Hi hi! I’m Cupid (also known as RoyalCupid or Cupidity)! I use any pronouns, so feel free to use whatever fits. You can find my writing on AO3 under RoyalCupid! I also have commissions open! Link to my information here.
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✦ . I mainly post: ✦ .
✧ Reader x Senku content (my beloved obsession)
✧ Little doodles of my OCs
✧ Pictures of my ever-growing Senku plush collection (apparently one Senku is never enough)
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✦ . I’m also a very active roleplayer and run a bunch of blogs! Some of my main ones are: ✦ .
✦ @stone2stars
✦ @calciumcarbo-bot
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✦ . My current top fandoms are: ✦ .
☆ Dr. STONE
☆ Dungeon Meshi
☆ Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End
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Feel free to send me fanfic prompts, ideas, drawing requests, or even roleplay requests! I’ve been fighting a bit of writer’s block lately, and new inspiration is always appreciated!
Sorry Senku, but I have a feeling someone else will pick you, so!
I’m picking Kabru from Utaya. He’s from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon!
Song that I think fits him:
Song I think he’d listen to:
Though, I actually feel like he has no strong opinions about any music genre or artist. 😭 I just think he’d pretend to enjoy classical music because he thinks it makes him come across as more refined and competent.
…tags! pining, confession, kabru is a bit of a freak about this, oblivious reader, reader is an adventurer
…word count! 2671
…notes! spreading my kabruganda to the masses!!! kabru is my me so I very much enjoy writing him
denial
At first, Kabru was so convinced that there was something behind your happy-go-lucky exterior.
You were so skilled in the dungeon, able to make it down to floors that even he hadn’t traversed yet. So you must have a good grasp on tactics, not only in battle, but also when socializing! Yes, maybe you read people expertly when they’d respond in kind to your friendly behavior…..
During the stage where you’re acquainted but don’t know much about each other personally, he spends so long crafting theories about what’s going on inside your head.
His party members get sick of hearing about it halfway through the second week.
Once you meet again in person, he’s ecstatic to have an opportunity to take a closer look at your inner workings. His words and mannerisms are calm and purposeful, but there is a certain spark in his eyes, almost trying to illuminate your thoughts and feelings with its shine.
Over the course of the conversation, Kabru starts getting a bit confused at his lack of new findings about you. It takes you saying something particularly damning for him to finally reach the dreaded conclusion.
“I don’t usually run into you in places like this.”
Kabru had encountered you one evening after exiting his room and seeing you and a few party members at the bar. It was nothing short of a strike of luck, and most certainly not him deliberately staying home that evening because he’d overheard your plans to go out.
“Hm?” You perked up, looking at him with a blank expression that was quickly replaced with a kind smile. Even trying to look closely, he couldn’t find anything present in your face except for a simple joy.
He would approach you with long strides, placing one hand on the back of your chair as to be friendly and intimate, but not so intimate as to make you recoil from a touch. The wink he gave you was with the eye facing away from the others on the opposite side of the table, ensuring most of them wouldn’t notice his flirtatious gesture.
“Want me to buy you a drink?”
Immediately, you raised one hand in polite refusal, your smile turning into more of a sheepish one. “Oh, I don’t know if I’d be able to pay you back. I wasn’t going to splurge much tonight anyway….”
As you talked, Kabru pulled up a free chair and sat down, a gesture that cemented himself in the conversation and setting. He noticed when he sat down in the middle of conversation, it made people less likely to turn him away than if he were still standing.
“No, no.” when he shook his head, his dark curls did a swishing movement. Once he looked back at you, he gave a half-lidded smile, only a tinge sultry in hopes you’d pick up his hints. “Your company is more than enough payment for me.”
Your party could only stare on with absolute pity as you waved your previously raised hand dismissively, giving what Kabru could only assume was a reassuring nod. Why did you think he needed reassured….? What did you think he meant?
“It’s completely fine, no need to be polite! We’re beyond such niceties at this point, I’d say. After all, I consider us to be at least a little bit friends, right? You don’t need to buy me a drink just to hang out!”
