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corazón de poeta — senku i.

about: senku has a poet's heart even though it doesn't look like it

expect: songfic, idk

note: originally wrote it on sp bc it makes more sense but still translated it to eng. i really like this song and it makes me think of senku lolz

“Senku, you have the heart of a poet,” I would have told you once.

I know that in that one trend from social media “Poet, Soldier, King”, someone once said you would say that it is all irrelevant and that the only thing you are is a scientist, but you are a king despite your own words. That you are a king because without someone asking you or imposing it upon you, you bore the immensely big responsibility of reviving civilization.

A soldier… you are not. Yes, laugh. You know so too.

I think that despite saying that you are a scientist yet being a king, deep inside your heart is a poet’s. 

Like Jeanette’s song from ‘81. The one that reminds me of you even if it doesn’t make any sense if we ignore one or two lines from the verse after the chorus. That is how I realized. “He is a friend and loyal lover of the stars.” Woah. Yes. Many see you as cold, but you have the heart of a poet, I know so because I have seen it and I know you. Having the heart of a poet is not easy. Because you love with madness and though maybe in the name of efficiency you don't do it, you have the capability of drowning in sadness. Of a big boy and man-child with that curiosity that is almost innocent and which overtakes like a landslide the frivolous ambitions that the majority seeks to exploit by pursuing science. 

You have the arrogance of the sun, and shine as much as the sun itself and yearn for the moon like in the old myths. And what gaze is more candid than one of red eyes?

“Did you write this for me?” as I assume a ghost appears, Senku entered the room, holding the paper where I had written that for him. Of course it was true and of course that I had met him that way and of course I liked that he was with his heart of a poet’s; but he didn’t need to know so. 

“I have never seen that piece of paper.”

“That’s unlikely. It's a sheet from that notebook you tear out pages from to write me letters.”

“I do not write you letters,” I reproached immediately even though it was a blatant and obvious lie. 

“Of course you don’t,” he played along. “I suppose the other Senku to whom a mysterious individual —who is not you— wrote this letter, is not me.” 

“Maybe there is another Senku out there in the big world,” I shrugged. “No one would say you have the heart of a poet.”

“Probably no one would say that, it is true,” he nodded and sat beside me. “But it is true. With the evidence it is impossible to deny that maybe I do have the heart of a poet. Even though this is about that other hypothetical Senku that is out there in the world.”

“Do you think your heart is a poet’s?” I asked, almost cutting his words short. 

“This is not about me, it’s about the other Senku,” he replied at the same speed. “I am not a poet, nor a king, nor a soldier, I am a scientist. The poet here is you.” 

“Oh no, no no, I am not a poet. I may have the heart of a poet but a poet I am not.”

“So you don’t have to be a poet to have a poet's heart. What a results we are obtaining from this hypothesis. I like it.” 

“Agh, you are unbearable!”

“Unbearable like I am, you like me.” 

“Unbearable like you are, I love you,” I corrected and though he elbowed me very softly, he smiled and folded what only was a draft of the letter I had been writing to him, giving it to me in such a sassy way that it was hard to deny if he had a poet’s heart, or a diva’s. 

In a world where no one knows who I am, and no one knows what’s on my heart, you walk beside me dreaming of beautiful things, following those dreams that I abandoned out of cowardice and still supporting me in the path I chose to keep living. In a world that doesn’t understand me and even like that wants me to disappear, you give me strength. 

I wanted to keep writing for him, but instead of continuing I simply stayed admiring him. 

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corazón de poeta — senku i.

resumen: senku tiene corazón de poeta... aunque parezca que no

que esperar: songfic, no se que mas

nota: lo escribí en español porque asi tiene mas sentido pero igual lo voy a traducir al ingles. esta canción me gusta mucho y me hace pensar en senku lolz

“Senku, tienes el corazón de un poeta,” te habría dicho alguna vez.

Se que en esa tendencia de las redes de Poet, Soldier, King, alguien alguna vez dijo que tu dirias que esas son patrañas y que tu lo que eres es un científico, pero que eras un rey a pesar de tus propias palabras. Que eras un rey porque sin que nadie te lo pidiera o te lo impusiera, asumiste la responsabilidad tan grandísima de restaurar la civilización. 

Un soldado no eres. Si, riete. Tú también lo sabes.

