My yearly post is uploaded and it's my turn to get in on Doctor Stone. I know a fandom hates to see me coming (because I literally can't stick to one ☻) Also, this was meant to be like 2k words but I physically cannot write anything without fleshing out the most intricate backstory and characterizations, so sue me and just read it. I got extremely carried away.
Writing for another dead fandom :')
Summary: Thinking is hard when your friends won't let you, and despite having the weight of the world on your shoulders, your work will be interrupted. It's not their fault, they’ve been handed an impossible task, and Senku isn’t exactly known for slowing down to explain himself, and today he's made himself particularly unapproachable; explicitly instructing everyone to leave him alone. Message heard. Except they’ve forgotten you’ve always been the exception.
Or in which; Senku tells everyone to leave him alone. You’ve never been included in that rule though. They've just forgotten.
Established Relationship, Childhood best friends, Burnout, Lots of Psychology jargon, Competence Kink--who said that? And my terrible gramma as usual.
Attending is weird. And old-man Cherry said it best; the brain's ability to detect some stimuli whilst filtering out the rest was truly just spectacular, and perhaps one of the only things you can attribute your maintained sanity to amid the stone world chaos – chaos that only seemed to be expanding. “Habituation” as Thomas and Spencer coined it.
Oh! Write that one down…
The human brain was just so exhilarating, truly the most complexly crafted mechanism in the known universe, and you would be damned if you’d ever let the centuries worth of experiments, and knowledge, and science, and theories, and sacrifices, and what-have-you become obsolete to the clock-hands of time. The moment you awoke from the depths of stone-bound consciousness – bright red eyes glaring down at you, wide and yet weary despite a beaming smile, you finally understood what you had been placed on this earth to do.
It’s a daunting feeling every person has to face come time, the choice of deciding what craft they deem important enough to dedicate a single lifetime to. Important enough to leave a life's worth of a mark on the earth for, an imprint etched intricately by the thinning skin of two aging hands. And in that fluorescent moment, as your eyes squinted against light absent for three millennia, you glanced left to see green where your desk once stood, and right to see the bare parts of the boy that made your cheeks flush in science club (and god, did your cheeks flush again). Yes, in that moment it dawned on you that your purpose on this impossibly green earth was to ensure none of the most brilliant minds of psychological science would be lost to stone.
So you wrote. You wrote for every weary moment that passed and embedded itself on the rocks of the mountains that formed in its wake, because nothing better had yet been reinvented. You wrote as the population of two grew to a population of four, then four to five, and five back down to just the two of you. And you wrote into the moment you realised modern minds weren't the only ones left inhabiting the desolate planet you once saw skyscrapers adorn, and that primitive ones prevailed too.
You wrote in your little hut by candlelight, after a day's work of winter prep had been put to rest. And eventually you wrote in Chrome’s lab while Senku sat sketching blueprints beside you and the kingdom of science laboured at the collective ideas the two of you deemed worthy of fabrication.
And when said kingdom finally acquired proper writing materials, Senku made sure they reached you in that weird silent display of affection he does, and once again, you wrote into what you deemed to be the official, contemporary (but not very modern), psycho-encyclopedia. And you’d be sure that every drop of knowledge from your mind bled into the pages of fibre darkened with soot-stained ink.
This was your life’s work. A weird thing to deem by 20, but you were sure this was what your purpose was; this frayed, stained, and crinkled leather-back book – only yet half full – scribbled with knowledge of a time long gone, but definitely not forgotten.
“Attending,” god, it really was weird — because despite all those complexly drawn out thoughts hidden behind your eyes trained on said book, it suddenly occurred to you that you were sitting in the midst of one of the busiest moments the stone world had surely ever seen.
Out in the open, you leaned over a glass table as levers and pulleys strained every which way at incomprehensibly large planks of wood, with dozens of people bustling around you ensuring Senku’s newest idea came to fruition. A boat- no, a ship – and god, was it loud. “Habituation,” thank everything for it, because you’d have written jack-all today without it. Probably would have forgotten your idea.
Your idea that lingered — a cognitive thread that refused to loosen its hold. It had been needling at you for days, itching at you enough that you’d finally raised it with Senku the night before, hoping for something resembling an answer. Just as he always confided his outlandish ideas in you for psychological perspective, you hoped his biological expertise could return the favour.
You knew he was an unhelpful prick when he stuck his pinky in his ear and shrugged blankly with that dumb look that made you exhale through your nose.
“How would I know? You’re the Neuroscientist.”
You almost kicked him to sleep on the pebbles outside. Alas you didn’t.
And science said if no one had an answer, then it was worth exploring. So, when your eyes finally cracked open after a near-sleepless night, you teetered quietly out towards the glass table overlooking the kingdom of sciences newest project, careful not to wake Senku in the faint hope that he’d actually rest, and the others in heavier hope of a little goddamn quiet.
Thus you sat from the early break of dawn, eyes fighting their own heaviness as the day remained still, through to the beaming heat of the afternoon – where the primitive world finally remembered just how loud it liked to be. All the while, you jotted down your newest theory in the ratty leather-back book Senku made you years ago.
If Loftus describes memories as fallible, and recollection as constructive rather than chronicle, and yet so many people describe the events of the petrification in such detail, then the preservative qualities of the petrification process must not be pertinent just physiologically, but also be applicable to the brain cells and neural pathways necessary for memory recall. Perhaps, I should collect self-report data on individualistic petrification experiences, that way I can assess the hypothesis scientifically. A significance test might be the most efficient way to test this- Pearsons, maybe?
“Y/n!”
White lines turned to multicoloured configs as your eyes snapped to the owner of the voice.
That's right, “Attending.” Weird, how the brain does that. The cocktail party effect, as Cherry said- oh, you should remember to write that one down too-
“-Y/n!”
“Huh?”
“Did you even hear a word I said?” Gen’s voice carried thick through the air, despite all the clashing voices contending for a hold in place. Your eyebrows shot down in a furrow of confusion and a twinge of irritation, before one arched sharply in recognition.
“I heard my name.” You retorted.
“Your name is not a word,” Gen countered dryly, “so, I’ll take that as a no.”
Through his tone you noticed the hitch of his breath as he puffed on his words. It was only then you noticed just how tired he sounded. Through the breathiness, and the beading sweat. He was working on Perseus today.
“Sorry,” you muttered, already turning back to the page, pining to get back to your writing. “Thinking.”
Gen snorted. “Typical scientist habits. We ought to get you genuises a handler.”
You didn’t rise to his bait. Instead, your pencil hovered for a moment before scratching the thought down anyway, your fear of losing the thought trumping your interpersonal attraction to the group.
Festinger’s Group Cohesion Theory, another one you couldn’t forget to write about…
“-huh, Y/n?”
“What?” Your eyes snapped up again, sharper this time, agitation leaking through before you could stop it. You didn’t mean to be so short-tempered, but you were working against the clock here, and there was much else Senku needed from you despite it. Couldn’t they see you were working? Just as they had their job, you had yours, and you weren’t privy to being interrupted so often. Gen was a mentalist, he knew that attention, once broken, was never so easily reclaimed.
This time Ginro stepped forward, imitating a similar breathlessness to Gen, with that typical helpless Ginro-desperation leaking through his tone.
“Y/n, we're stuck on the instructions and don’t know what to do! It says something about accounting for… uh- testicle stress?” Ginro’s eyes glanced down at the wrinkled blueprints, with irrationally fearful eyes, “It’s one of those science-y words Senku uses when he wants to scare people and it makes no sense! What does it mean?!”
Your pencil stilled, eyes blinking slow as you finally digested the full scope of the scene. Your attention finally shifted as you took note of the many weary eyes glancing at you with hopeful expectation. Hope that you would relieve them of their stress. Expectation that you would clear up their gaps in knowledge and aid them on their journey to task completion, and their eventual next meal break, one you could smell simmering away somewhere inland.
However, hope, you learned, was a feeble thing, because misplacing it meant the inevitable disillusion of optimism. It was truly unfortunate that you knew their hope was exceptionally misplaced, and it almost made your blood boil over that they had interrupted your expertise for something so obviously out of your field.
“I-I don’t know.” You deadpanned in utter disbelief, “I’m a neuroscientist not an engineer.”
You watched with perplexity as the faces scattered around the half-built ship dropped in despair, and hopeful eyes shifted into ones completely lacking faith. You could almost see the black cloud that had settled over the top of them, gloomy and dreary with resignation.
For half a second, you stared at the slumped shoulders, the exaggerated sighs, the way despair settled far too heavily for a problem that had such an obvious solution. The scene bordered on near absurdity in their reactions, as if their stone aspirations of a modern world had been macerated with just a few timid words. As if there wasn't a very loud… very capable… very obvious answer pacing somewhere just beyond the hull.
That realization cut clean through your confusion, compelling it to settle into a regretful twinge of irritation that left a tick forming in your right eye. Maybe it was just the exhaustion assuming its place, but alas you felt it twitch. All as the moment festered into the recognition that they were now wasting a lot of time, a lot of cognitive load, and a very valuable thought pattern for something that wasn’t nearly a catastrophe. Let alone something that was even your problem.
You sighed, rubbing at the migrating headache that had begun pulsing at your temple, as if stimulating the skin would coax the synapses to fire in successive order again. “Guys,” you said, tone flattening as patience thinned, “this isn’t that hard.”
A few heads lifted, the prospect of a brilliant mind coming to their aid on the horizon.
“I study brains,” you deadpanned, attention already drifting back to the page. “Not boats. If you want to know what torsional stress is-” you eyed Ginro as you enunciated the word slowly before glancing back at your book, then pointed over your shoulder without glancing, “-go ask Senku. That’s literally what he’s here for.”
Taiju was the next to step up with a strained frown pulling at his lips, a cue you were familiar enough to recognise as the precursor to a complaint. It was a gesture that made you oddly reminiscent of your days back in school, where he’d do just so before nagging Senku and you both to no end, a giggling Yuziruha somewhere nearby. You always feigned annoyance in that moment, though you wouldn’t admit it was charming in the particular way Taiju could be. You would just sip your strawberry milk and catch the smirk Senku pretended not to wear as he silently admired the scene. Though, while on the topic of things never to be admitted, Senku would deny this vehemently too.
Nostalgia theory, be sure to write that too…
“-But, Y/n!” Taiju protested suddenly, the frown returning in full force. “Senku told us to stop bothering him.”
You barely had time to register the implication before Yuzuriha had chimed in, leaning in from behind him with an apologetic smile that softened the complaint immediately.
“He actually told everyone to stop bothering him,” she clarified lightly. “Very explicitly.”
Kohaku was next to join the conversation, one you had already deemed trivial on a day so scarce of time, though, at this rate you discerned that it wasn’t ending any time soon so you leant back with a huff.
Her arms folded over her chest, posture already mirroring a scolding she’d likely endured firsthand and a bite in her tone that unveiled her disapproval of Senku’s preferred work-ethic. At this rate, however, you were starting to understand why he demanded the quiet.