For a brief period, Kabru felt as if his whole world was spinning around him, before then shattering at the unknowing sledgehammer of your words. These statements and mannerisms suggested something far more than just a passive rejection…… no, it was something much darker.
You truly were as dense as a brick wall.
anger
Kabru doesn’t always react….. too calmly when people defy his expectations.
He’s able to keep a smile on his face just fine, but on the inside he’s screaming.
What do you mean there isn’t more? Where’s the scheme? The ulterior motive? The familiar secrets he can unravel and use to his advantage? Is it so bad that he wants there to be more?????
I’ll be honest, the man experiences his fair number of homicidal thoughts about you. In a strangely romantic way!
You’ll be chatting away with him, each remark and flirtation absolutely flying over your head, and inside his mind he’s just going I should gut them right here and sort their bones and vitals by size if they won’t let me dissect them the mental way.
And then seconds later he’ll go haha what was that! Anyway yes tell me more about the cute bird you saw last week.
I think Kabru does a lot of journaling, so he has a fair number of notes about you. Sometimes they’re drawings of you with notes about your appearance and physical mannerisms, other times he writes more free form about his thoughts regarding you. When he gets particularly frustrated, the writing can became scratchy or heavy handed to the point that it’s unreadable or nearly tears the paper.
The silence and solitude of the night was briefly interrupted by Rin rolling over in her sleeping bag. She was just beyond the range of the firelight where Kabru was still writing, and he could only barely see the way she squinted at him through her own tiredness.
“What are you scribbling about so late at night?” The mage would try to start another sentence, but be cut off by a yawn. If she was trying to be intimidating, it certainly wasn’t working. “Go to bed, Kabru, or else you’ll wake up to being sprayed by an undine if I have anything to say about it.”
That was a rather unpleasant thought….. even if the threat wasn’t legitimate, Kabru recognized that he’d probably spent far more time writing than intended. It was embarrassingly easy to get distracted when it came to you….just another thing that irked him about you. Yes…..’irked’. That’s most certainly the word.
“I’ll wrap it up soon, sorry to disturb your sleep, Rin.” With a grumble, the girl rolled back over, leaving Kabru to glance at his notebook for just a brief moment more before closing it. The writing was near illegible, but he still knew the words by heart:
‘I wouldn’t mind if they were scared of me. Maybe, if they sat on the other end of my sword, trembling and wide-eyed like human prey, I’d get to see a truly untouched side of them.’
bargaining
After the shock and rage subsides, Kabru tries to make you realize his feelings through pretty much every method imaginable except for confessing.
It feels like the man always appears at your side, always claiming he ‘happened to be in the area’ or something similar. And you never even question it, infuriatingly for him.
Your party members often tell you that something is up with the guy, that he’s hanging around you a suspicious amount but never being fully transparent, but you’d feel so bad about being suspicious of him when he’s done nothing but inquire about you and even offer gifts on rare occasions!
Kabru isn’t exactly the richest of adventurers, so gifts or treating you isn’t a regular occasion, but it’s certainly something he resorts to as a last ditch effort to try and get you to realize that he’s interested in you romantically.
Once he even tried to offer you a flower, but you still didn’t take the hint.
When you saw the flower in Kabru’s hand that day, your first thought was being so flattered that he remembered your conversation about which ones you both liked.
“Oh, Kabru!” You exclaimed with pure joy, causing the man to become embarrassingly excited that perhaps you had finally noticed the meaning behind all his gestures. Were you finally moved and wowed by his considerate, perfectly planned gift.
Clapping your hands together, you would beam and say, “You liked my favorite flower so much that you wanted to get one for yourself?”
A fly could’ve soared down Kabru’s throat in the time of that pause, but you paid it no mind, instead eagerly awaiting his reply.
The look on Kabru’s face was a completely blank smile, his bright blue eyes seeming to have almost burned out like a pair of oil lamps. Then, as he regained his composure, those lights flickered back on again, albeit wavering slightly.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take it yourself? If you like it so much, I’d be happy to let you take it home.” Poor Kabru, he should have learned by now that hints have no effect against the impenetrable fortress that is your cluelessness.