Yo digo que aunque digas que eres científico pero eres rey, por dentro, tienes el corazón de poeta.  

Como la canción de Jeanette del ‘81. La que me recuerda a ti aunque no tenga sentido si uno ignora una o dos versos de la estrofa que viene después del coro. Por eso me di cuenta. “ Es amigo y amante fiel de las estrellas.” Woah. Si. Muchos te ven como frío, pero tú tienes el corazón de poeta, lo sé porque yo lo he visto y te conozco. Tener el corazón de poeta no es fácil. Porque tu amas con delirio y aunque quizás por eficacia no lo hagas, si tienes la capacidad de hundirte en la tristeza. De niño grande y de hombre-niño con esa curiosidad casi inocente que rebasa como un alud de tierra las ambiciones frívolas que la mayoría busca excavar con la ciencia. 

Tienes la arrogancia del sol, y brillas tanto como el sol mismo y añoras a la luna como en los mitos antiguos. Y que mirada mas candida que una de ojos rojos.

—¿Tú me escribiste esto? —como asumo yo que aparece un espectro, Senku entró sosteniendo la hoja de papel en la que se me había ocurrido escribirle eso. Claro que era cierto y claro que así lo había conocido y así me gusta a mi que sea con su corazón de poeta; pero él no debía saberlo. 

—Yo nunca he visto ese pedazo de papel.

—Es improbable, es una hoja de ese cuaderno al que le arrancas hojas para escribirme cartas. 

—Yo no te escribo cartas —reproche de inmediato aunque fuera una mentira tan tajantemente falsa y obvia. 

—Claro que no —él pretendió seguirme el juego—. Supongo que el Senku al que un individuo misterioso, que no eres tú, le escribió esta carta, no soy yo. 

—Quizás haya algún otro Senku ahí afuera en el gran mundo —me encogí de hombros—. Nadie diría que tú tienes el corazón de poeta. 

—Probablemente nadie lo diría, es cierto —Senku asintió y se sentó a mi lado—. Pero es cierto. Ante la evidencia no se puede negar que quizás si tenga el corazón de poeta. Aunque claro, esto es sobre ese otro Senku hipotético de allá afuera en el mundo.

—¿Tu consideras que tienes el corazón de poeta? —le pregunté casi cortándole las palabras. 

—Esto no se trata de mi, es sobre el otro Senku —a la misma velocidad él contestó—. Yo no soy poeta, ni rey, ni soldado, soy científico. La poetisa aquí eres tú. 

—Ah, no no no, poeta yo no soy. Tendré corazón de poeta pero poeta no soy. 

—Entonces no hay que ser poeta para tener corazon de poeta, vaya resultados estamos sacando de esta hipótesis. Me gusta.

—¡Agh, eres insoportable!

—Asi insoportable me quieres —Senku dijo con su arrogancia natural. 

—Asi insoportable te amo —lo corregí y aunque me dio un codazo suavecito, sonrió y dobló de nuevo lo que era apenas un borrador de la carta que le estaba escribiendo, entregandomela de una manera tan descarada que era difícil negar que si tenia el corazon de poeta, o de diva mejor. 

En un mundo en el que nadie sabe quién soy y nadie sabe que hay en mi corazón, tu caminas junto a mi soñando cosas bellas, siguiendo esos sueños que yo abandoné por cobarde y de todas formas apoyándome en el camino que elegí para seguir viviendo. En un mundo que no me entiende y aun así quiere que desaparezca, tú me das alientos. 

Quise seguir escribiendole pero en vez de continuar me quede admirandolo. 

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more snaps of my very dr stone centric island. also i havent updated with the new pictures ive taken so these are missing some lore + rei my love

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some snaps of me playing tomodachi life: living the YUMESHIPPER dream

mii fell in love at first sight with him, asked him out with a soft serve and he said yes. ofc they started living together (w suika too) then boom a child. they love her sm im crine

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redraw of this really fun comic

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little au of reader being senku's oshi / yumeship :3

so i discovered the addiction of yumeship commissions lmoaoao. this is my favorite one so far; who's the insane one now? (not me, it's him!!!  reverse yumeship i love you so much)...  inspired by seeing senku with merch regardless of his stone worlds clothes

compared to the noise of the day, the stone world nights remain quiet; no one was working or rushing, everyone was asleep, mostly everyone.

