s nighttime.
Clouds scatter throughout the sky and the waters of the Sapphire Cave sway ever so slowly, reflecting the slight glow of the moon.
Between the sounds of gentle waves and ambient wildlife is Soyuz’s sleepy snoring, Suika’s soft breathing, and Gen’s occasional rustling underneath his blanket.
All your companions have found sleep, all except one.
His back is turned towards you, frame leaned slightly forward towards the cave’s entrance. Though Senku is known to have all the answers, navigating through all the steps required to bring back humanity with scientific ease, his presence by the ocean’s waves whispers a different tale. The weight of his responsibilities seems to be that much more pronounced tonight, highlighted by the faint illumination of the moonlight and the just barely audible breath of a sigh that escapes his downturned lips.
This Senku is one that not many people have witnessed before, and understandably so.
Yet after today’s delivery of golden dust and the discovery of just how much platinum Byakuya had been able to collect for his son, you’re not exactly surprised to see him in such a contemplative and vulnerable state.
But at the same time, you definitely are not deluded enough to think that he is so lost in his thoughts to be unaware of your curiously observing presence. Senku always has a hyperawareness of his surroundings, scientific-brain constantly analyzing the world, and tonight is no different.
While he rarely is one to admit it aloud, as his partner, you know just how much he trusts you and feels comfortable in your company. And as his partner, you have also come to learn what he needs, even without any sort of prompting.
Gingerly, you rise up from your makeshift bed, blankets pooling to the cave floor in a discarded pile as you slowly make your way over to the entrance overlooking the ocean. You try to be as quiet as possible, mindful of your sleeping companions, and eventually make your way over to where Senku sits.
He acknowledges your presence with the tiniest of nods and shifts over to make room for you to sit down by his side. You smile at the small gesture, yet you can feel your heartstrings pulling at the sight of him, eyes a deep crimson and absolutely swimming in a rare moment of unbridled emotion. You’re not entirely sure if he’s aware of just how much his personal feelings are bleeding through, but you keep your mouth closed and curiosity to yourself.
Leaning over, you touch your cheek gently against his, aware of the temperature contrast between your blanket-warmed skin and the sea-salt breezed cheek of his. With the lightest of touches you give him a loving kiss, hoping to convey a sense of not only comfort but unconditional support, ready to be there with him throughout it all no matter what the cost.
Senku doesn’t say anything in response, but the way you feel his cheek rise up in a smile is the sweetest response, warming your heart and soul more than any modern invention ever could.
If there was one thing that never failed Ranpo, other than his Ultra Deduction, of course, it was his sense of taste. No matter what the food or what the snack, Ranpo was always able to discern the subtleties of each and every flavor profile present.
So when you switched over to flavored lip balms, he most definitely noticed.
Even though he never said anything.
But you knew.
And of course he knew that you knew too.
Because nothing could hide from his Ultra Deduction.
With that being the case, what was as simple as lip balm flavors developed into a whole new mode of non-verbal communication between the two of you.
Ranpo would describe your everyday flavor as a simple vanilla- something nice and light as you went about your day-to-day business, kisses tasting like complete normality and innocence.
When you wanted to change it up a bit, you chose a bright strawberry, adding a dash of lighthearted fun into your day. If you tasted like fresh berry, Ranpo knew you were in a good mood, open to spontaneity and adventure as you approached the world with an optimistic outlook.
Where strawberry kisses brought a smile onto Ranpo’s face, the sharp taste of spearmint left him with a scrunched up nose and the clear message that you wanted space. While his Ultra Deduction would always tell him when and why you would want to be left completely alone, the sting of concentrated mint he would catch as you turned your head away from his kisses was always another solid, more concrete sign.
If someone were to ask Ranpo which his favorite flavor would be, however, he’d shake his head in disappointment at your lack of simple understanding.
How could the answer be anything ELSE?
Wasn’t it absolutely obvious?
He would never admit it though.
How his absolute favorite was your natural flavor, the taste of your bare lips as they brushed against his own. How obviously invigorating those early morning smooches felt, and how utterly intoxicating those late evening kisses reigned.