“He’s working with Kaseki on the “rudder.’” Kohaku said flatly, directing her words with air quotes. “Said it was important, then got pissed when we asked too many questions. If you ask me, he could stand to explain things better instead of barking orders.”
“Its a good thing no one asked you, then.” Chrome muttered under his breath, a comment that earned him a stern fist to the side and a snarl from the owner of said fist.
“Since you’re feeling so confident today, why don’t you go ask Senku for his help?”
Chrome frowned with a wince, “No way!” He spoke as he rubbed a soothing hand to his ribs. “He yelled at Suika today. That’s how I know he’s pissed, he’s never yelled at Suika. If I went up to him, I think I’d become an example.”
You were well aware that Senku had been a little on edge recently, with the piling stress of the ship's construction, and the constant need to be the most decisive, and quick-thinking person in the room. You could see the pressure settling heavier on his shoulders with each passing day the ship wasn’t completed – not exactly in the way he spoke, but in the rare moments where he didn’t. In the moments where it was just the two of you at the end of a long day and he didn’t feel pertinent to small-talk. When he would let you ramble about your interest and theories without contributing or competing in the playful way he usually would. In the silences he let linger a second too long because his brain never quite stilled.
You tried to make up for it when it counted. By fielding the questions he didn’t have time to answer and redirecting the noise away from him when it grew too insistent but you were only so knowledgeable in chemistry, and had your own load to bear. It was no wonder he snapped when he had prepared the construction team as best as he could, only to be bombarded by questions regardless. You suppose it was inevitable, but still.
Your thoughts lingered longer than they should have and you were halfway through reconciling when movement sliced violently through your peripheral vision.
Ginro's flailing arms abruptly overtook your field of view, a descending shadow made up of pale and frantic limbs cast against the sunlit shipyard, snapping you out as it loomed far too close. For a fraction of a second, your mind lagged behind your eyes until recognition struck.
He was about to slam the messily sketched blueprints onto the glass table. The same table where your book sat open. Your very precious, still-wet-with-ink book.
Your arms reacted before conscious thought had time to intervene and it was one of the few moments you found yourself grateful that your body had outpaced your brain. Your hands snapped back, hugging the book tight to your beating chest, with a finger pinched between the still-wet pages to keep them from bleeding into an inky abyss. A heartbeat later, Ginro’s hands came down with a clatter forceful enough to jolt the contents of the table a few millimeters airborne.
A heaving Ginro unveiled tense and sweaty beside you, and if looks could kill, Ginro may as well have dug his little grave with the glare you sent him. He realised the mistake he made far too late and froze beside you, shoulders rigid, eyes darting first to the blueprints now splayed innocently across the glass, and then up to your face.
His lips wobbled with apprehension as his voice shakily vibrated, “I-I-” He smiled wearily. “Sorry?”
That twitch in your eyes was almost a second heartbeat at this point, and with the prospect of nearly losing an entire day's worth of work over- over-... Ginro, you had finally felt that final gear spinning that indicated you had reached your wits end.
“Okay,” voice cutting low and level in a way that carried far more weight than shouting ever could. “That’s enough.”
The sound of wood against dirt pierced through the air, dense with unease, as your feet shoved the rickety chair backwards. Your arms came down in a swift motion as you settled the book gently over the blueprints, and with hands now free, you gripped the table's edge hard enough to feel the imperfections in the grooves, attempting to ground your irate nerves. You weren't angry, these people were your closest friends, but their irrational panic was bordering absurdity, too close to theatrical. You were already overworked as it was, and now too petty to deal with this spectacle alone.
You inhaled once and heaved with a shout. “Senku!” Cutting through the dense air like a bell.
And like that, the once bustling shipyard stilled as if a switch had been flipped. What once had started with you drowning out the blaring scene to centre your own focus, had turned into a scene in which you had become the center of everyone else's. Habituation was long gone, replaced by your need to go back to that peaceful, productive state you’d been in earlier this morning. The eyes of confusion had evolved into ones of apprehensive fear, and the hiss Gen pushed through his teeth told you just how unnerved they were with your decision.
It was quiet for a beat, quiet enough to hear the tide hit the rocky shore twice before footsteps crunched against the pebbled dirt just a ways in the distance. The array of people besides you tensed in agonized anticipation of a lecture that was patently soon to come, but you just stood biting your lip, ticked off and bored, already tired of waiting for a response.
Senku rounded the corner with a painfully ordinary slouch. Goggles, recently discarded, dangling loosely around his neck with nothing but a slight twitch of his lip to indicate the miniscule amount of irritation he bore. His hands smudged with lingering grease stains crossed loosely over his chest as he cocked a brow, red eyes boring directly at you. “What?”
The group stood unmoving, already dumbfounded by the flatness of his tone.
The gears in Chrome's brain couldn’t begin to comprehend the difference in reactions so shortly spanned. The first and last time he approached Senku earlier that day, the man had snapped so sharply Chrome could swear he felt a glimpse of Sulferina’s ghost peeking through. Senku was a near walking reaction waiting to go critical today.
He understood why – the man had a lot of work to be done in a very short amount of time. But yet, here he strolled so casually around the helm, voice steady and unremarkable, just mildly annoyed at an interruption he had close to bit a head off over an hour ago.
And you just glanced at him as if his question was unfounded, as if he was foolish for even questioning your intentions, “Come here.” As if it were obvious.
And he did. He just did. No arguments to mimic the handful of ones he put up against the others, no scolding to demand they stop bothering him, or flat palms pointed up to ask if they could see how busy he was. He just walked over like you held a rune to turn time itself into stone, like you had already made the decision for him.
Senku’s feet carried him directly beside you, stopping close enough that the edge of his boot brushed the table leg. He planted two fists firmly on each hip and leaned forward, expression flat and condescending. “What is it?”
“Your inability to write coherently is becoming my problem. Come fix it.” The words landed so unceremoniously, stripped of all caution. You spoke to him as if the man was just a childhood friend, and not some otherworldly genius so far out of your reach that they barely knew how to approach him sometimes.
Oh…
They realised.
Because that was exactly what he was.
To them, he was the crazed polymath scientist who rebuilt the world in a frantic swirl of ideas. But in that moment, they had almost forgotten that you were the mad neuro-psych scientist who helped him do it. Because, to you, he was just the childhood best friend who matched your sporadically manic ideas.
To you, he was just your boyfriend.
Gen let out a slow breath, the confusion finally wilting as it clicked into place. He knit his brows together through a self-deprecating smile, feeling a little foolish now that he thought about it, because really, it hadn’t been subtle at all. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“Right,” he muttered. “Of course.”
“What?!” Suika gulped.
Gen waved a hand vaguely, still smiling. “I feeear I may be a little slow on the mark today,” he said, the humour creeping back into his tone now that the tension had deflated.
There was a beat. Then Chrome, who had been watching with cautious attention up until now, puffed up slightly as the realisation finally landed.
Oh.
How could he have missed it? The two of you who turned up at his lab door with stacks of wilting papers in your hands and paper cuts on Senku’s, already talking over each other in a language Chrome had to learn to keep pace wth. The way you argued sometimes, sharp and relentless and oddly in sync, like a married- …oh. Right.
Well, in his defense, he wasn’t stunned by the oversight itself. Nor by the being-together part because everyone knew that already. Every newly unpetrified friend arrived at the same conclusion sooner or later, that you liked Senku and more astonishingly, that he was even capable of normal people emotions. The revelation usually earned a horribly concealed snicker from you and an overextended eyeroll from Senku.
Chrome wasn’t shocked about what everyone already knew. No, what shocked Chrome was something else entirely.
It was the way Senku was acting with you, that Senku would ever act like that with you.
He had snapped at everyone else without forethought, barked orders and bared teeth like it was today's motto. And yet the second you called his name, he softened like Cesium and appeared by your side at beck and call despite having made it abundantly clear how busy he was.
Senku was being… soft.
Soft.
Chrome’s lips twitched, the thought settling somewhere between disbelief and amusement. And as if the air itself carried the same conclusion, Gen’s smile beside him sharpened with a similar realization too.
Chrome leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief now that the connection had finally been made. Just a half hour ago, Chrome feared nothing would ever bring this partner down from his enduring stress, and yet, here he now realized the solution had been sat, scribbling away into the book he had crafted just for her. “Is that mark you missed related to her?”
Gen grinned. “Yes, call it a mentalist blind ot-spay.”
Catching the drift of thoughts the two boys had collectively found, your eyes darted sideways, a gleam of warning conveyed behind a tilted eyebrow as you murmured, “Mentalist mind your usiness-bay. I’m doing this for you.”
Senku was ticked off as is, the last thing you needed was an all out argument because Gen couldn't help narrating his emotional state like a party trick. God, you’d never hear the end of that one.
Senku – either none the wiser, or more likely opting to ignore the provocation, followed your outstretched finger down to the wrinkled blueprints he’d scribbled up haphazardly late a few nights ago. His focus sharpened almost instantly.
“These aren’t incoherent,” he muttered. “They’re just unfinished.”
“Unfinished?” You echoed.
“Yeah,” His shoulder loosened as if the rest of the world had quietly fallen out of priority the moment you asked, “The diagram’s garbage.”
In an attempt to get a better look, Senku reached forward and pushed your book aside, the leather cover dragging softly across the glass as he cleared space. Around you, several people stilled, breath catching in one collective gasp, eyes following the course of the book as if it had been tossed into the ocean, because it may as well have been. This was the same book Ginro had nearly been buried for so much as brushing against, and here Senku was, haphazardly dragging it around as if you hadn’t considered committing a stone-aged crime over it.
You didn’t even blink.
Your attention, baited and steady over a topic you hadn’t cared any less over a mere 10 minutes ago, remained fixed on the blueprints, finger already tracing the flaw he’d just pointed too.
Senku glanced past you, eyes flicking briefly over the rigid postures and baited breaths, and he couldn’t help the eyeroll he sent the group at their theatrics.
“…Huh,” you said as if it were old news. “That’s inefficient.”
At the pull of your voice, Senku turned back without hesitation. He reached for your pencil, flipping it eraser-side down, and began scrubbing at the graphite with quick hands.
“The load is redistributed here. If it was torsional failure, you’d hear it before you saw it.”
“…Hear it?” Ginro croaked.
“Like screaming metal,” Senku dragged his voice as if the thought alone delighted him. Ginro perked up straight as a board, and let out a strangled squeak with fists clenched tight to his sides.
Your hand shot up and flicked Senku on the head, “Stop being mean.” Senku replied with a chuckle before flipping the pencil once more to the graphite end.
“They’re following the load-bearing assumption too literally. It needs redistribution here-” he tapped the page once, then again, “-and here.”