senku was still up. his eyes were drilled onto the moon. it's nothing particular for him, for him whose first love was the moon. he is recounting his life back then. his mind was stuck ruminating on how things were in the past. the way his room was arranged, the things he used to watch, the games he would play.

he tried not to think of his dad, so he focused on other silly things.

he remembered something instead.

you.

never in the same reality as him.

because he is real. because you are fictional.

you're a character from a franchise. you're like doraemon or momotaro, not real.

it's quite funny that he ended up being one of those crazy fans. it started because your franchise did a collaboration with doraemon, and he happened to find a little stand of you and doraemon.

what was great doraemon doing with you? so he started digging. you liked doraemon —fiction within fiction is so lovely—, you liked science, you were so interesting. he watched the show, he played the games, and he slowly became a fan. first collecting just the doraemon collab, then indulging into buying merch where it was just you.

little keychains, can-badges, stands, figures, trading cards.

and not just that, people around him would gift him merch too.

he wasn't too obvious with his fanaticism. but people noticed.

so whenever he went, wherever he looked, you were there. because his keys had a keychain of you. his school bag had a little badge, his room had you sprouting wherever there was space. and if that wasn't enough, the algorithm of his phone knew all too well to feed him you. and if somehow he had no keys, no bag, no phone, and wasn't home, there would be some ad of the franchise of you winking directly to his heart.

he pinched the bridge of his nose. the chirping of nature and the rustling of leaves with the wind grounded him back to the life he was with. he sighed.

people would ask his type all the time. was it crazy that his answer would simply be you? someone like you, that's it. gosh, had the universe put you two together in the same reality, it would have been an unstoppable force. it didn't dawn on him until other characters had interactions with you that other fans would point as hinting at romance and him getting kinda jealous.

it wasn't like it gnawed at his mind to the point of misery. but it was nice to imagine it. him and you holding hands and sharing a milkshake and talking about science and worshipping doraemon.

before he could forget all together what you looked like —if that was even possible— he sketched a few drawings on paper, trying his best to remember your features. at what angle your eyelids raised and dropped. the arch of your lips. your nose. every strand of hair.

it wasn't much.

for the following days, he walked around with a photocard-size drawing of you in his pocket. whenever he had a chance, he looked at it. it almost encouraged him.

but then it fell out of his pocket.

and he was too ashamed to ask if anyone had seen it.

he promised he would draw another small portrait of you to carry around but he got busy.

and he didn't remember about it until yuzuriha knocked on his door.

"hey senku, i think i found this," she extended the drawing with one hand after senku opened the door.

"oh... how did you know it was mine?"

"it's the exact force you use for sketching with a pencil," she pointed out, technical. "taiju found it."

"taiju knows how i grip a pencil?"

"no, but he knows you like them," yuzuriha shrugged referring to you. "he wasn't sure though, so he asked me if i thought the drawing was yours."

"oh."

well, whatever.

senku received his sketch back, it was almost pristine. okay.

but yuzuriha didn't leave.

"i made you something," she said. the hand that was behind her back all the time suddenly came to the front, and she was holding a plushie of you, "figured you missed seeing them."

the smile that bloomed almost immediately gave it all away. he wanted to thank yuzuriha and fix all her problems, and grab the plushie and squeeze it in his arms so hard that maybe you'd become real. instead, he mumbled a half-hearted "you didn't have to."

yuzuriha knew though. of course she knew by then. she nodded and left.

she had probably based the plushie on the one he had on his room back then. the one byakuya had given him. he smiled and sat down with it, grabbing its soft hands and putting them up and down interchangeably. a big sigh left him.

at least he still had you. even if technically every other trace of your existence had also vanished, he kept you alive in his memory too, and he'd revive you too.

little extra but this is more self indulgent to my egl self: when they took the picture of senku after they first made cameras (the one where he is sticking his tongue out like the famous einstein pic) and they passed him an egl one-piece dress, that was yuzuriha trolling him with one of egl!reader fits / inspired fit. im sorry that two second scene of senku wearing egl not only lives rent free in my mind but is also very very important and dear to me

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what it means to have you — senku i.

about: its the small things that make him happy

expect: senku centric, short

Senku deemed relationships illogical, though he logically knew they made some sort of sense. 

As illogical as it was, he is still human and mortal, and he fell for you. 