Nothing could beat the taste of pure you, and Ranpo would be damned if your cherished kisses didn’t feel like coming home.
guess who finally got internet on their computer again smh
i spend at least like 50 hours at work every week so sorry for the sporadic updates but i really do want to be on here and trying to write more often!
but back to business!
currently working on:
->prompt #3 for chuuya
->reading and taking notes on the "fifteen" light novel
looking ahead:
->finishing the rest of the 2-22 prompts by the end of june
->please don't be shy with requests and/or repeat characters!
->starting a new series when i finally get my hands on "stormbringer"(???)
If there is one thing that you dislike about showering before bed, it’s that you never seem to be able to stay awake long enough for your hair to dry completely.
No matter how hard you may try to stay up, the next thing you know, above the Yokohama skyline the sun is up and shining while you’re underneath warm blankets with hair splayed out with weird waves and cowlicks all over the place.
Having to fix each out-of-place hair is always a hassle, especially when doing the ones on the back of your head that you can’t properly see or reach.
Just as you’re about to start the pesky hairs that lay against your nape, you make eye contact with your boyfriend Chuuya through the large bathroom mirror as he moves to enter the bathroom to start his morning routine.
“I see that bed-head strikes again,” he comments in a teasing tone, lightly wrapping a particularly stubborn lock of hair around his finger. You lean towards his touch slightly, while sticking out your tongue in playful protest.
Though he rolls his eyes at your childish antics, you’d be blind to miss the loving smile that makes its way onto his lips as he casually holds a hand out for you to place the hair straightener in.
Hey! I saw your event and wanted to request 10 + Akutagawa perhaps? Thank you and have a good day :)
“Can I kiss you?”
While that simple phrase would have most blushing, cheeks flushed a lively pink, those four words strung together in that particular order made you suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Quickly, you did a mental recap of anyone Akutagawa could have been in contact with. You knew that the Boss had requested his presence in a meeting, and if the hushed gossip mumbled by the underlings were to be trusted, there was a high chance that a certain ex-Port Mafia Executive was also in attendance.
You wouldn’t put it past that sly excuse of a human being to come up with a plan that exploited not only the long-standing (and misplaced) devotion of your lone-wolf colleague, but also the feelings you may or may not have drunkenly exposed to the bandaged man way back in the day.
Since then, you’ve learned your lesson about pacing sips and eating enough beforehand.
The way that Akutagawa awaits your response, absolutely void of any emotion would have made you laugh if that loaded question was asked to anyone else, but you were too skeptical to entertain the thought of locking lips just for the sake of it, even if it was for some kind of mission.
There’s just no other explanation for why your anti-romantic colleague would utter those specific words to you.
4. “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways” - with ranpo? <3 take care! :D
When the sound of faint knocking makes its way through the Agency-issued apartment, Ranpo doesn’t stir.
At all.
When the knocking persists, volume increasing with the short staccato, Ranpo turns over.
Covers his head with pillows.
When the knocking stops and there’s a substantial pause before one last tap of hesitant knuckles against dark oak wood, Ranpo audibly groans.
There’s no choice but to get out of bed, so begrudgingly, he throws on his cape and steps into his slippers.
He already knows exactly what he’ll be met with the moment that he opens up the door, and he dreads seeing you in such a state.
You, worn down by the endless nightmares that plague your sleep each time you try to close your eyes.
You, seeking any kind of human interaction rather than subjecting yourself to another sleepless night.
“Ranpo, hi, I-” you start, about to offer an apology for disturbing the detective at 3:33 in the morning.
He stops you mid-sentence and you’re greeted to the rare sight of Ranpo’s eyes, their usual shining emerald darkened down to resemble the shady pines of his hometown. His stare lasts for half a second, a visual confirmation of each and every one of his deductions.
Nonetheless, he welcomes you in warmly with a cheeky grin.
“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyways!”
thanks so much for the request and take care as well! <3
a/n: this is pretty self-indulgent because I miss him. Senku, my beloved scientist.
tagging: only tagging bestie, @arlertslove because they constantly fill my dr. stone indulgence
It was a clear night in Ishigami village, small twinkling lights littered the sky like diamonds against a black slate. A small breeze brushed through the trees and waved the flag of science that sat atop Chrome’s hut. Senku was busy fiddling with the glass beakers measuring out the components of the revival fluid. 70% alcohol and 30% of nitric acid- which was converted from an ammonia solution and sodium hydroxide. This created an ammonia gas when boiled down, and then was filtered through platinum to create nitric oxide, which he boiled and filtered down again to create the final goal of nitric dioxide.