As if the concept had just been transmitted into your mind, you perked up with a sudden breath as the explanation clicked. “Ooh!” You dragged the word. “So if you mirror the brace here, the torsional load dissipates instead of-”
“-concentrating at the joint,” Senku finished, already nodding. “Exactly.”
Just a few feet away, Chrome and Gen shared a very quiet, very exasperated glance, because no matter how often you two did it, they would never comprehend what in the orld-way you too were babbling about and why it always ended with the literal completion of each others sentences.
“But,” you continued, already reaching for the pencil again, “that only works if the secondary supports aren’t rigid.”
Senku paused as the implication fell on him. It wasn’t a long pause, but long enough for the watching eyes to tense.
“…Yeah,” he said, as if the thought had never occurred to him. You suddenly leaned forward, right arm brushing against his left as you tugged the pencil from his fingers and bent over the blueprints. Senku didn’t resist or comment, only shifted closer to watch as you sketched in the adjustment, red eyes following black graphite lines materializing with every stroke your hand made.
“You’re just relocating the stress,” you added quietly. “It’ll collapse somewhere else.”
Senku hummed in thought and leant forward to study your markings clearly. And in an act Gen deemed to be unconscious, the group watched as Senku’s arm slid up your side and rested just in the dip of your back, almost as if using your body to steady his own. “Flexible coupling,” he muttered. “I assumed they’d compensate.”
“It won’t.” The words weren’t sharp, just simply pointing out a fact. “Same thing that happened with the footbridge model we made for physics A3, remember.”
“You mean the one that collapsed because you insisted on testing it during science club,” Senku replied without missing a beat.
“I was proving a point.”
“You proved several,” he said. “Most of which ended with us being banned from the lab for a week.”
A sly, and yet oddly reminiscent smile slowly crept up to adorn your lips as the memory flashed in your brain. Senku’s wide eyes as the model collapsed, the splintering sound of balsa through the room and the chorus of gasps as fragments skidded onto the active bunsen burner, sending the accompanying beaker flying from the bench to shatter across the tiles. You swear you would have walked away with a mere slap on the wrist if the lesson of the day hadn’t been “safe handling of erosive waste.”
Whoops.
“Semantics.” You laughed. “Like I said, I study brains, not bridges.”
Gen leaned in close to Chrome as he registered the words, one arm crossed and the other rose to block the left side of his mouth, which pulled to the right, “Coulda fooled me.”
You didn’t dignify Gen’s comment with a response, just huffed softly through your nose and leaned back over the table, already dragging the blueprints closer.
“Alright,” Senku said, eyes narrowing as they tracked the altered lines. “If we redistribute the brace like that, we’ll need to adjust the support angles or the whole thing’ll sag under the weight.”
You nodded once, “Okay, then we alter it here.” Senku reached for the pencil, missed, and smirked when he realised you’d already claimed it.
“Fine. Draw it.”
And you did. Your hands sketched quickly, mouths moving quicker as the two of you spoke over each other in barely-finished thoughts that evolved into barely-comprehended ones to the untrained ears of your friends.
“If we widen the base-”
“-we can increase the load.”
“Only if the hull flexes.”
“It won’t with Kaseki’s framing.”
“Then we’re good.”
By the end of the exchange, the lines on the page had turned into intersecting spirals of formulas that almost resembled the inside of a brain. For a moment, the shipyard faded from attention, no pulleys, no shouting, no clatter of wood and stone. Just the quiet hum of thought passing cleanly between two minds and it was in that moment you realised you had reached that peaceful, productive state you were so desperately aiming for once again.
You leaned back first, scanning the final configuration. “That’ll hold.”
And Senku followed not a beat later, eyes sweeping the diagram with a sharp nod. “Yeah. That’ll hold.”
He glanced at you first, finding himself admiring you in the silent way he always did. Your ability to keep up, your intelligence, your glimmering eyes. He’d never admit it when he did it, of course but he didn’t have to, because that prick-in-his-side mentalist had already made mental note of it for teasing purposes later. For when the scientist was being just that little bit too cocky.
You were the next to look up, catching the familiar set of his shoulders and that oddly calming presence that coaxed your anxiety into retreat, if only for a moment. And then that strange thing happened where for an instant you felt twelve years old, giggling beneath Senku’s linen covers with a dim flashlight pressed to yellowed pages decidedly not written for eighth graders, both of you whispering theories in the dark and hoping Byakuya wouldn’t scold you for being awake past bedtime again.
You remembered that one time you had gotten too excited.
Senku pieced together some absurdly complex chemical concept that prompted you to connect invisible dots about the neuro-chemistry of the brain. You jumped in exhilaration at the discovery – you couldn’t help it of course, you were a twelve year old kid giddy by the possibilities in a world yet to be explored. But you had accidentally knocked the flashlight in Senku's hand in the process, sending the metal flying against the fabric, and rolling down to the floorboards with a traitorous bang.
You remembered the way your eyes locked with his, wide and glassy and fearful with anticipation at the silence that followed. Then the footsteps began.
The clock began and the neural pathways fired. You were first to shove the manuscript under his pillow, Senku was next to roll the flashlight as far under his bed as he could manage, and you were last to send a jolting kick to his side that sent him clambering to the floor with a muffled yelp, just as the door flung open and you rubbed at your eyes, already mid-performance.
“What did I say about-...?” Byakuya's voice trailed off.
“What happened?” You murmured through a feigned yawn.
Senku sat up and rubbed his head, the white strands shifting against his fingers, “I must have fallen in my sleep.”
Byakuya stared at the two of you for a long moment, eyes flicking from Senku on the floor to the suspiciously rumpled bed, then back again once more. All culminating into the moment where, at last, he sighed.
“…You’re hopeless,” he rubbed at his temples. “Both of you. Go to sleep.”
The door shut. And you waited three seconds. Then four, before Senku’s head popped up from the floor, eyes bright and feral with that malevolent look of victory he did.
“See?” he whispered, still rubbing at his head with a slight moan. “Perfect execution.”
You remembered the way you had bit your lip to keep from laughing, shoulders shaking as you fell back onto the mattress with more force than necessary. “Good catching on.” you whispered back. “I’d say we always do our best work under pressure.”
Senku crawled back up beside you, careful now, movements precise as if the danger might still hear you breathing. And you watched, in the dark as he paused, then held out his fist, small and barely visible in his room absent of light now that the flashlight was a goner. It wasn’t a question, he had already made your mind up for you.
So, you found it without looking, your knuckles met his just as quietly as he raised it, before twisting sideways in a pinky looping hold.
Strange, you noted, how you found yourself pulled back to that memory after more than three millennia of its formation. Your scientifically trained brain couldn’t help but reach for a solution. Habituation theory explained how it was possible, even amid a room full of onlookers and noise. Nostalgia theory accounted for the sudden vividness, the way memories, when anchored to emotion could collapse time into something juvenile. And now the cocktail effect, the only thing to explain your sudden pull from the warm embrace of nostalgia at the simple call of your name.
“Y/n.”
It cut cleanly through the haze, sharper than any clang of shipyard metal or shouted instruction lost to the wind ever could. You blinked once as the construction yard snapped back into place around you, the heat and noise settling over you like it had just materialized from nothing.
And when you looked up, Senku was already there, like he always was – gaze flicking from the corrected diagram to you, then back again. The satisfaction in his expression settled into his posture in that subtle way only you ever seemed to notice, and it spoke more comprehensively to you than any words of a theorist ever could. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. But you knew what came next.
Because he had already begun lifting his fist at the exact same moment. Because it was never a question, he’d already decided, and somehow you’d agreed before the thought had fully formed.
Conditioning! Write that down later!
Senku huffed a quiet laugh at the blank look on your face, clearly clocking the delay. “You’re ten billion percent too smart for your own good.”
Your knuckles met his, quietly before twisting into a pinky interlocked loop.
“One of us has to be,” you murmured with a quiet laugh. “Good work.”
cws: its just me rambling about senku masturbating so if it doesnt blend/make sense all the time... shhhhhh ignore it. panty thief senku, senku crying, scolding, gagging, restraints, creampies (cause i cant help myself) (no established relationship.. he's just a pervert), vv rushed ending/aftercare, let me know if I missed anything!
I really only see Senku masturbating very infrequently. Partially because he lacks a sex drive, but also because he is extremely disciplined about where his time and energy go. Most physical impulses get filed away as background noise. If they become inconvenient, he ignores them. If they become distracting, he suppresses them. It takes a significant build up of tension before he finally decides dealing with it is more efficient than continuing to work through it.
Usually this happens after months of continuous focus.
Three or four months is not unrealistic. Senku is the type of person who can bury himself in his work so completely that his own body becomes secondary. Hunger, fatigue, and physical discomfort are already things he routinely pushes aside. Sexual tension falls into the same category—another biological process to be tolerated until it starts interfering with his ability to think clearly.
When that point arrives, the decision becomes purely practical.
A factory reset for his brain.
It almost always happens late at night.
Senku is lying on his back staring at the ceiling, mind moving too fast for sleep to catch up with it. Ideas keep colliding with each other—unfinished formulas, chemical ratios, plans for the next day...
But beneath all of that there is a persistent physical tension he can’t ignore anymore.
Once he acknowledges it, the conclusion is immediate.
Deal with it quickly. Go to sleep. Return to work.
He doesn’t romanticize the act at all. There is no ceremony to it, no drawn-out anticipation. One hand slips under the blanket and wraps around his cock with the same detached focus he would apply to adjusting a piece of equipment. His grip is firm but impatient, strokes short and functional because the goal is simply to finish as quickly as possible.
Efficiency governs everything he does, even here.
At first the only indication of what he’s doing is the subtle shift in his breathing. Slow inhales turning slightly heavier. His jaw tightens. His brows pull together in concentration. Sweat eventually gathers along his temple, damp strands of hair sticking against his forehead as his body gradually reacts to the stimulation.
He's not all too vocal.
Occasionally a soft grunt escapes him, or a muttered curse when his hips twitch involuntarily into his hand. But he’s careful. The last thing he wants is someone waking up and asking questions he has absolutely no interest in answering.
The closer he gets, the more his initial mechanical rhythm gives way to urgency.
His strokes grow faster. Less controlled. His breathing breaks into uneven bursts as the pressure in his abdomen tightens. His body responds before his mind fully catches up, muscles tensing as the sensation builds rapidly toward release.
When he cums, it hits him all at once.
Afterward he lies still, staring up at the ceiling while he catches his breath. His mind goes blank for a moment, like everything inside his head has finally gone quiet. His cock still twitches faintly in his hand, sensitive and warm, but the tension that had been building in his body is gone now. What’s left behind is a heavy, relaxed tranquility.
He gives himself a minute, maybe two, before cleaning himself up and moving on with whatever he was doing before. Most of the time, that’s the end of it.
But things change slightly once someone starts occupying his thoughts.
The difference is subtle. He still ignores the urge most of the time. He still treats the act as something purely functional when he finally gives in to it. Yet once there is a specific person attached to those impulses, the situation becomes more complicated in ways he does not particularly appreciate.