Senku is a smart guy. The smartest. But there are things he has yet to discover. The secrets of life and the universe, but also simple things that in text are cringey and boring but in real life are wonderful. He knew so, he expected to discover cheesy jolly things when you started dating, but in his mind it followed some much more stupid rubrics. Kissing and hugging and physical touch and hearing lovely words and whatever people imagine when they think of dating. 

But the silent perks became too present when they started to fill his heart to the brim. 

He knows he likes you, but doesn't know to what extent. 

Finding a hair tie of yours or a bracelet or anything while cleaning gives him a dumb smile, and suddenly cleaning isn't as tedious. 

Life isn't as cold anymore. Before he started dating you, he never even realized life was cold. Loneliness does not exist even when you two aren't physically with each other. 

That one hoodie of his you were wearing the last time you came over still smells like you. He wears it to sleep until the smell fades. It stabilizes his nervous system. Even dumb things have their science. 

When you take naps together, his hands can't stay off you. Not in a sexual way. You are just so soft and plush and warm that he can't help but keep his hands on you as he falls asleep. 

He always has someone that listens to him, no matter if the rant goes for hours. Of course he had his friends before, but it is different when you are so engaged and interested and look at him as if he was the moon itself. 

All the things you do he cherishes. Whether it is paper stars, or little kisses pressed on paper and with a note on the back, or rock with googly eyes you gave him. Or a poem, a letter, a song, a drawing. Or if you help him organize his room after his latest project blew up in your faces. Or when you are laying on the sofa watching a movie and you are massaging his scalp or caressing his cheek. 

He likes feeling needed to. He likes that you are vulnerable enough with him to ask for his help. If it's help fixing something, or reaching a snack on the high shelf even if he is only a bit taller, if it's help with homework or understanding how it is that planes fly even when he has explained several times and you have said you understand but you always forget and it never really makes total sense. He doesn't want anything bad happening to you, but he is more than happy and ready to be there for you; a rough day at work, or a bad grade, or an argument with your family, or any remotely uncomfortable thing, he is always there to listen, always there to help in his own way. 

And of course he doesn't just yap forever. He always listens to you, on your deepest interests or the latest rabbit hole you went down to. He is always learning because you see things in such fascinating ways that sometimes it amazes him to rediscover life itself through your eyes. 

What it means to have you, for him, is to have the moon and stars. To be able to see the shine of your happiness in your eyes as bright as the celestial bodies in the sky makes him feel like he has already touched the moon. 

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p.s love you from the past — senku i.

about: someone barges into the room while you're waiting for senku

expect: idk crying prob, short, jk, little angst, SPOILERS for the end of the manga and science 4D, post canon

note: ive had this idea for actual ages and its so sweet ill die, today I was catching up with the episodes and broke down crying because dcst is going to end so im going to die lmaoao

The lab is a place you know very well. From the school lab, to the rustic lab of the stone world, to the chaos of the new modern world's lab. 

And you don't mind how chaotic it can get. Well sometimes she does. But you can't stay out of the lab for long. You want to know what is going on, even when she doesn't care. So you and Senku pick out a random room within the building for you to wait out her little tantrums. 

“I wonder if you’re going to mind the lab so much when you get older,” you whispered. “Oh, it will drive your dad insane! Worth a go?”

She didn't reply. Not because she didn't want to, but because so far she only got out babbly monosyllables. Still, she kicked her legs in the air as you held her. 

The doorknob began to twist as you held her closer to yourself, tickling her belly only to the point of small giggles because who doesn’t hate being defenseless and tickled. Your attention only split like one forth into the door, it’s probably Senku either way. 

“Anyone here?” the voice entering asked. A voice you didn’t recognize, at least not immediately, at least not at first. 

Before you could look up, the baby started screaming. You didn't really care much to look up right there and then, both admiring your daughter and trying to decipher if she was screaming for fun or if something was up. 

Your name got called. It wasn't Senku, that's clear. It wasn't a statement it wasn't calling you; it was a question, to see if it was you. You've heard that voice somewhere. You finally decided to look up, holding your daughter closer to you. 

Standing by the door, a little confused, wearing clothes worthy of the stone world —like back when it was the stone world and not the new modern world—, was Byakuya. 