Your grin was the nail in the coffin, letting him know you had something in your head that was absolutely not anything he could anticipate from anyone else. “But why not use it as some decoration? Your party members always talk about how sparse your room is, and it could even remind you of me when I’m away! Here—“
You ushered him closer, a hand now on the small of his back giving him sparks that teetered between pleasurable and painful. The free hand gestured to the plant he held so delicately, pointing out different features like the petals, stem, and so on. “I can even tell you some facts about it; that’ll help you enjoy it that much more deeply whenever you see it! And you’ll remember our conversation!”
The way you could be so resistant to his advances yet so sweet to him could be nothing short of torturous sometimes.
depression
For a while, something fairly rare happens to Kabru: he falls into a slump.
He spends a long time in the dungeon, slashing away at monsters as if it might help him clear his head. His teammates notice that he can get more aggressive in combat than usual, but never really ask him about it.
He also becomes more spacey during mealtimes, and while some peaceful silence is nice, having Kabru of all people be so uncharacteristically quiet for so long.
It comes to the point that something similar to an intervention happens one day after dinner.
“What’s up with you, Kabru?” Mickbell wasn’t one to beat around the bush, immediately starting his line of questioning while looking at his teammate, void of mischief or amusement. “You’ve been all broody and silent all week. Can’t just expect us to not ask about it.”
“What Mickbell said,” Kuro concurred almost immediately after.
The tallman did his best to blink away his tiredness and offer a more confident look that he usually used when trying to rally his team under an idea or calm them down. “I didn’t mean to make you guys worry that much about me. It’s just something I’ve been personally interested in, so it’s not something you guys need to worry about.”
“A personal problem?” Rin cocked a brow. “If I know anything about what interests you, it’s probably a person.”
“Haha, caught me red-handed like always.” He raised his hands in faux surrender, though Rin didn’t seem to be put at ease by the gesture, so he tacked on another statement. “I was surprisingly stumped on what tactics to use when talking to a certain person, it’s really got me thinking.” Averting his gaze to the side, he could almost conjure an image of your grinning face in the corner of his vision. “It’s pretty exciting, though, so I don’t mind.”
“Ugh, I knew it!” The half foot threw his head back in exasperation, causing Kuro to extend one arm behind him in case he fell. “It’s that brick-headed adventurer you’re getting all cozy with, isn’t it?! What, you thinking of starting a new party?”
While Mickbell was busy stomping his foot to punctuate his accusation, Holm merely hummed. The gnome usually stayed pretty impartial to matters like this, but that didn’t mean he could always resist throwing in a comment or two.
“I’d be stumped too if I thought about human interaction like a battlefield.” His tone of voice remained soft, but his words were still quite pointed. “You really have to be upfront about your feelings sometimes, you know that? At least, if Mick’s description can actually be trusted.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!”
After those two broke down into petty squabbling, Kabru could merely try his best to mask his realization behind a tight-mouthed grin.
Holm was right, and he hated it more than anything.
acceptance
Okay, this is the part where Kabru actually bites the bullet and talks about his feelings. Truly a miracle of life.
Kabru can have a lot of trouble being fully vulnerable due to feeling like he’s losing control, so he does his best to maintain control over the rest of the outing. He arranges the time, location, even makes sure to get there first. It’s the most he can do to not feel completely helpless at the whims of his own fickle heart.
When you arrive, a new wave of nervousness hits him that’s almost like nothing before. Kabru has slain men without a second thought, and here he is resisting the urge to tremble because he has to tell his crush he likes them.
He starts off with small talk, sort of building up to his confession while also beating around the bush just a little. Asking you how you’ve been, if you’ve done anything noteworthy, if you’ve meet any new people…..
Eventually, Kabru decides that if he waits any longer, he may instinctually try to hide his intentions in the long strings of small talk he’s making, so he finally takes that leap.
He said your name, and your eyes flickered up to his face. Even if you were spacey at times, you never stared past him or through him whenever he was addressing you. It made him feel….strange. It was odd to feel truly perceived at times.