Your image starts appearing in his mind at the most inconvenient times.
What used to be something he did purely to kill the urge slowly shifts into something else entirely. Something he actually enjoys. And the first time he realizes that difference, it throws him off more than he'd like to admit.
He finishes harder—faster.
And afterward he just sits there for a moment, staring down at his own hand like he’s trying to analyze what exactly just happened.
He knows what happened, of course.
He just doesn’t like the implications.
Because once that connection is made—once his brain links that feeling to you—it becomes difficult to separate the two again.
And despite himself, he gets hooked on it.
You become the muse for his decidedly unscientific desires.
The first time he takes your panties, he genuinely doesn’t mean to.
It’s one of those impulses you act on without thinking, only realizing what you’ve done a second too late. The kind of mistake that immediately makes you go: I probably shouldn’t have done that.
But by that point it’s already too awkward to undo.
Returning them would raise questions. Keeping them feels just as questionable. And somehow the situation becomes worse the longer he stands there holding them.
So he keeps them.
At first he tells himself it was just a lapse in judgment.
But when the moment comes later—when he’s alone, tense, and the familiar pressure has started building again—he realizes he doesn’t regret taking them nearly as much as he thought he would.
The fabric ends up wrapped around his cock before he can really think about what he’s doing.
His hand closes over both at once, fingers tightening as he gives an experimental stroke. The material drags differently against him, softer, thinner, and the sensation makes his hips twitch forward instinctively.
He exhales sharply.
Then his hips start moving.
Slow at first, testing the friction as he thrusts into his own grip, the panties twisted around his cock while his hand works over them. It doesn’t take long before the image slips into his mind—of you instead. Your body wrapped around him, your warmth, the way your pussy would squeeze him every time he pushed forward.
The thought makes him far more sensitive than usual.
His rhythm falls apart almost immediately.
His hips start thrusting erratically, short uneven motions as he fucks into his own fist, trying to keep quiet while small whimpers and breathy sounds slip past his lips anyway. His grip tightens around himself, cock twitching hard every time his mind drifts back to the thought of you.
Feeling your panties wrapped around him quickly becomes one of his favorite sensations.
But that isn’t the only thing he does with them.
Sometimes he presses them against his face instead. He buries his nose right against the gusset of the worn fabric, inhaling deeply while his other hand palms himself. His strokes turn quick and desperate, dragging his hand over himself while his tongue presses against the spot where your scent is strongest.
The smell of you is overwhelming.
Warm, intimate, and completely intoxicating.
It fills his lungs until it feels like it’s suffocating him, and the effect it has on him is immediate. His head tips back slightly, jaw falling open as a silent moan escapes him, eyebrows knitting together while his eyes squeeze shut.
It makes his head spin.
So much so that he sometimes finds himself hesitating, unable to decide what he wants more—keeping them wrapped in his palm while he jerks himself off, or shoving them back against his face and breathing you in until his thoughts go hazy.
Eventually he solves the problem in the most practical way possible.
The next time the opportunity arises, he steals two pairs instead.
That way he doesn’t have to choose.
One stays wrapped around his cock while his hand works over it, the fabric catching every movement as his hips start thrusting into his grip again. The other he presses against his face, breathing you in while his strokes grow faster and sloppier.
It’s embarrassing how quickly it becomes routine. The way his body responds almost immediately the moment he has them in his hands.
At some point he even starts using them to muffle the sounds he can’t quite hold back, pushing the fabric between his teeth while his hand squeezes tight around his cock. The taste of your scent mixes with his saliva, making his head feel light, eyes watering as he breathes through his nose, the smell of you flooding his senses.
He looks completely wrecked like this.
Jaw slack, lips parted as soft sounds slip past them. His brows pull together, eyes squeezed shut while color spreads across his cheeks. There’s a pretty flush blooming across his face and down his neck as his hand works harder, grip tightening while he imagines the way your pussy would squeeze around him instead.
The thought alone nearly makes his hips stutter.
There are moments—brief ones—where guilt creeps in.
Especially when you come to him one day looking worried, talking about how some of your things have gone missing. Wondering out loud if there might be some kind of pervert lurking around the village.
He listens quietly while you talk.
Because technically, you’re not wrong.
There is a pervert.
Just probably not the one you’re expecting.
And despite the small flickers of guilt that surface every now and then, it never actually stops him.
Because he’s grown far too fond of it by now.
He likes the way your panties feel wrapped around his cock. Likes the way they smell. Likes the way the thought of you makes his hand move faster until he’s spilling sticky cum all over the fabric.
And then one day—
you catch him.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?”
Your voice cuts through the room like a blade.
Senku freezes instantly.
For a moment he just stares at you, eyes wide, brain struggling to process the situation he’s just been caught in. Your panties are still in his hand. His cock still half-hard where he’d been jerking himself off seconds ago.
“…Are you serious right now?” you continue.
There’s a strange tone to your voice. Not quite angry, nor amused.
Just… disbelieving.
Your eyes flicker between him, the fabric clutched in his hand, and the obvious mess he’s made of himself.
“So you’re the one stealing my stuff, huh?” you say slowly.
His brain short-circuits.
He opens his mouth like he’s about to explain. About to come up with something logical. But nothing comes out.
The embarrassment hits him all at once.
Heat floods his face, shame curling tight in his chest as he suddenly becomes very aware of how pathetic he must look right now. Your panties in his hand. His cock still twitching. The evidence of exactly what he’d been doing impossible to ignore.
You step closer, standing in front of him now.
And instead of sounding angry—you start teasing him.
You’re not actually mad—far from it, actually. If anything, the sight of Senku using your things like that does something strange to you. But you want to make him squirm a little first. Make him worry. Maybe watch him get a little flustered.
What you don’t expect is how hard it hits him.
“Oh wow,” you mutter, looking him up and down. “Didn’t realize you were that much of a pervert.”
The words hit harder than he expects.
Not because they’re cruel.
But because they’re true.
Senku has never really been scolded like this before. Not like this. Not when he’s already worked up, exposed, and caught red-handed.
His throat tightens, breath catching as something twists in his chest. He’s already wound up from moments ago, emotions running high, and now you’re standing there pointing it out like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
It becomes too much.
His eyes start to sting.
A few tears slip out before he can stop them.
You didn’t mean to make him cry that much. Maybe a couple stray tears, sure—but not this.
Still… the sight does wonders for your ego.
His eyes are a little bloodshot now, his nose slightly snotty, breath still shaky as he looks up at you. And instead of backing off, you find yourself kneeling instead—cooing gently as you start sliding your panties off your hips.
Your hand snake between you to wrap around his soft cock. It hardens instantly at your touch, a broken, helpless whimper escaping him as you stroke him, eyes still glossed with tears.
as you straddle his hips. Your bare pussy, slick and wet, presses against him, grinding slowly at first, letting him feel every inch of you, every drip of your slick, every small twitch of his hips beneath you. His tip nudges just perfectly against your clit, drawing another strangled whimper from him, and every so often you sink almost all the way down, only to pull back with a wet, satisfying pop. His groans and little whines fill the space, ragged and desperate, and you can feel him quivering beneath you.
You take your time. His chest rises and falls in uneven bursts, hands twitching, eyes screwed shut, little whimpers and choked noises spilling from his throat. Each sloppy, needy grind, each sloppy bounce of your hips drives him higher, and the room is full of the scent of him, of you, of the mess you’ve already made together.
The moment you finally sink fully onto him, he lets out the most obscene, pornographic moan you’ve ever heard in your life.
A sound you genuinely didn’t think he was capable of making.
Your hand flies to his mouth, pressing firmly, muffling the rest of his sounds, while you ball up the panties you threw aside and use them as a gag. Drool slips from the corners of his mouth, soaking the fabric. His tiny, garbled noises tumble out, desperate and broken:
“Mmff… ahh… p-pwease… mngh!”
He cries quietly, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, as you continue to ride him. Bouncing up and down, up and down on his cock, he can do nothing but take it.
His body convulses, little whimpers and muffled sounds still slipping out around the gag, while he feels you clenching tightly around him.
Afterward, you slide off gently, cradling his face in your hands. His eyes are red, a few tears still clinging, nose damp, and he curls instinctively into your chest. You kiss each tear away, gently wiping his face, whispering soft words into his ear—how amazing he is, how much you love him, how proud you are of him. He shivers, body relaxing into yours, and for the first time in a long while, he feels completely safe and cared for.
an: I am so insane for this man it needs to be studied... lord save me or I have sinned.
probably couldve done better on this one but its late and my brain is fried.
Summary: Astronauts in love attempt an interesting experiment on board without the crew knowing.
warnings: astronaut!reader, au!no petrification, established relationship, smut, scientific sex, p in v, zero gravity, protected sex, slight public sex, slight fingering, bites, fluff.
word count: 3.4k
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"Wait, just wait" From all the years that you knew Senku, it never occurred to you that he would think about this, specially in the current circumstances. "You want to do it in the space?"
Your relationship was kept secret for two reasons: first, because neither of you liked the obvious and annoying questions about it, such as 'When's the wedding?' or 'When are you going to have a baby?', which you both found very tedious. Second, because you two worked in the same space program: NASA.
The organization couldn't know anything about the two of you.
But...
The adored and acclimated scientist couldn't stop his mind for the most intriguing questions to ever exist.
What's it like to have sex in zero gravity?
And you, as his secret girlfriend, soon to be wife, were the only one who could help him discover that answer.
"Yeah" Senku was clueless of your confusion and surprise. "Think about it, because of Newton's third law, bodies would float and split with each movement, making it a difficult and complex experience that is more technical than enjoyable"
"A complex experience...", you repeated his words in astonishment.
"Also, any momentum may tear us apart because there is no friction or support. To stay in place, we must cling to walls, employ elastic bands, or use restraint bags." You looked at him while we wrote things in the whiteboard on your shared apartment, he was fascinated thinking of the problems and the solutions of the sexual activity. "And, do not forget about the body fluids such as sweat and lubrication, those would float in the air, requiring rigorous hygiene measures to prevent them from getting into the eyes or electronic equipment."
Each word was more outlandish than the last.
"And perhaps blood circulation changes, which could make arousal and erection more difficult. Also, sweat doesn't run off, so it could accumulate on the skin..., it might be uncomfortable." Senku mumbled the last part, but you heard them anyway.
For him, all of it was still a hypothesis based on studies on Earth, but that was what he wanted to discover.
To experienced it firsthand and get his appreciated answers.
He was so mesmerized by his theories that didn't noticed your complicity smile at him. "It's gonna be challenging indeed, are you ready for all of that activity?"
Senku's eyes were on yours immediately. "Of course, it's exciting!"
***
After a few weeks later, the spaceship reached the stars and the darkness of the space.
For the moment, everything seemed normal; everyone was doing their tasks and breakfasts, lunches and dinners passed calmly and humorously with jokes and stories that were regularly told.