Your heart stopped dry for a whole second, or a minute, or an hour. You didn't believe in ghosts, or never had a paranormal experience, you couldn't remember right there and then. Before you could decide on whether to cry or to scream, the baby closed one of her little hands around your hair and pulled hard. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Your neck folded at the direction she was pulling from, your hand immediately ran to hers in an attempt to make her open her fists, but her grip was that of a weightlifter and there was not much you could do. 

"Oh you just have to..." almost like second nature, Byakuya approached and gently slid a finger into her palm, making the baby open her hand and free you, "Senku loved doing that when he was a baby, real annoying right?"

"Go figure..." you sighed with relief, but then it came down crashing to you. Standing right there was Byakuya. "Are you a ghost? Would it be dumb if I cried to a ghost?" 

"I don't think I am a ghost, no," he laughed, scratching the back of his head. "I don't even understand what happened."

"I can't believe this... it worked then..." a little baffled you said. After the stunt that Why-man had pulled with pretending to be Byakuya and the agreement it came with to petrify him if the time machine was ever completed, it was hard to know what was going to happen. 

"You have grown so much since I last saw you!" immediately he cheered and you felt comforted by his demeanor, "And who is this little baby?"

His questions made the tears that were previously forming in your eyes almost go to a second plane, and instead you got flustered. Announcing you were having a baby with Senku a little after you got married was way more cohesive, because everyone had seen your relationship flourish and it only made sense. But telling Byakuya, whose last impression of your relationship with Senku was a kinda competitive friendship in high school, was embarrassing for some reason. Oh hey, this is my daughter, by the way, your son is the dad! felt a little odd, especially when he would tease you two so much back then and both Senku and you were almost disgusted by the idea. 

Your face started showing expressions too fast and you simply showed him the baby in your arms. She looked at Byakuya with the awe of a baby meeting someone that looks really interesting, and she extended her hands super fast in his direction; she trusted him innately. 

"My! Is this your daughter?" he asked on his own and you couldn't help but nodding proudly. "She kinda reminds me of when Senku was a baby. That is probably because I miss him..."

"Ehm, yes, it is hard to tell because she is still kinda bald, but everyone says she looks like Senku after they take a good look at her," you tried to soft-launch the truth. 

"I should have known! I was trying not to ask! She looks identical!" 

His words made you laugh. Okay, telling Byakuya that he was a grandpa was out of the way. Well by that point he was the ancestor of at least 40 Ishigami villagers and definitely a father, grandfather and many times over a great-grandfather, but this was different in a way. For so long you believed that you and the baby were the only family Senku had; not that you two were not enough, you were his whole world, but that emptiness that the absence of his dad left in him couldn't quite be filled. And well the tears did come. You tried not to cry but it was impossible seeing that his hands were dirty and the steps his shoeless feet had left in the floor were wet; he was probably collecting minerals in the river when the whole ordeal happened. 

The baby kept trying to escape from your arms and meet Byakuya, but when you asked if he wanted to hold her he denied. 

"I don't want to hold her while I am dirty..." he laughed and you could only sob. 

"I am going to bring some wipes, wait," you stood up and walked towards the door, not wanting to keep crying. It didn't take five steps out of the room for you to crash into Senku. 

"So why are you crying?" he asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

"Senku!" you gasped surprised. As stupid as it sounds, it didn't really cross your mind to add Senku into the equation. How were you going to tell him that Byakuya was waiting in the room? He would be thrilled of course, his dad whom he loved so much was alive and well and right there... but also there were going to be a lot of tears. 

"You okay?" he asked again, holding your waist with one hand and putting his other hand on the baby. "Crying because you can't come to the lab?" 

"Senku..." you laughed and rolled your eyes. He tried to get the baby from your arms instinctively, but you held onto her little confused self. "Listen, let's just walk back into the room together, okay? Let me hold your hand." 

"I can walk on my own." 

"Let me hold your hand," you insisted. He laughed but seeing that you were serious he gave you his hand. "If you want me to step out, tell me." 

"Why would I want you to step out?" you could see him getting impatient by the minute. 

"But I can also stay with you, okay?" you reached to give him a kiss. 

By that point Senku was getting uneasy. He felt better at least that you were there with him. You pushed the door open with your foot and went in first, then lead Senku in too. 

Byakuya looked up naturally, and Senku scanned the room in a second to see what was new. Baby's playpen, little bookcase with pop up books, chair with his dad sitting on it... 