“Can I be….. terribly honest with you?” He cards his fingers through his curls and closes his eyes, and you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful he looked.
“Of course,” you responded without thinking. Not like you ever needed to think twice about your appreciation for the man. More than that, really.
There was stillness, and all you could hear was Kabru’s deep inhale through his nose. He intended to phrase it more eloquently, he really did, but when he opened his eyes again and saw you waiting on his words with baited breath, there was this instinctive fear that maybe this would be his only chance. That you would walk away or disappear, leaving him with only the memory.
He didn’t want just a memory.
“I want you to know that I love you above all else.”
Your mouth hung agape like his had many times in response to your own remarks. Were it not for how shocked he was at his own words, he would have chuckled at how cute you look.
Before he could even scramble to elaborate on his uncharacteristically blunt comment, you blurted out in a similar fashion, voice slightly raised and head perked up,
“You really feel that way?!”
Faced with your blushing face, Kabru could only affirm the feelings that you promoted from somewhere deep within him. “Yes, I’d been trying to win you over for a long time, really.”
If you were flushed before, then now you were nothing short of flooded with embarrassment from ear to ear. Despite this, you were smiling, wobbly and sheepish. “I mean, it’s not like I’m shocked in a bad way or anything — I always thought you were really wonderful, too wonderful for me anyway. I really never thought you were pursuing me of all people!”
For the longest time, your denseness had given Kabru untold grief. Upon seeing you state it so plainly, however, he just couldn’t find it in his heart to be upset. Not when it was one of the things that made you so fascinating.
it feels a little crazy how people will be talking about kabru being a womanizer playboy etc whatever in these disparaging ways when the most risque thing weve actually seen him do is like. go over to holms sisters place for tea once
Accidentally lying on my Kabru makes me feel like the Princess and the Pea; I spend so long trying to figure out what's making my mattress lumpy that I somehow make my bed even messier. 😭
Shipping discourse has got to be the most irritating thing I see all the fuckig time 💔 like who cares. Genuinely who cares. And I'm saying this as an aroace person but all these ppl complaining about "shippers putting canon (when 99% of the time it's not explicitly canon) aroace characters in romantic relationships are the fucking devil and are erasing aroace identity" ok guys. What. Can we live and let live PLEASE like why. I don't care if it's a ship post with the worst character interpretations you've ever seen. Move tf on. I don't care if the character IS actually canonically aroace. Move tf on. You are making yourself miserable on purpose by getting hung up on other people's interpretations of a character instead of taking the easy route and moving on.
And I understand!! I really do!! I'm hypocritical because I'm always bitching and moaning about how so many of my favs are horribly generally mischaracterized but if an individual post really makes me so mad that I feel like my identity is being erased (???) I can at least say to myself hey!! Maybe it's time to put the phone down and pick up a coloring book or something. Maybe sign up for a lacrosse team. Something. Anything other than just being miserable as a hobby.
Most of the time these interpretations, albeit annoying, are harmless. They're completely harmless unless you LET them harm you. Choose peace guys pls I beg. I beg. I'm on my hands and knees forehead on the ground pls I beg
Adding onto this because I think there’s a little bit of nuance that gets lost in these kinds conversations, especially when more people reblog.
I’m someone who’s pansexual and demiromantic (I’m not very open about this, obviously), I tend not to explicitly identify with any gender label, and I’ve also questioned whether I fall somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum. This is because I tend to struggle with forming deep intimate connections in the way a lot of people describe. So, believe me when I say that I understand why seeing characters with identities that resonate with you being interpreted differently can feel frustrating or even personal.
But I also think there’s a point where fandom spaces start blurring the line between “this interpretation bothers me” and “this interpretation is actively harming me.”
Like, representation absolutely matters. No one’s arguing that—Having characters who are explicitly aro/ace, or who people can see themselves in, is important. As is all representation. Nobody should be trying to erase those identities or act like they don’t exist. But at the same time, fictional characters are interpreted by hundreds of thousands different people in hundreds of thousands different ways.