Sometimes, the rest of the crew would ask questions about personal matters. Once, when questions about couples came up, Senku and you said you were in a relationship, but you never specified with whom. "Oh, what a shame, you two could work well together, you know?" the pilot commented while eating his pasta.
"If that were the case, they wouldn't be on the same mission," the commander commented.
You only snickered a little and kept eating your food in peace without attending Senku's gaze on you, because, deeply you knew he was waiting for the perfect moment to do your experiment.
If only you knew that Senku memorized everybody's schedule while waiting.
"Hey, what are you doing now?" He asked while you were in the free time you had scheduled at night. You did a lot of the measurements on the ship, so you often had your free time while everybody slept. A little habit of yours that Senku appreciated a lot right now.
You didn't lifted your gaze from the computer in front of you, "Mailings"
"How long will that take you?" You saw as he floated above you to his station and look through his belongings.
You shrugged, "I don't know, I'm also handling your email." You glanced up at him for a moment and then back at the screen. "A lot of people ask you all sorts of things, some about chemistry, some about calculations, and a huge number of your fans ask if you have a partner."
He sighed, "People is so noisy"
"Yeah," you snickered while typing, "Maybe you should start a podcast to help with their parasocial relationship with you"
"Are you crazy?" he approached your spot and deadpan, "Why would I do that?"
You shrugged while sending one of the many mails on your inbox and give him a quick look, "So they don't feel lonely and stalk you twenty four slash seven"
"I would prefer that they didn't fall in love with me, that's easier."
You snickered at his words, "Yeah, but we don't chose who to love or have a crush on, even if it's an online crush that leads to parasocial bonds", you stared at him, "As you say, feelings are illogical and messy"
He didn't replied, instead, he watched you as you kept typing on your computer in the silence of the spaceship.
Senku remembered the moment he met you for the first time. He thought you were clever, enthusiastic and the kind of person that did what needed to be done; his favorite type of people. You worked together because of the training and the constant investigations, and eventually, he appreciated your presence and the shared time, the shared coffees at 3 a.m in the lab, the constant shared looks, the complicity in your conversations and the trust, you had his vulnerability and so did he with yours.
Love.
He wasn't used to the word and to its meaning.
But it fit perfectly with what I felt in your presence.
It felt right.
We don't chose who to love...
That's what you said.
But we choose who to stay with.
And that wasn't illogical or messy for Senku when it comes to you.
You chose to stay with him and his ideas, his appreciation for science and his projects, especially when he wanted to do his experiments. You chose him above a more conventional partner, above a more romantic guy, above a lovey-dovey man that would gave you roses instead of chemicals or weird heavy metals.
You chose him.
And he chose you.
He looked at you and snickered at your attentive gaze on the screen and your fast fingers typing each answer to the question on your screen and sending it to its proper owner.
He approached behind you and you felt his hands roaming on your shoulders and his breathing in your neck and ear. "Senku" you warned him while typing and keeping your eyes on the screen, "We are close to the hallway, if the crew caught us in the middle of it, it's going to be a huge problem"
"I know", he caressed your skin through the clothes and you sighed, "So, keep it low, will you?"
As soon as he said that, he kissed the back of your nape and you let a little squeak. "I can, but remember to not leave marks"
He sighed. "Boring"
"Is not boring, is being careful, if the team finds out about our relationship, we would get scolded and you know that" you smiled while typing the last answer so you could give him your whole attention, "So no bites". Senku, in the meantime, took your pants off to make things quickly. "And since when do you want to leave marks so badly? You're usually the one to keep things quiet and in secret"
Senku bite his lip, "Nothing special"
"I'm not buying it" you looked at him over your shoulder as he played with the edge on your panties, "Spill it out"
He deadpan at you. "Later, let's focus on the experiment", he pulled your panties over your legs and they floated away with your pants, "Like you said, we don't have much time until one of them comes near"
You nodded and shut down the laptop on its station. "Yeah, let's hurry", you turned to him and helped him with his clothes; the task was a little complicated since gravity wasn't present, you had to pulled the clothes and they would remain in the place
"Good thing you said we needed to hurry" Senku smiled smugly at you while you pulled his pants off.
"Don't start, you know this isn't like Earth at all", you caressed his calves as you used them to impulse yourself to get to his face, "Is more complicated than I expected"
You laughed while helping him with his t-shirt that didn't want to come off and then he struggled to help you with yours. The room was filled with laughter until you two were completely naked.
"Well, noted" Senku sighed as he took your bra off and it flew away as the rest of the clothes, "Undressing is a pain in the ass without gravity"
"Yeah, you almost flew away with the shirt", you smiled at him and pulled his hand to get close to him, you used his forearms to approach and, once you were face to face with him, you hold his shoulders tightly and kiss him after weeks without the taste of his lips.
He hold your waist close to his as he felt the zero gravity separating you from him. He caressed your lower back and he tangled his legs with yours finally giving in your mouth. Senku really missed your lips, your kisses, your touches, everything. Being so close and yet so far from you stressed him a little.
So, after so long, he enjoyed the moment.
The clothes floated in the shared compartment as the heated sounds of your kisses filled the place while your hands traveled to every inch of his chest, neck and shoulders and his hands roamed your back, legs and quietly your entrance.
"I like the way you kiss me" you suddenly said when you parted the kiss and the saliva floated away from you two.
Senku, still in bliss, looked confused at your words. "Don't you usually do that?"
You smirked, "Yeah, it's just... I can tell you miss me" you hugged him by the neck and watched him close. "You are more eager than usual"
He huffed and held you close. "I'm not"
"Yes, you are" and you snickered and played with his even crazier strands of hair, "It's okay if you missed caresses and kisses, you know?"
Senku looked away from you for a second, "Don't be such a tease" he said and pressed your clit.
You hissed at the sudden touch. "You did that on purpose" and glared at him and saw his satisfied smile at your reaction.
"Why would I do that?", and he made circles with careful pressure in your entrance, "It's just to improve your arousal and make the experiment with ease"
"Yeah, sure", you sighed at the feeling and hold onto him for stability. When you looked up, your faces were so close one to another, you could feel his breathing on your face while his eyes studied you closely. You looked at his lips and licked yours. "Well, this will help with your arousal too", you bite his lips to tease him a little as your hands roamed through his body to his lower body area. "And this is to help you with your erection" you looked at him as you caresses and stroke his cock. Senku hold back a groan as the pressure on your clit increased a little, "Just to make the experiment with ease."
He smirked and keep his administrations on you by adding a finger inside you.
Moans filled the space.
Only the darkness and the stars witnessed the nature of human beings and their experiment inside that ship.
Two bodies prepared each other for the next step as clothes floated uncontrollably and a few drops of sweat and saliva flew slowly in the zero-gravity environment.
"Hey" Senku was breathless by your caresses on his member. He noted that, in fact it took a little longer to have his common erection while you stroked him than on Earth, but it wasn't that complicated as he once thought. "We need to keep going with the experiment"
"Yeah, right", you stopped your strokes and watch him closely, "So, how do we positioned ourselves? Right now we were lucky not to hit the walls around us"
"Simple" he started, "I'll hit it from the back and you'll get attached to the railing over there" he exhaled while grabbing your waist tightly but affectionate, "That way we'll have stability for the penetration."
"Got it" So romantic, you thought and bite your lip not to laugh at his bluntness. You looked around you and watched the railing he mentioned. You looked at him and, in quiet understanding, you pushed yourself with Senku's help and then he followed you next by impulsing himself.
The light bodies collided in the ship and the longing touches begged again for more.
Senku missed you, and he wanted to show you how much he did as words were inefficient to express it.
He caressed your forearms until he reached your face and grabbed your cheeks, kissing you once more, devouring your whole being and giving himself to you. He desired you as much as you did and he wanted you to know how grateful he was.
"Let me bite you" His eyes were vulnerable as his plea. "Just once, a place nobody knows"
You were speechless while nodding. Senku have had his vulnerable moments with you since you met him, but it always surprise you when he did. "Sure, do it"
When your words reached him, he proceed to find his spot at your collarbone and his lips placed there kissing, bitting and sucking meanwhile his hands grabbed your sides as support. You bite your lips hiding the sounds that wanted to emerge from you.
Senku really wanted to hear from you, but he knew you would try to hold back as much as possible so the crew wouldn't investigate the strange sounds. He kept applying his bites and marks on your clavicle as he felt your hands holding him in place so he wouldn't flew away as the gouts of your sweat.
Senku watched the mark he leaved on your collarbone satisfied with his job, "I'm done". He looked up and you were already watching him. Your eyes enchanting him for him to ask for that moment to last forever. "I... let's keep the.. experiment"
You nodded and you saw him looking for a floating object and he pushed himself to reaching it and then came back to your side. His movements were somewhat imprecise due to the lack of gravity while opening the little package, a condom.
"When did you packed that?". You were surprised at his preparations for the experiment.
"Since you said you wanted to do it"
You wanted to laugh so bad by his straightforward answer, "And they didn't find it?"
He opened it and a few drops of lubricant floated out of the package. "I hid it really well," he said using all his attention on it, letting the package disappear into the room, and starting to put it on. You hold him close and watched his hands working on himself. "You ready?", he sounded breathless.
You stared at him, "Yeah, I am"
He looked at you with attention and, with slow movements, grabbed your waist and turn you to the railing. You let a little sighed as you grab it and feeling his body on your back. "Does it turn you on when I turn you around?" He snickered as you whimpered when you felt his hands snuggling your lower back and your ass while his tip caressed the insides of your thighs, "Well, that's a new discovery"
You only could moan as you felt the anticipation "Just do it already!"
"So impatient" he snickered and his tip played in your entrance. Senku held you tightly as he positioned himself and entered slowly and careful, luckily for both of you, the condom had enough lubrication so it went in pretty easily.
He held you tightly and began to thrust with some difficulty.
You felt that it was different from Earth right away, but you let him take his time to get use to the lack of gravity.
At first, his rhythm was messy; Senku tried to find his rhythm by defying the laws of gravity. Meanwhile, he caressed your shoulder and use it for stability as the other grabbed your waist. "Can we make a scene?" He whispered in your ear while thrusting deadly slow for your liking. He sounded sincere, no mocking, no teasing, nothing, and after so much time by his side, you knew this was his vulnerable self speaking.
You turned over your shoulder to see him astonished. "Why would you want that? They will find out about us"
"I just..." He bite his lip like before. He didn't say a word. "Can you make it loud?"
He wanted to hear you, to make you his over and over. Thanked you for your company all over the years and the crazy things you two did together.
You nodded understanding and let the feeling guide you through all of it.
No more hiding.
No more restrictions.
You were each other's lover in this ship.
You were each other's partner in crime in this experiment.
Every movement, every thrust, every breath, every touch, every stare, everything was in slow motion in the space, in that ship, in that compartment.