ok i just want to say that i read your 'idea dump' and all i can say is YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG OGMGGHOF THOSE IDEAS JUST GOT ME A DAILY DAYDREAMING CONTENT OMG HWLP
awwww thanks! 🤍
my brain has no problem coming up with ideas, but actually writing them out…? lol i wish
Can you do dr stone angst?? preferrably senku x reader and the reader experiencing one-sided/unrequited love 🏃🏃 pls no happy ending i need to suffer 🏃🏃🏃 [though if you do know how to write a hanahaki au, pls do that instead] 🏃🏃🏃
"What a silly way to die. Death by flowers. That’s what you thought when you first heard of the illness. There’s no way such a thing could exist."
~ Hi anon! Thank you so much for your request! Im not very familiar with the hanahaki trope but i wanted to give it a shot - i hope it’s okay! Hopefully none of the characters are too ooc </3
P.s., yellow tulips represent one-sided love in japanese :)
warnings: death, vomiting (flowers), talk of sickness, blood, some swearing. there are no manga spoilers :)
words: over 3k holy this is long
Constructive feedback is always welcome! I’m always looking to improve!
Requests are open! (check my pinned post!)
The Hanahaki disease was vaguely mentioned in one of the 100 tales. A woman, in love with a man who didn’t love her back, had suffocated on yellow tulips that she apparently could not stop throwing up. Nobody knew much else about the mysterious illness- no origins were stated, no cure, and there was no record of any villagers in Ishigami Village ever having experienced such a thing. Maybe it was a metaphor?
‘What a silly way to die. Death by flowers. That’s what you thought when you first heard of the illness. There’s no way such a thing could exist.
But if Chrome has his sorcery, then maybe it wasn’t so improbable. Who knows how much Ishigami Village has yet to discover, and the 100 tales are how we know so much already.’
When Ruri first fell ill, some speculated she had the Hanahaki disease. Since they were young, people had always known that Chrome and Ruri shared a strong bond- perhaps Ruri’s feelings were strong enough to make her sick. However, as time went on, Ruri never once coughed up flowers or flower petals, so the idea was eliminated.
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But Ruri was still ill, and nobody knew how to cure her for good. No one was certain that the hot spring water Kohaku brought for baths had healing properties, and nobody even knew what it was that was ailing her.
That was until one day, Kohaku told you about how she had brought a stranger back home to the village with the hot spring water for her older sister. Her ponytail was tied differently and she was late to retrieve the water, which was very unlike her. Just who exactly was this stranger, and what were their intentions? If Kohaku trusts them enough to bring them back to the village however, you had thought to yourself, maybe they weren’t all that dangerous.
The stranger was a boy your age who introduced himself as Senku, and you eyed him with a raised brow. Chrome stood not too far behind him, running his mouth about some minerals he had in his shed, but not in the arrogant way he usually did. It was a surprise to see how outgoing your friend was with a foreigner. Chrome and Kohaku explained to you that Senku was a sorcerer- sorry, scientist- able to cure Ruri of her sickness, and upon hearing this, you were excited but reluctant to trust him.
You wanted to be cold at first. Unattached, uneasy to sway, but my god did Senku make it difficult. Even when he was an asshole sometimes, you couldn’t help but hook on to his every word, enthralled with everything he had to say and offer. You’d observe him in the midst of an experiment with curiosity and stare in amazement over the incredible results he was able to produce. It seemed supernatural to you.
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It didn’t take you long to get hooked and become a part of the Kingdom of Science, aiding your friends in creating the panacea that would help Ruri beat her sickness. After working hard to create magnets with iron and gain some help from the villagers and outsider, Gen Asagiri, it was time for the final test, with Kinro and Ginro helping to generate the electricity you worked so hard to create. You were on the roof of the shed with Senku and Chrome, waiting in anticipation for what Senku was about to do.
“Y/N, does the night scare you?” Senku asked you gently as he concentrated his eyes on the bamboo fiber in front of him with a small frown.
“Huh? Well…sure. Everything gets all dark.” You replied, studying his face. “Why do you ask?”