Someone shipping a character, even if that character is often perceived as aro/ace, doesn’t automatically mean they’re invalidating aro/ace people or making some statement about real identities. Sometimes it’s literally just someone enjoying a fictional dynamic. Interpretation goes as far as that. And don’t get me wrong, you can dislike a ship or think someone’s characterization is wrong. BUT, you can do that without needing to treat every person who enjoys it like they’re doing something malicious.
Honestly, fandoms would be a lot healthier if people remembered that not every disagreement needs to become a moral battle. Sometimes you can just scroll past something you don’t like and continue enjoying the things that make you happy. Hell, BLOCK PEOPLE if their content bothers you. I can proudly say I’m not one to shy away from blocking or restricting people’s access to my profiles!
Sorry Senku, but I have a feeling someone else will pick you, so!
I’m picking Kabru from Utaya. He’s from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon!
Song that I think fits him:
Song I think he’d listen to:
Though, I actually feel like he has no strong opinions about any music genre or artist. 😭 I just think he’d pretend to enjoy classical music because he thinks it makes him come across as more refined and competent.
I'll pick Mithrun of The House of Kerensil from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon as well 'cause I like him like that <(￣︶￣)>
Songs that I think fits him:
Song that I think he will listen to:
Idk... I feel that he listened to classical music because he wanted to be seen the "perfect and proper" son around people . But he probably never enjoyed them and never really cared about music, especially after the incident. Who knows, if this is a modern au he probably has a gym workout playlist because he's canonically buff 💪.
I got no one to tag because I'm not really a social butterfly and I'm too shy for that... (Spoiler in the end of the tags for those who haven't read the manga yet.)
Sorry Senku, but I have a feeling someone else will pick you, so!
I’m picking Kabru from Utaya. He’s from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon!
Song that I think fits him:
Song I think he’d listen to:
Though, I actually feel like he has no strong opinions about any music genre or artist. 😭 I just think he’d pretend to enjoy classical music because he thinks it makes him come across as more refined and competent.
I'll pick Mithrun of The House of Kerensil from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon as well 'cause I like him like that <(￣︶￣)>
Songs that I think fits him:
Song that I think he will listen to:
Idk... I feel that he listened to classical music because he wanted to be seen the "perfect and proper" son around people . But he probably never enjoyed them and never really cared about music, especially after the incident. Who knows, if this is a modern au he probably has a gym workout playlist because he's canonically buff 💪.
I got no one to tag because I'm not really a social butterfly and I'm too shy for that... (Spoiler in the end of the tags for those who haven't read the manga yet.)
it's a shame that a pretty important part of kabru's characterization is difficult to translate to english and many other languages. i'm talking about the way he uses first-person pronouns [僕] "boku" and [俺] "ore".
most people who are familiar with japanese language know about these pronouns. these are the two types of masculine pronouns that can be used in different situations:
[僕] "boku" is more polite, has a softer tone to it: it's casual, but not too informal. for example, a guy can use this pronoun when he's casually talking with his coworkers.
[俺] "ore" is very informal, can be seen as rude and in contrast to other pronouns may seem more masculine. in fact, "ore" seems to be more of a default pronoun for men lately, especially for teenagers and young adults. most male characters in dungeon meshi, for example, use "ore".
kabru uses both pronouns and it's part of the way he presents himself. it's important to know what he prefers to use in his mind - and it's always "ore". he also uses "ore" when he's a kid living with elves and i think it's interesting, because it seems like elves prefer to use [私] "watashi" (gender-neutral pronoun leaning to feminine). i couldn't find a solid proof that "watashi" is completely gender-neutral for elves though, because mithrun and lycion are the only male elves with speaking roles and lycion uses "ore", while mithrun uses "watashi".