You whined by the slow pace "Senku..., faster"
He panted, "It's a little complicated given our circumstances"
Heavy breaths, moans, whimpers and accumulated sweat on your bodies filled the little shared space between you two. This was the messier you have done this with him in your whole life and you had your mental notes of it.
"How you feel?" You asked a little out of breath.
He keep his complicated pace, "A little dizzy to be honest" he exhaled, "It's really challenging..., more than usual"
You nodded and hold your grasp in the railing and the wall to provide him more support. With your heart racing, you felt the ecstasy of the situation cloud your senses and you were close to touching the stars.
You two were already in space, but your senses made you feel unconstrained by nature and beyond the limitations of something as simple as oxygen.
You two against everything.
Senku pressed your shoulder tighter as before and you knew he was close as he also knew by the way you were squishing him over and over again when he pounded deeper.
"Be careful spilling anything" you teased while some whimpers escape from your throat that you couldn't hold back by the pleasure.
"I know" he said clenching his jaw while thrusting harder.
Your moans and whimpers became louder as the sensations overtake over you as you came and felt all the strength leaving your body. Senku followed close after you and caressed your forearms. "Well done" and he whispered in your ear, "I'm so proud of you". Senku kissed the back of your neck before pulling out of you and taking the condom off. He tied it so there's no gouts floating around to reveal what did you two just did.
Sweat clung uncomfortably to your skin as you felt heavy breathing in your chest while trying to recover from your heart's rapid beating. You grabbed his hand resting on your waist, "Stay", it sounded more breathless than you intended.
He hold you, "Of course", and he remained behind you as you two floated in the space.
Two bodies floating in the vastness of nothingness.
***
"Hey," the captain of the crew called your attention while floating to your station, "I heard some noise last night, do you know anything about that?"
You choked over your coffee and some gouts flew away from your mouth. You flushed a little still coughing, "I... I was, well, watching a movie with explicit scenes"
"Oh"
"Yeah, it had many scenes like that," you scratched the back of your head a little by reflex. In the hallway you saw Senku arriving to your spot until he saw the captain and he quickly stopped his tracks, "Emm... sorry if it was too loud"
He dismissed your comment with his hands, "Nah, don't worry about it"
Senku only smirked floating behind the cap, "Hey, Cap! Everything alright?"
"Yeah, sure" And he flew away. "Just be careful with sharing your stares in public, they call some attention to the rest of the crew"
Summary: Senku would never admit it, never in his whole life, but he adores your kisses. What if you don't kiss him for a day?
warnings: fluff, slight hurt/comfort and Senku's soft and oblivious.
word count: 1k
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"Senku" Chrome entered the lab where the aforementioned was working with your company by his side.
"Chrome" The scientist from the 21st century didn't lift his gaze from the calculations on his blueprint. He wanted to test something that would be illegal in his time.
Chrome looked at you first and then returned his eyes to his scientific friend. "What do you think about kisses?"
"Kisses are proven biological acts that strengthen the immune system by exchanging bacteria, also reduce stress by lowering cortisol and release a cocktail of neurotransmitters such as dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and which cause pleasure, attachment and emotional well-being with your partner."
"But... do you like them?"
You paid attention to that question; for some time you had wondered whether your partner, from the scientific world, liked them or not since you kissed him in many occasions through the day and he never complaint, but with Senku you never knew what could happen.
"Nah, I can live without them" he said still fixated in his blueprints.
You only looked at him without saying a word.
You pretended it didn't hurt you.
Why would, the fact that your couple doesn't care, affect you?
Chrome give you an apologetic look and you mouthed an 'doesn't matter' trying to Senku not to notice.
Okay..., Senku doesn't care.
Then no more kisses.
***
Morning came and Senku waited for you to wake up with a cup of tea prepared as usual. It was a routine none of you bothered to reject, so you kept with it.
"Hey" He call when he saw you with your messy hair. "Today we can do the hydraulic gear, that could help a lot for the next projects"
You stand in front of him and received your beverage. "That's sounds like a good idea" You drank a little and stare at him. "I'll go get Kaseki to prepare everything" and you left to the opposite direction.
Senku only starred your figure leaving his side in silence. Astonished.
Usually you received your cup of tea and give him a kiss as 'thank you'. But today, nothing of it.
Maybe she forgot, he thought while pouting.
But Senku forgot the cause and effect of things.
***
You were helping Kaseki with the blueprints and its pieces when Senku appeared.
Kaseki beamed with his presence. "Oh-ho-ho, look our progress!"
"Great job, old man!"
Senku's eyes went from the gear to you; usually, when he arrives, you kiss him right away and people laugh a little at the public affection.
Nothing.
And even Kaseki knew something happened.
***
"Gen" Chrome called the mentalist. "Do that card magic again!"
It was lunch time and people reunited to relax a little and to have fun. You were by Kohaku's side when Senku arrived with his plate. He sat next to you as always.
And waited for you to kiss him.
"Yeah, Gen, do it, please" Your attention was placed in the white and black haired man.
Senku pouted.
And the world became quiet.
Everybody stared at the scientist of the stone world stunned.
"Senku-chan..." Gen was the first one to recover. "What are you doing?"
Senku was confused. "What do you mean, mentalist?"
Gen blinked many times trying to come back to Earth.
"You are pouting"
Senku frown. "I'm not"
"Yes, you did" Chrome said after recovering from the expression in his teacher.
You only stared carefully.
***
It was the sunset.
You often watched it with Senku, but since he doesn't care, you didn't wait for him to go to your favorite spot.
The soft and cool breeze hugged you and the birds sang for your heart.
You felt unappreciated by the savior of the stone world, also your closest friend, also your boyfriend.
Why didn't he said something sooner?
You wouldn't have kissed him every day if you had known.
You wouldn't made it a routine if you had known.
You wouldn't done that, period.
"There you are" Senku's voice appeared in the middle of your thoughts. "I was looking for you"
You didn't look at him, "Why?"
Senku stopped in his tracks. "What do you mean why? We always do this 'cause it's healthy" He sat next to you. "It improves blood circulation, lowers blood glucose levels, and reduces minor ailments."
You didn't said a word for a moment.
Senku only thought about the fact that you didn't kissed him in the whole day. Even now its rare, you kiss him while admiring the sunset.
"What's wrong with you today?" He said bluntly as always. "You acted strangely"
You looked at your hands, you didn't want to see him so you wouldn't kiss him.
"I thought you didn't care" You mumbled.
Every moment.
Every kiss not given.
Every made sense now in Senku's mind.
You were mad of what he said yesterday at Chrome's question about kisses.
His rejection hurt you.
He hurt you.
If you knew that it was the complete opposite of his answer.
Senku didn't want to admit he liked your kisses.
Senku didn't want to admit he waits for them every day.
Senku didn't want to admit he's waiting for your lips to get in touch with his skin.
Senku didn't want to admit that he expected your affection, that it belonged only to him.
He couldn't tell you.
He wasn't a man for that kind of words.
He was bad at that, bad at feelings, bad at expressing himself.
He pouted.
It was a rare sight indeed for you and everybody to see.
You wanted to laugh, but you hold it in.
"I... If I have time I might get used to them, a little" He suddenly said.
He felt weird being that open with something so simple as kisses. Half-admitting he likes them, at least when they are your kisses.
You looked at him with shock on your face.
You snickered "Let's see if that's so true as you say"
Finally, you both enjoyed the last rays of sunlight as the moon appeared on the horizon, and you kissed him to conclude this tortuous day for the two of you.
Senku learned he can't live without your kisses.
And you learned that he pouts when he wants another kiss.
Summary: Senku has a girlfriend, but he won't say a word about who she is. His friends must find out who's this mysterious girl.
warnings: artist!reader, fluff, hickeys, minor suggestive themes, college!au, au!no petrification.
word count: 1.4k
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Everything started with a little mistake from the scientist.
A hickey.
We has in the college's laboratory as usual. Calculations here, messy notes everywhere and mysterious liquids all over the table. It was the normal sight for his friends to see, nothing out of the ordinary.
Senku explained to them his new experiment with strange terminology to all of them, they only nodded pretending to understand his overcomplicated words, when suddenly he turned to show something in the whiteboard and Gen saw it.
"HOLD ON!" He screamed. Every living thing on the lab stopped from working, even Senku completely stunned by the scream. "What's that on your neck?!"
The prodigy of science blinked once and then twice extremely confused, "My neck?". And his hand reached the place of everybody's attention. It was extremely subtle, but his eyes expressed the feeling of being caught.
Gen noticed. "Yeah, your neck Senku-chan" He insisted in the matter with a smile plastered on his face. The others eagerly awaited for Senku's response now that the topic had shifted from something complicated to gossip, and not just any gossip, but Senku's private life kind of gossip.
Senku didn't take his hand away from his neck now that Gen had revealed something he wanted to hide, even though, there was no point in hiding the truth, any excuse would be stupid and tedious, he just wanted to work in his project now.
Senku sighed. "A hickey".
His friends didn't saw that coming. They knew about Senku's bluntness, but they hoped to beg more for that kind of information. Even more thinking that he probably had a couple and never told them.
"What?" Taiju was astonished. And the question everybody had in mind. "You have a girlfriend?"
Senku rolled his eyes. "Yes, I do". He wanted to go back to the scientific discussion, but that was impossible after throwing that bomb on them. Senku wished he had worn something that would have covered his neck, that way he could have avoided this whole new argument.
"Since when?" Gen asked. The mentalist couldn't let this opportunity escape from his hands. It was juicy, sweet as honey, delicious as a Cola gossip. Opportunities like this weren't often after all.
"Doesn't matter"
"Of course it matters, we thought you didn't do relationships" Yuzuriha participated in the discussion. She was also in shock at the thought that there was a girl somewhere who had opened Senku's heart and stayed there. That the scientist let her stay.
"Believe me, I thought that too" Senku said shrugging. "It happens"
"Who is she?" Taiju asked excited.
"When did you met her?" Gen and Yuzuriha were also overjoyed and expectantly to know. This was like discovering that mars has martians. "How long have you two being together?"
The scientist was getting tired of the questions about his partner, but an idea appeared on his head. He smiled smugly to his friends, "If you are all so eager to know, discover it on your own"
All the joyful faces fell apart after hearing that.
"Find out who's my girlfriend"
***
The challenge was more complicated than they expected.
They spent the last two weeks observing the people Senku talked to when he was in his usual classroom, also following him to the casino and to the rooftop.
Nothing.
Two weeks completely wasted.
He was never seen interacting more than necessary with any of the girls in the extracurricular science class. He would simply explain the class and its topics, and then proceed to conduct his experiments with the others. Afterward, he would gather his things and leave. So perhaps she wasn't one of the girls in that class.
So then, who was Senku's girlfriend if she wasn't from that class?
Maybe that was the problem, they thought Senku could only be with someone from the scientific world, but what if she's not from any scientific careers?