“Back in my day, there was no darkness. With old man Edison’s incandescent light bulb, humanity beat back the night, conquering all twenty four hours of the day. Through the power of science, mankind defeated the darkness, and now we’re gonna do it again.” Your eyes trailed down to watch Senku bring the wires closer to the ends of the fiber. “For the first time in 3700 years, the flame of science will burn.”
The ends met, and a brilliant white light formed and illuminated your faces. You stared in awe of the artificial light, amazed by how Senku was able to make such a thing happen. You realized how loud your heart was pounding, partly because of the incredible power of science and the excitement you felt over this invention and the progress you were making with the Kingdom of Science, but mostly because of the slow smile that spread across Senku’s face, that determined glint in his eye dancing in the warm light. His smile widened when he met your eyes, and the world around you seemed to grow quiet.
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Multiple windows of opportunity opened as you continued to work hard gathering materials and gain allies. It was only after Senku won the grand bout that your feelings kept nagging at you.
Sitting around a fire with your friends at Senku’s celebration party, you tuned out the conversation and let your mind drift to the scientist.
You felt a strong sense of pride knowing Senku and how far he’s come in such a short amount of time, starting off as merely a stranger you and many others were weary of, to becoming a leader. Your heart raced every time you watched him fall again in love with his passion, and you found yourself wanting to be near him always. To indulge in what he does, to know of every crazy concept he lived out 3700 years ago. And then you realized what was happening and started thinking very fast.
Without realizing it, you had slowly been falling in love with Senku. With his mind, his passion and persistence, his wit and cunningness. With him. And with every new hurdle you cleared with the Kingdom of Science, with every thrilling experiment and change you underwent, you fell further.
But you knew how Senku was. Romance didn’t interest him in the slightest- in fact, he was actually disgusted by the idea of being romantically involved with someone. So how the hell were you to go about this?
He was never going to return your feelings, and you had no idea if your feelings would fade. You would never be involved with Senku in the way that you wanted to be and you were horrified at the idea of him finding out about your feelings and being repulsed by you, terrified of losing the friendship you had with him. Right in the midst of your panic, you felt your chest tighten and you started coughing uncontrollably, covering your mouth with your hand. You and the others were taken aback, and you did everything you could to seize your fit.
“Y/N! Are you okay?!” Kohaku cried out and put a hand on your shoulder, while the others around you stared in concern.
“I’m…fine…” you coughed out, taking sharp inhales and moving your hands away from your face, balling them up into fists. “Something just got caught…in my throat…”
“You sure you're okay?”
“Yup…! No worries!” You straightened up and gave your friend a tight-lipped smile as she reluctantly brought her hand away from you. I need to pull myself together. Senku is outrageously observant. You were grateful that he hadn’t yet joined the party and noticed the yellow flower petal you tucked away into your pocket.
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After Ruri was healed and Senku became chief, the Kingdom of Science’s top priority was defeating the Tsukasa Empire, and there was no time to waste.
Only ten minutes after your incident, Senku had returned to the village and Gen revealed that Tsukasa was planning to strike. Everything moved quickly from there. After Hyoga and Homura’s attack on the village, the citizens were working to rebuild what was lost as well as create an invention that would give the Kingdom of Science the upper hand against the Tsukasa Empire. Senku revealed that the next painstaking project would be to create something called a cellphone, a device that allows you to communicate with others over long distances. You and everyone else could hardly wrap your minds around such a thing (including the modern-timer, Gen, but for different reasons). This is the kind of technology Senku’s people possessed? Was such a thing really possible?
And Senku smiled his signature smile with that determined glint in his eye, and you were reminded that this was Senku we’re talking about. With his brilliance and resilience and the help of the villagers, he could absolutely pull something like that off. Your heart raced as his eyes met yours, and he nodded in sincerity upon seeing the skeptic look on your face. A cell phone huh.
During the project, your condition didn’t get any better. The pains in your chest were slowly intensifying and you couldn’t stop throwing up flower petals. It started with one or two once or twice a day, and over time increased to four or five petals up to three times a day. Luckily, you were able to sense the petals rising painfully up your throat, and it gave you enough time to make a hurried excuse to get away from the others before being thrown into a full blown fit.
There was no chance in hell you were going to tell anyone about the disease. It was your fault for being so emotional, especially during such a busy period. Nobody had the time to look out for you and worry, you could make it through this on your own.