(edit: i forgot about thistle, but he doesn't count, since he grew up with tallmen. he uses "boku" in his mind and with his family, but uses "watashi" as the dungeon lord).
kabru has a pretty good grasp on when he wants to use "boku" or "ore". when he interacts with people he's not very familiar with he uses "boku" pretty much exclusively. it's more polite, but also, he likely wanna present himself as less intimidating than he truly sees himself. he uses "boku" with toshiro, namari and canaries throughout the story, but with his own team he uses "ore". when he interacts with the group that tried to kill them, he uses "ore" too, clearly acting colder than he usually does.
what's even more interesting though, sometimes it's hard for him to stick with one pronoun with certain people. iirc it's normal in japanese, you can use a pronoun that is more fitting for the sentence, but i feel like it's intentional from the writing standpoint.
for example, when he initially talks to laios and his group he uses "boku", as usual. after they fought against falin together he switches to "ore". but after that, when he asks if laios remembers his name, he uses "boku" again. his mask is slipping, but he carefully puts it back on. when interacting with laios in chapter 76 he starts by using "boku" again, but as he gets more desperate and sincere, he starts using "ore".
another example, after he realized that mithrun doesn't care about his charismatic act, he starts using "boku" and "ore" interchangeably with him. at first, he's trying to use "boku" when they talk - it's important for him to respect social hierarchy after all, but when he's caught off guard he uses "ore". at some point he switches from "ore" to "boku" in one conversation! closer to the end of their 6 days journey he starts using "ore" more or less exclusively, almost like he forgets that he's supposed to keep his distance.
anyway, i wish this interesting pattern of his would be more obvious in translation!
Do u heh.. heh. Love Cupid, also known as cupidity or RoyalCupid
(this is not Cupid btw totally not also she is totally writing a response for senku)
I do!! It's funny you ask.. heh.. I'm so in love with her that every time I see her I blush and squeal and cry and shout KAWAII!! Cupid senpai is ridiculously sugoi.
This is heavily based off this Kohaku x Senku oneshot I wrote, except even shorter lol…
The entire thing starts because you catch Senku experimenting with something suspiciously sweet in the lab. The smell of cocoa and vanilla is basically impossible to ignore, and when you walk in, you find him surrounded by trays of homemade chocolate-dipped biscuit sticks like he’s just invented the next revolutionary piece of technology.
Naturally, Senku acts like it’s a completely scientific breakthrough. “We’re restoring civilization one sugary chemical process at a time,” he says, going into an unnecessary lecture about cacao processing, tempering temperatures, and how ridiculously difficult it was to recreate something as simple as a pre-petrification snack.
You’re less interested in the chemistry and more interested in the fact that they’re actually adorable. Slightly uneven chocolate coating, imperfect shapes, different flavors—he clearly put effort into making them, even if he refuses to admit that part.
When you call them cute, Senku immediately short-circuits for half a second. Not because he’s embarrassed about the snacks, but because hearing you say something he made was cute somehow feels more dangerous than any chemical reaction.
Of course, you ask if they’re edible.
“I wouldn’t waste my precious cacao reserves on something that isn’t,” he says confidently, handing one over like he isn’t secretly waiting to see your reaction.
The second you taste it, your expression changes.
And Senku notices.
Instead of acknowledging it, he’ll keep rambling about the science behind the snack, explaining how he managed to recreate the texture and flavor with limited resources, but he’s absolutely paying more attention to your reaction than his own explanation.
When you finish one and immediately reach for another, there’s a tiny, smug smile on his face.
“So? Ten billion percent edible, right?”
You roll your eyes. “Let me eat in peace.”
“Please, nothing in this stone word is for free. Then, because Senku cannot simply let something fun exist without turning it into an experiment, he casually brings up the Pocky Game. “Apparently people used to use these for flirting.”
You blink. “Flirting?”
And that’s when you realize Senku absolutely knows what he’s saying.
He explains the rules with his usual scientific confidence: one person bites one end, the other bites the other, and whoever pulls away first loses.
“So basically,” you say, “it’s a competition to see who gets embarrassed first.”
“Incorrect. It’s a test of psychological endurance, reaction time, and proximity tolerance.” Senku tries to correct you.
“That’s the same thing.”
“No, it isn’t.”
It absolutely is, you conclude internally.