What if she's from another class?
The problem was that Senku was with them all this time and there was no one they haven't seen before.
"I'm running out of ideas" Yuzuriha said while drinking her apple juice sat on a bench. "I haven't seen him interact with someone else except from us"
Gen looked at them, "But we can't give up yet, there's someone from this campus that gave Senku-chan a hickey!" He really wanted to know who was inside the scientist's heart. He knew Senku wouldn't lie about his relationship. Sure, he might be evasive on the topic, but he wasn't a liar.
"Yeah, but who?" Yuzuriha really thought about it. Senku's schedule was extremely predictable, precise and always on time, how did they missed something so important as a couple?
"Well, we still can't give up" Gen said. "Let's look at him closely then"
As days passed, they noticed that Senku checked his phone more often than usual. He sent tons of messages when he had free time and sometimes, took pictures, and sent them.
Once Taiju saw a picture of a drawing on Senku's gallery. The drawing was a chibi version of Senku and a girl with a little heart on top of them. Simple but cute. When Taiju talked about it to Yuzuriha and Gen, they thought about it for a long time.
Usually Senku didn't take pictures of his notebooks or drawings. He was practical, he wouldn't have wasted memory on his own notes. And second, a romantic drawing wasn't his style, not even close. So maybe that drawing was yours.
Gen, with his mentalist and psychologist's mindset, assumed you came from the art world after Taiju's discovery. This surprised him. Someone like Senku, a full-time scientist, with the opposite of that was a funny and maybe, just maybe, predictable thing he never thought possible.
But, well... Opposites attract. Or so he'd heard.
They were walking to accompany the prodigy scientist on his personal time he used in the laboratory when they heard someone else's voice with Senku.
"And what's that?" They heard a sweet voice. Your confusion sounded genuine, so they were right to point out you weren't from the scientific world. Gen instructed them to remain silent.
"E=mc2" They heard Senku's calm voice. He sounded relaxed, also focused, but there was a hint of unstrained that he usually hid from them. He almost, almost, sounded soft.
"What does that stand for?"
"It establishes that energy and mass are equivalent and convertible to each other, related by the speed of light squared"
"What does that imply?" They started to think you were like them. You were with Senku, but didn't understood his explanations.
A sighed from Senku. "You really need to pay attention to your classes" Even when he reprimanded you, he sounded calm.
"Why would I?" You laughed. "I have you if I need answers, plus, we can have fun every time you come over my place"
All of them froze in their place after hearing that coming out of your mouth. Now It was completely obvious you were his girlfriend, even Taiju understood that.
"I know you're outside the door" They heard Senku's voice. "Come here"
They entered the classroom and saw you sitting at the desk next to Senku. You were playing with his hair and made no attempt to hide what you said before.
"Who is she?" Yuzuriha asked.
Senku looked at you and then at them. "She's my partner"
"Hi!" You waved your hand with a lot of energy. "Finally I met you all. I told Senku I wanted to met you all, but he refused"
Gen was out of words. If he thought you were Senku's opposite professionally, it was now clear that you were also his opposite in terms of personality.
You were energetic, outgoing and cheerful.
How did you end up paired with Senku?
"Shocking, isn't it?" Senku's satisfaction knew no bounds; he knew his friends would never find you.
"How did you two met?" Gen asked as he could. He was still processing the whole situation.
"Oh, well, I was failing chemistry" You explained while blushing slightly and scratching the back of your neck. "Isn't that funny?"
"Oh, please, not the cheesy phrase" Senku frowned and looked away from all of you. Yuzuriha, Gen and Taiju swore it was the first time they heard Senku saying 'please'.
"It's funny! We found the chemistry between us" You smiled mockingly doing guns with your fingers.
"Stop, just stop" Senku took a deep breath. "Well, this is also the reason I didn't want you all to met"
"So cruel" You said acting hurt.
"It's shocking for me to see you with someone so different" Gen confessed.
"Well, life is boring without these kinds of attributes, isn't it?" Senku shrugged.
Taiju watched you intently. Somehow, you reminded him of someone else. But he simply let the thought fade.
synopsis: in which senku tells stories about you — which does nothing to change the fact that he undeniably misses you. 4.7k words
pairing: senku x maomao!gn!reader (there's no denying it, it's romantic now)
tags: canon divergence (slightly?), 70% flashbacks, reader is inspired by maomao from apothecary diaries, written as gn but i may have made pronoun mistakes along the way js lmk!, fluff, yearning senku but he doesn't know it yet (kind of) tw: self poisoning, suicide/self-harm jokes
(prequel to this)
"Come on," Chrome whined, tugging on the edge of Senku's dress persistently. "You never tell us anything about life before the stone!"
"I've already told you about the inventions before," Senku retorted, swatting Chrome's hand away. "All of the ones you asked for, by the way."
"Okay, that's true, but you never told us about your life before the stone," Chrome clarified.
Kohaku nodded in agreement. "All we know is that your father is the founder of our village. Were you as unpleasant then as you are now?"
"I feel like he was always like this, ever since he was born," Gen chimed in, biting off a piece of his meat on the stick he held over the fire. "I wonder if anyone even liked him."
"Anyone who did would have to have been incredibly stupid," Ginro mumbled.
Senku didn't really know what made him cave in. Maybe it was the way that this wasn't the first time that they had asked him to talk about his life before the petrification. Maybe it was the way they were so quick to assume things about his life without concrete proof.
"For the love of —" he sighed exasperatedly, heavily planting himself onto the ground out of irritation. "Fine!"
Chrome, Kohaku, Gen, and Kinro collectively blinked at the same time. They didn't actually expect that to work, not when it hasn't been working for the past two weeks.
"I'll tell you about my life before the petrification," Senku said, "but you have to keep your mouths shut and don't interrupt me with any stupid questions. Understood?"
Chrome and Ginro nodded eagerly. Even Kohaku and Gen fell silent out of curiosity. This would be the first time the stoic, logical scientist actually shared things about his life, and they weren't going to let that chance go away.
"I'll only talk about one thing," Senku clarified. "And it will only be about this one thing, since I'm planning on reviving them sooner or later, and you might as well learn about them now."
"Them?!" Ginro gasped, and immediately yelped when Kohaku knocked their elbow deep into his gut in order to shut him up.
Gen politely raised his hand, making Senku sigh again for what would seem to be the first of many that night. "What, mentalist?"
"Are 'they' a friend of yours?" He asked.
The question made the scientist fall silent. Were they friends? He barely even considered Taiju a friend, and he's known him for much longer than he's known you.
And there's no way what he feels for you is that of a friend. He may be more knowledgeable with science and facts, but he wasn't ignorant about how his biology reacts different around you.
"I guess you could say that," Senku said. The rest of those surrounding the campfire exchanged odd glances when they all noticed the softness that his tone took.
Which meant that his story was just beginning.
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The first time you met Senku was a memory that Senku could never forget, because he was the only one of the two of you that actually remembered it.
You were both in your first year of middle school, and Senku had once again stayed behind in his school's science laboratory to make some things that Byakuya would definitely scold him for trying to make at home. At least the lab was left basically unsupervised, leaving him to do whatever he wanted as long as he cleaned up after.
After another failed simulation of his rocket engine, he packed up and went home, his head deep into calculations and possible solutions for his trial today.
He didn't expect to hear manic giggling from the small patch of trees beside the exit of his school.
Senku was curious. Of course he was; it was part of the basic structure of his ingenuity as a scientist. He would not have become the person he is now without curiosity, as it was his biggest strength. (And weakness.)
He approached the source of the sound cautiously. For all he knew, it could be some escaped convict that's currently hiding out in the greenery of his school.
He pushed the branches away, revealing a kid.
Their back was turned towards him. Their white uniform was dirtied with lines of soil, hair decorated with the random stick or stray leaf.
They were hunched over something, muttering to themself and laughing. Based on appearance, they were definitely not an escaped convict, but with how they were acting, they might as well be one.
(As if he isn't the same way when he was passionate about something.)
The kid was stuck in their own world, giving not a single sign that they were aware of Senku's presence behind them. He slowly approached them, peering over their shoulder to see what they were so focused on.
Now that he was closer to them, he could make out a bit of their unceasing mumbling, catching a few worlds like "rare… effects… test it out…"
Once he got a better view of what they were holding, he could no longer stay silent. "You do know that's poisonous, right?"
That was enough to snap the kid out of their trance. They yelped and spun around, the momentum causing them to fall ungracefully onto the dirt. Their eyes, wide with shock, stared up at Senku, as his seemingly uninterested red ones stared back at them.
That was the first time you had seen this boy. You were a kid that was always in their own separate plane of existence, never talking to someone long enough to remember their names or faces. Despite his unnatural hair and eye color, you don't remember seeing anyone like him in your school, but you were wearing the same uniform.
"You know about poisonous mushrooms?" You said incredulously. Not even your parents, who have been putting up with your antics since you could read books about poison, ever understood your interests. They only understood enough to keep you out of harm's way — not that it always worked.
The boy shrugged. "It's not hard to tell. The colorful ones are normally poisonous, sometimes even by touch alone."
You shook your head, holding your bundle of mushrooms towards him. He instinctively recoiled, but that didn't deter you. "These ones are only poisonous through ingestion! I read somewhere that these make your head feel fuzzy and affects the way your brain perceives color. I can't wait to try them out later."
The boy blinked. Once, then twice.
"You're crazy," he muttered, his eyebrows creasing. He couldn't believe there was someone as stupid as you.
You waved his insults away. "These aren't poisonous enough to kill. I mean, whoever eats these would most probably sleep for almost two days, but it doesn't kill if you just eat small amounts of it. I'll be fine!"
"How do you know so much about mushrooms?" The boy asked.
You grinned, standing up and dusting your uniform off with your free hand. Your parents were sure to murder you once you arrive home wearing yet another dirtied set of uniform, but to you, it was worth it if you were able to keep these mushrooms.
"I'm an apothecary!" You proclaimed, tilting your head up high.
The boy offered you a blank look. "Apothecaries don't wander around school campuses hunting for poisonous mushrooms."
"There's no better way to develop an antidote than testing it on yourself!" You didn't let the boy's pessimistic view on your practices dampen your spirits. "There's nothing like the threat of your own life being ended to find the most effective antidote out there!"
His expression morphed into something discreetly concerned. "You're insane."
"I prefer the word 'eccentric,'" you countered, weaving around him to leave. "Only geniuses would appreciate my dedication to my work."
Your last words were said as a murmur, obviously to yourself and not to him, but he froze nonetheless. Did you just assume that Senku was… stupid?
Despite being closed off and not having that many friends, there was no doubt that Senku had pride. Pride as a scientist, a soldier of technology, and a genius. The fact that you had indirectly demoted him to the status of an average person because he had said nothing but insults about how you do your craft hit a spot Senku refused to acknowledge existed.