But you found that the heartache you felt over Senku only grew with time. Unfortunately, your feelings didn’t fade in the slightest, but only grew stronger and stronger. I mean how could they not? Watching him sprawled over blueprints with a slight pout, listening to him ramble about the science behind this and that- it was all so endearing. You wanted so desperately to tell him how you felt and to have your feelings returned, but that wasn’t an option. You could never be intimate in the way you wanted to be with Senku.
You were painfully reminded of this on days where Senku was a bit more reserved than usual. When he would retreat into the observatory or the lab for hours, or when he seemed particularly more serious about the mission, avoiding making jokes and keeping conversation outside of the cell phone to a minimum. You felt like you were straying away from him, and on these days, your condition worsened and was more difficult to hide.
Soft touches you initiated had him feigning ignorance, moving away from you and continuing his work. Questions you asked about himself were quickly shut down and maneuvered to more science talk, and you'd retreat from him after failing to be further let into his heart throwing up more and more pretty yellow petals.
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After months of hard work, the cell phones (yes, phone(s). Can you believe Senku didn’t tell anyone that TWO were needed?) were complete. A plan was formed to send Gen, Chrome and Magma to hand off one of the phones to Taiju and Yuzuriha, Senku’s modern day friends who were spying within the Tsukasa Empire, and get them to convince other members to join the Kingdom of Science by telling an elaborate lie.
It was the evening prior to Gen, Chrome and Magma’s departure. Everyone was asleep except for you, who sat under a tree staring up at the stars, coughing up more petals here and there. The hanahaki disease didn’t make it easy to sleep and on a good night, you’d only wake up once. You collected every flower petal you threw up and kept them all in small, secret pouches you had sewn into your clothing. You were miserable. Nothing you tried was helping cure this illness that, only a year ago, you were certain was fictional. You knew nothing about the sickness either- you were working with barely anything.
The only cure you could think of was the most straightforward one- your romantic feelings needed to be returned. The illness seemed to be connected to one-sided love, so surely if Senku returned your feelings, you would be cured, right?
But that was never going to happen. Senku hasn’t once expressed any romantic interest in you or anyone else. And if you were to tell him that the only way you could avoid death was by having your feelings returned, that’d put a massive weight on him. You couldn’t do that. You couldn’t let Senku feel like he had killed you.
You coughed again, this time a little more violently, and covered your mouth. God, you hated this.
“You sure do have quite the asty-nay cough there.” A voice sang and cut through the still air.
You quickly put your hands down and turned your head toward the owner. Only a distance away from you was the mentalist, a small smile dancing on his face as he approached you and took a seat at the foot of the tree beside you.
“I guess it is still quite chilly. Not spring just yet.”
“What are you doing out here?”
Gen chuckled and craned his neck to look at you. “Couldn’t sleep and decided to come out to get some fresh air. I have quite the role in this scheme, it’s stressful ya know?”
You rolled your eyes at his whining, continuing to gaze up at the stars.
“It must also be stressful covering up that dreadful hanahaki disease.”
Your eyes widened and you quickly whipped your head to look at him, but his gaze had left your face, now staring off into the same sky. Shit, I’m figured out. Do I play dumb?
“No point in trying to hide it from me, dear Y/N. I’ve been observing you. Your symptoms are all too familiar.” Gen sang again. Damn. It’s like he read my mind. And in a way he did. He is a mentalist after all. But how would he know of the hanahaki disease? It must’ve existed in his time.
“Yes, us modern-timers also dealt with hanahaki. Lots of lives were lost over it. It’s quite poetic, honestly. Death by flowers.” Gen commented in an airy tone. “The more pressing question is, how do you know of it? You didn’t recognize pneumonia but know of this?”
“It was briefly mentioned in one of the 100 tales. Nobody in the village had ever beared the sickness, so I assumed it wasn’t real. Well, that was until…”
The short light-heartedness of the conversation quickly faded away. Gen’s face was now hard, mouth formed into a frown, and you sighed.
“Of course you would’ve been the first to get suspicious.”
“You mean dear Senku hasn’t figured you out yet? That’s surprising, but you know better than anyone that our Senku is no idiot. He’ll find out soon enough. And what do you plan to do when he confronts you?”
“He won’t. I’ll cover it up so he has no need to get suspicious and investigate me.”