It took Senku a second to digest the fact that Byakuya was there. The grip of his hand on yours tightened a little, but it relaxed quickly. 

"Old man..." 

Senku wasn't crying, or breaking down on his knees. He had that snarky smile and though his eyes had clearly watered, he didn't cry. You shook your head, maybe the dramatized version you had in mind was too much, this was Senku after all, even in the most emotive moments he had to play it cool. 

He walked up to his dad and sat on the chair beside, still holding your hand. 

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Senku on the Moon Inspired by one of the Artemis II photos

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ong we all cried 😛

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You won't want to miss this.

We're set to send four astronauts on an expedition around the Moon on April 1– our first lunar flyby with people in 50 years. Pick a platform to watch the Artemis II launch: https://www.nasa.gov/live/

Our broadcast starts at 12:50 p.m. EDT (1650 UTC), with liftoff happening as early as 6:24 p.m. EDT (2224 UTC). Set a reminder!

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WE ARW GOING TO THE MOON!? WHAT!? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS!?!?!

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little sad yukio because i'm little and sad and can't write fanfiction anymore for some time because it has caught up to me and it happens to be that despite me writing for myself i end up too focused on the stats or more so the lack of them and question my worth as if it had ever been about that so well well well maybe i will come back for the new season but for now i will keep my stories to myself until i stop feeling worthless and a failure at what i love

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senku chiquito con el uniforme de JAXA de Byakuya dhsfks

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i have this inevitable recurring thought aghgh, petrification happened june 3rd 2019, and in 2019 i was in my peak kpop era. i went from being the try hard scholar to the weird anime girl to the even weirder kpop girl.

so let's project this into reader.

you've been the token weirdest girl of your grade, not only of your class, even people from other classes know you. this type of popularity is well received by you, for some reason.

thankfully, you have made friends that are as weird as you. from the guys with whom you roleplay death note scenarios during lunch and even in class —you are ryuzaki and play the part by sitting like him during class— to the girls you recluted to form your own kpop dance cover group —black green because originality has left the chat and plagiarizing jyp entertainment is the way, you're jennie—. life is good and simple.

now, you've been in senku's class forever, and back when your main focus was obtaining academic validation, you were kinda rivals, well not really because he is on another level but the feeling was there. when you entered middle school and met, there was this weird tension that you both hated but everyone else saw suspicious.

well senku himself isn't the normalest fellow out there, so he'd listen to your conversations with your friends and scoff because you got everything wrong with some lore from an anime.

he'd realize that he kept noticing your presence during class, answering questions during physics that only he would've answered right —he is kinda banned from participating because he fucking smokes everybody—, proving that literature isn't dead and that people with reading comprehension are still left out there after all, watching school days during class with your friends and laughing obnoxiously and running around during lunch while role playing mirai nikki...

but he also noticed your silence. he noticed your focused expression when doing the in-class assignments that the rest were trying to copy from him, even if you got some questions wrong because you were still sour that he was better than you and you had pride. he noticed you trying to not make noise in class while eating your lunch and trying not to get caught by teachers because you guys couldn't eat in class. he noticed you dissecting choreographies on your phone and trying to emulate them, to then teach the steps to your friends until you all got the correct sequence.

that one year difference in age meant he noticed it first, he noticed he liked you.

even when he yelled "whaaaaaat!?" as you walked in the newly remodeled lab for the science club grand reopening.

senku knew you liked science, you had paraded around the previous years saying how much you wanted to study astrophysics and go to nasa, so it wasn't rare to see you in the science club... except you two tried to avoid each other in the name of enmity.

your friends would go ask him if they liked you and then come back to you with his message asking what good would a relationship provide aside from academic prowess... what was bro on.

eventually he gave in and asked you to be his girlfriend for totally scientific reasons. you agreed because aside from ryuzaki, levi ackerman, mihael keehl, and yoongi from bts (godbless) senku was the guy you liked head over heels.

let's ignore that this is an almost 1-to-1 transcript of what happened between me and my first boyfriend lmaoa.

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you’re evil… how could you (it was beautiful i loved every bit of it) how how how how how how how…

aghghhghsjdhaaghh imso late to replying i kinda died... im glad u liked it :3 i suck at writing poetry but some class readings made me want to try it and i knew i needed to make it devastating, there is a lot of angst in me pffff