The first attempt is a disaster because Senku assumes he can calculate everything perfectly.
He’s analyzing angles. Distance. Timing. Bite speed… Meanwhile, you just bite down and move forward.
“Wait—hold on, you’re supposed to—”
Crunch.
Suddenly, the stick snaps.
And your lips collide.
Senku immediately jumps back like he just got hit by a lightning bolt.
“OW—!”
You stare at him. “Does that count as winning?”
“No, you assaulted me.”
“You said the goal was not to back away.”
“That does not mean you’re allowed to attack me like a starved animal.”
He spends the next five minutes complaining about your lack of strategy while very obviously trying not to acknowledge that his face is completely red.
The second attempt goes better.
Kind of.
Senku insists on demonstrating “proper technique” this time, making a whole speech about controlled movement and gradual escalation.
You let him finish, leaning in once his lips stop flapping
“You’re doing that on purpose,” He mutters.
“Doing what?”
“Ignoring the dramatic explanation I spent time preparing.”
You snicker, “Maybe, maybe not.”
He seems offended.
Deeply.
But he also can’t stop smiling.
Eventually, the joking fades into something quieter.
The third attempt isn’t about pretending to win anymore.
There’s no teasing, no arguing, no ridiculous commentary from Senku about the optimal angle of approach. The two of you are simply sitting across from each other, sharing a snack stick and realizing the distance between you is getting smaller.
Senku, for once, stops calculating, or berating you, because now the problem isn’t that he doesn’t know the probability of what happens next—The problem is that he does.
He knows exactly how close you are.
Exactly how your expression changes.
Exactly how his own heartbeat is becoming a variable he cannot account for.
And for someone who can solve impossible problems, that’s the one thing he can’t quite process.
So naturally…
He cheats.
Just slightly.
Just enough to close the distance before the stick breaks.
The kiss is brief. Soft. Completely intentional.
And the moment he pulls away, Senku immediately tries to recover his dignity.
“That,” he says, clearing his throat, “was not within the established rules.”
You stare at him, “You totally cheated.”
“Kukuku, correct!”
“You admit it?”
“Yep.”
You sigh, “Was it worth it?”
Senku looks away, pretending to think.
“Scientifically speaking? Data is insufficient.”
You raise a brow.
He sighs.
“Further testing may be required.”
And that’s when you realize Senku Ishigami—man who can calculate the composition of the atmosphere and rebuild civilization from scratch—Made a snack stick just so he could kiss you.
“You know,” you tease, “this is probably the least scientific thing you’ve ever done.”
“Yeah. Weird, right?” Senku just smirks, picking up another Pocky stick, “Turns out not everything needs a data table.”
And honestly?
You’ll let it slide.
After all, it was billion percent worth the chocolate.
Sorry Senku, but I have a feeling someone else will pick you, so!
I’m picking Kabru from Utaya. He’s from Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon!
Song that I think fits him:
Song I think he’d listen to:
Though, I actually feel like he has no strong opinions about any music genre or artist. 😭 I just think he’d pretend to enjoy classical music because he thinks it makes him come across as more refined and competent.
First: Atem/Yami Yugi from Yu-Gi-Oh, Duelist Kingdom Arc.
Current: Senku Ishigami from Dr. stone / Kabru of Utaya, from Dungeon Meshi
Teehee
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First: most likely Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist (i can vividly remember him being the first character that I looked up fanfic for on GODDAMN DEVIANTART LMAOOOOO)
Current: Senku Ishigami from Dr. Stone, the Medicine Seller from Mononoke (animated series + movie trilogy), and there are more but I am nawt about to reveal my whole roster
First: Atem/Yami Yugi from Yu-Gi-Oh, Duelist Kingdom Arc.
Current: Senku Ishigami from Dr. stone / Kabru of Utaya, from Dungeon Meshi
Teehee
@ismyinternetromanorroaming @jujusrightbehindyouisntshe @v0ctin @vega-theythem @lilac-p @p1ercemyh34rt @kasumigale14 + OPEN (because I’m bad at remembering blog names)