Gen shrugged his shoulders and an airy smile formed on his face yet again. “I’m sure you already figured out that to cure the hanahaki disease, your beloved needs to return your feelings. But this is Senku we’re talking about, so that seems highly unlikely.”
He even knew that Senku was the person you fell for. How obvious were you? Then again, Gen is a mentalist.
“There is…another way, but it’s impossible in this stone world. You could get surgery to remove the flowers from your lungs, but that’d mean losing the feelings you have for Senku. Even if you were willing to give that up, nobody could help with the operation, certainly not me.”
“So that’s it? I’m out of options?”
Gen’s smile was sour now, and he seemed to be reflecting on something, but his train of thought was interrupted when you started coughing again, not being quick enough to cover your mouth and doubling over to throw up more yellow tulip flower petals onto the grass. Gen stared in horror. You stared in horror.
“I don’t want you to worry about me, Gen. I’ll…I’ll figure something out. I refuse to die. I can’t die. I just can’t leave my friends with that grief and guilt. Plus, they’re busy preparing for the battle against the Tsukasa Empire. I can’t distract them from our goal. I feel horrible putting this on you but please don’t tell anyone.”
Gen stared at you, very obviously having some internal conflict in his head. But eventually he sighed again and his shoulders sagged. “Don’t die, dear Y/N, or else I’ll feel partly responsible.”
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Nothing was working.
You were convinced you’ve tried every healing method you could possibly think of. In the summer, you would take hot spring baths, in the winter, you wore layers. You forced yourself to eat and drink plenty (even though the disease gave you a lack of appetite), you trained on the daily (despite being tired), and you kept yourself busy. The coughing would seize for a little while though, and you found that better than being hunched over 24/7.
It had become increasingly more difficult to randomly leave and throw up flower petals though. Someone else will soon figure it out, but you couldn’t predict if that would be before or after the disease had claimed your life.
Gen helped cover for you and you appreciated it beyond belief, but now it was time for him to take on his task of delivering the cellphone to Taiju and Yuzuriha.
“Don’t start throwing up flowers while I’m gone, dear Y/N.” You also appreciated his lightheartedness throughout the whole thing. It was a bit easier to manage with the mentalist being able to cheer you up just a slight bit.
You were thankful that you and the others had Homura to focus on instead of just sitting and waiting around for the phone to be delivered the entire time, but you were also getting increasingly weaker. You definitely weren’t a prominent fighter however, so nobody was really looking to you for much assistance in the strength department. In lots of ways, things could've been worse.
Senku could’ve found out a lot faster, for example. But he didn’t, and you’ve been able to remain by his side.
In all honesty, you were scared when you first found out you had Hanahaki disease. When you coughed up that first flower petal, a million thoughts rushed into your head and you felt faint, both possibly from your coughing fit and your stress.
You were the only one to have ever endured the Hanahaki disease. Nobody else had ever experienced it, and you didn’t even believe it was real! So when you continued throwing up petals, you were sent spirialing. You were overthinking everything you knew, and while it may have been dramatic, you felt lost and scared. It made you think about your relationship with Senku as well. You feel guilty for accidentally putting this weight on him without his knowledge, for putting this weight on the entirety of Ishigami Village.
The sickness seemed to subside while working alongside Senku and Gen in convincing members of the Tsukasa Empire to join over to the Kingdom of Science, at least for a little while. You were close with Senku, and you didn’t need to grieve over anything for a little while. You could just focus on the present. You could just be content with the little nods of affirmation he'd give you accompanied with a small smile.
If all else fails in the end, you’ll be happy to just have known this incredible man.
The rest seems like a blur after getting Ukyo to join Senku. The Kingdom of Science was starting to prepare its infiltration of the miracle cave after Chrome had returned safe from his capture, and the battle was a haze. There were many close calls and many times you thought you wouldn’t be able to uphold the agreement that no blood would be shed. You were scared you were going to lose the people you love.
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But in the end, you reigned victorious. Tsukasa had teamed with Senku to take down Hyoga, and the rest of you had worked to capture Homura and tie the both of them up. As you were all making your way back to your base, you stopped to stare at the sun approaching the horizon.
“It’s hard to believe but finally...it’s over.”
A laugh you were all too familiar with. You turned around to see Senku climbing up to join you at your side. “Are you making a joke or what? That’s backwards. Right now, we’re finally getting started. We got all these people to work together with us, to build a real kingdom of science.”
You looked over at him in all his glory as the rising sun hit you both. Another chapter was beginning, another with Senku in it, another promised to be just as exciting and eventful as the last. Your heart soared.
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Senku is upset. Obviously he’s upset, he has to kill his dying friend. You had seen the more colder and distant parts of Senku before, but you had never imagined him being so emotional, so delicate. Your heart had wings just a while ago, now it was breaking again.
And it was around this time that everyone was coming together that you were entering the final stages of your sickness. Flowers. Flowers were blooming in your lungs, and it was now permanently difficult to breathe. It was insanely hard to disguise your wheeze and sharp inhales, not being able to explain to the people who love and care for you that you were slowly suffocating.
You knew you didn’t have much time left, and you were getting panicked. You didn’t have any time to think of other possible cures, and you don’t have the strength to pursue any projects. Were you seriously doomed?
“Maybe not, dear Y/N.” Gen. What did he mean by that? “I just so happened to find some leftover panacea while clearing out the lab,” and at that, your eyes widened as Gen held up a leaf with the drug. Of course. The cure all sulfa drug. How did you not think of this sooner?
“The thing is, I have no idea if this’ll work. I’ve never heard of a drug being able to cure hanahaki, hell It may even kill you immediately! But, if it’s meant to be a cure-all drug, why not give it a try?”
There was no time to waste. Gen immediately gave you the medicine to take, and you two waited anxiously to see what happened. A minute passed. Two. Five. Okay, so you weren’t dead- that was a good sign.
Hours passed, and you didnt cough up a single flower. By the end of the day, you had nothing to stuff your pockets with. You had never hugged anyone harder in your life.
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By morning the next day however, Gen found you in your tent limp and unmoving. His eyes widened at the scene in front of him and tears formed, rushing off to call for help and being forced to tell everyone about your condition. Tulips. Yellow tulips drenched in blood, some sticking to your face and arm, some on the ground.
The drug had gotten rid of your symptoms for a little while, but didn’t actually cure you. Neither you nor Gen were medical professionals in the slightest and had no idea how to go about using the antibiotic on the hanahaki disease. Maybe if you took it regularly, you would've lived. Maybe if you had taken it earlier. Maybe.
The feeling was bittersweet. In your last moments, you could see your life flash before your eyes, and you internally laughed at the cliche. You saw yourself grow up in the village, befriending Kohaku, Chrome, Ruri, Kaseki and Suika. You saw yourself hunched over Senku to watch him experiment with something, a smile on his face and your eyes wide with awe. You saw many memories with Senku, some of them being times where you felt like you had a chance. Times when you caught Senku staring at you, rare times where Senku showed a bit more vulnerability, and talked more openly about his past. He grew just like you did, and you did it together.
You hoped he would forgive you. You hoped everyone would, because in the end, you didn’t regret loving Senku Ishigami. Hopefully in the next life, you were able to start that next chapter with him.
If anyone were to ask, Bakugou would most definitely deny that those five simple words caused his brain to temporarily short-circuit.
There was just no way that he, the great Lord Explosion Murder, would fall for the same kind of mushy shit all those other extras would.
He was better than that.
But if you were to take a close look at his face, you would notice the way his brow twitched just a fraction at your simple request, the typically explosive expressions melting into something much more innocent.
Some days, you can’t help but wonder exactly what you were doing, working at the Armed Detective Agency of all places. You’re just a measly secretary, and one with no ability whatsoever at that. And eventually you deem yourself unnecessary in an Agency filled with spectacular individuals.
So when Dazai comes up to you as you wait for your resignation letter to finish printing, it catches you completely off guard. You’re used to being a wallflower at the Agency, an employee that everyone seems to always miss and look over in favor of something else more eye-catching or important.
“Dazai-san,” you greet cordially, trying to mask the surprise in your voice.
He stares at you for a moment, and although your letter is still face-down in the printer, you swear that Dazai knows each and every word written on the page. He nods his head in response to your greeting, passing by the printer and grabbing the sheet that lay on the top- your resignation. Dazai says nothing as he then strolls to the shredder, running the paper through the machine. His actions have you frozen in place in both shock and confusion, but before you can so much as even try to protest, he’s walking away, leaving you with words that your ears strain to pick up on.