"Some poisons have long-lasting side effects," he said snarkily. "Your own perception of color could be permanently altered depending on the strength of the mushroom's poison. Even worse, you could partially paralyzed."
You stared at him, eyes blank and unreadable.
Then you turned away without saying a single word.
Senku sputtered, slightly tripping over an overgrown root as he tried to catch up with you. "Wha — hey!"
You had gone back to your mumbling, your pace unnaturally fast for a small kid. You left Senku in the dust made from his own ego and audacity as he keeled over and started wheezing. For someone with a strong brain, he sure sucks at any kind of physical activity.
"Wait!" He called out, weakly reaching a hand out in a pathetic attempt of stopping you from leaving.
You finally turned, tilting your head at his distraught state. You had just stepped out of the gate, and he was already winded? What a weak kid, you noted.
"I'm a scientist," he said, finally gaining enough of his composure to straighten his back and lift his chin up high. "I can help you with your mushrooms."
You frowned. You couldn't really recall if there was ever a time where someone willingly offered to help you with your "weird" interest. "How do you plan on helping me?" You asked.
"I can help you develop antidotes," he offered. "I'm knowledgeable in chemistry and biology, so it would be easier for you to make an antidote, thus giving you more opportunities to test out poisons."
Putting a hand beneath your chin, you gave a moment of thought. It would be helpful to have another person of science working with you.
Maybe I can even try out stronger poisons now that I don't have to be completely mobile to administer a cure! You thought gleefully.
"Deal!" You chirped, holding out your hand. Your palms and fingers were stained with clumps of dirt, and Senku physically recoiled at the sight.
You looked down at your hand, suddenly aware of how dirty it was. "We'll shake on it tomorrow when my hand's clean! I have to head home. See you around, scientist!"
You gave him a single wave, before you launched into a sprint, obviously looking forward to working on the mushrooms in your house.
Senku slapped his hand on his forehead, shaking his head back and forth indignantly. What the hell did he just get himself into?!
He resumed his more relaxed trek home, his mind going back to his rocket model and more improvements, but now, his thoughts occasionally circled back to you — you and your messy uniform and beaming smile.
Then, he realized.
I don't even know their name.
Senku, at the time, didn't really understand why he was so hellbent on getting on your good side. You were just some random kid that he's known for less than an hour, but he was willing to put his dignity as a proud scientist on the line just for you to not card him off as another average person.
Whenever Taiju or Byakuya asked why he tried so hard to get close to you as he grew older, he had simply said that he didn't want you insulting his intelligence, since he was smarter than people who were even as old as his dad. But now, three thousand years later in a new world, he knew exactly why he sought for your companionship so much. It was the same motivation that drove him to look for your statue, somewhere out there, separated from his over the centuries that you've both been in stone.
From then, when you were kids, even until now, you had been the only one who didn't make him feel like an anomaly in society. Of course, he wasn't ashamed of how much smarter he was compared to the average adult, but he knew that his ingenuity also put up invisible walls between him and kids his age.
Though he may be the most logical child — or person in general — that you would ever meet, he was still inherently a human. Humans thrived on connection with others, because they were social beings. All humans, no matter how young or old, no matter how normal or twisted, will always seek human connection, whether consciously or otherwise.
Now that he had the chance to forge an alliance (because Senku would rather die than call it a friendship) with someone who was as passionate and knowledgeable in an aspect of science as he was with the entire subject, he subconsciously grabbed onto the chance and didn't want to let it go.
When young Senku arrived at his home, his father immediately noticed something was different about him. Byakuya could tell that his son seemed… hopeful.
"Did anything interesting happen today?" Byakuya asked lightly, peering at him over an old newspaper.
"I met an apothecary," he announced. "They're very odd."
"Like 'Taiju' odd?" Byakuya said teasingly, but Senku shook his head, ever the serious child.
"They're another plane of odd, but… they're like me."
The last part of the statement was so soft that Byakuya barely caught it.
"What do you mean, Senku?"
The kid shrugged, any ounce of childlike softness that had surfaced just a few moments ago already gone, as quick as it had arrived. "They're passionate about poisoning themselves."
Without any further elaboration, Senku retreated to his room, ready to work on his rocket during the time he had left before Byakuya would force him out to eat dinner.
"'Like you,' huh?" The older man mused, staring outside the window. The sun had began to set, which meant that he should get started on dinner soon. "I hope you find a friend in them, Senku," he muttered to himself, smiling slightly as he stood up and rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work on food.
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Over the course of the next few months in your first year of middle school, you found yourself spending a lot of your free time with Senku. Through him, you met Taiju, the brawn. You thought that him and Senku complimented each other perfectly; that is, Taiju was nothing short of an airhead.
"Why would you try to eat that?!" Taiju cried, slapping another kind of brightly-colored mushroom out of your hands just as you were about to pop it in your mouth.
A scowl immediately replaced the once blissful expression on your face at the idea of digesting a new kind of fungus. "Taiju, we've been over this! I'll be fine! I just want to see how strong the effects of the poison are before our dear scientist administers an antidote!"
Senku rolled his eyes from behind his monocle (of course he had a monocle), examining the piece of the suit he was developing for Byakuya in order to help him with swimming to pass the astronaut qualification exam. "As if I would give you the antidote, apothecary."
"You always do," you sang, snatching the mushroom from off the ground again and putting it in your mouth before Taiju could stop you. Unlike either of them, you were a perfect balance of physical and mental strength; your reflexes outmatched both of Senku's and Taiju's combined. "Don't worry! I swear to you that I'll always come back alive!" You shouted through a mouth full of mushroom.
"No!" Taiju lunged forward, albeit quite dramatically, tackling you and making you both fall to the floor of Senku's bedroom slash lab. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, trying to squeeze it to make you cough out the mushroom.
But it was too late. You had already swallowed.
You swiftly elbowed Taiju in the stomach, trying to get him to let go, but he didn't even wince. Stupid meat shield.
"How are you feeling, apothecary?" Senku asked monotonously, not even bothering to turn around to make sure that you were okay. However, his hand was already reaching for the antidote that you made before you decided to eat the mushroom.
"Vision is getting blurry," you noted, grinning. "There's also a ringing in my ears, and I'm losing feeling in my fingertips." After a pause, flexing your numbing fingers, you made your conclusion. "I'm about to lose consciousness in less than twenty seconds. Please administer the antidote."
With that, you grew limp in Taiju's hold, and Taiju immediately let you go to make you lay down flat on the floor, brow creased in worry. You had done this a dozen times in front of the boy, leaving him trained in handling it, but he never really stopped worrying for you. It was stupidly sweet, you couldn't lie.
"Senku, you heard them! Give the cure!"
"Shut up, you big oaf, I'm doing it," Senku sighed, standing up and walking over to your body, kneeling over you and forcing the liquid into your mouth. He put down the bottle to massage your throat, trying to make you swallow. His other hand was on your wrist, his pointer and middle finger pressed on your pulse point to track your heartbeat.
He felt your throat move reflexively beneath his hand. He couldn't help the small feeling of relief that let made his shoulders sag almost imperceptibly.
"Are they okay?!" Taiju asked, looking over Senku's shoulder.
"Pulse is stabilizing," Senku muttered, more to himself than to the boy hovering behind him. "Breathing is evening out as well. They'll be fine; they'll wake up in a few hours or so."
Taiju let out a big sigh of relief as he leaned backward, sitting down heavily on the ground as if he was the one who had administered the cure. "Thank the gods they're gonna be okay! I should put them on the bed so they'll be comfortable when they wake up!"
He immediately reached forward, aiming to do just as he suggested, but Senku stopped him. "Just leave them there, you big oaf. If they wanted to be on the bed, they would have sat on the bed before they drank the poison in the first place."
Taiju hesitated, tilting his head in conflict as he battled between his thoughts and the suggestions of the smartest person he knows — well, now one of the smartest people he knows. "Are you sure that's fine?"
Senku sat back down on his desk chair, clicking through various websites displaying graphs that made Taiju's head hurt just thinking about looking at them. "They'll be fine there. Just go back to molding the plating for the suit. I still have to work out new simulations."
"Alright, if you say so!" The strong boy spared you one last glance before grabbing the aluminum sheet that he had before you had passed out, deciding to just work near you in case you wanted company when you woke up.
Senku mentally scoffed. Stupid oaf.
He let you stay unconscious on the floor of his bedroom, knowing that you preferred the feeling of the cool wood beneath your body whenever you were passed out because of a new poison.
Not that he left you there for that reason. Totally not.
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High school arrived faster than anyone had anticipated — except for Senku, obviously. The demon probably counted down the seconds from the end of their middle school to their first day in high school.
Luckily, the three of you had gone to the same high school, which was the sister school of your middle school. During your first year, you had met Yuzuriha, a sweet girl who was insanely good at arts and crafts. Taiju had been the one to introduce her to the group, and she quickly became part of your odd little circle of individuals. Along the way, you had noticed that Taiju had developed feelings for her, and Yuzuriha felt the same.
Now, it was only a matter of when either of them would cross the line.
Other than that, you were still close friends with Taiju, Senku, and now Yuzuriha. Growing up into a taller, smarter version of yourself did nothing to pacify your obsession with poison. All it did was make you bolder, and Senku's hair would have turned white a long time ago because of you if it weren't for the fact that his hair was… you know… genetically white already.
Due to your insanity and Senku's aloofness, most people kept their distance from your group. Although it made you seem like a bunch of nerds and weirdos (which, let's be honest, you were), at least you weren't tortured with being approached every day by new people hoping to be friends with you.
You already had your circle of friends, and that's enough. It took you a long time to even warm up to Yuzuriha, and you were still in the process of doing so. The thought of adding someone else to your group sent shivers down your spine.
You were with Senku in the lab, as usual. Although it was technically club time, Senku simply worked on his own thing despite being the head of the science club, leaving the rest of the members with basically free time on their hands.
He was muttering to himself about something as he peered into the microscope, while you were doing the same on another table, but you were currently making an ointment for the rash that appeared on your back a few days ago as a side effect from another mushroom you decided to eat. Your antidote had done well in keeping your heart from stopping, but it left the non-lethal side effects for you to deal with separately. So fun.
Taiju barged in, slamming the door open as he announced, "Senku! I will confess to Yuzuriha today!"
You looked up from your work and grinned at him. "Finally. Don't mess it up."
Senku, on the other hand, look at him as he replied, "Great, do you want this potion I made? It makes you irresistible, and it boosts your confidence level by two billion percent." He grabbed a beaker filled with a strange fluid and held it out for the boy to take.
You watched Taiju consider it for a moment, before he cemented his resolve and shook his head with a determined frown creasing his eyebrows. "Thank you for the offer, Senku, but I won't need it today! It's either she likes me back or she doesn't — whatever comes next should be up to her and how she truly feels!"
"Bravo," you nodded in approval, giving him a small round of applause for his awareness. "Good luck, Taiju."
He smiled at you. "Thank you!"
With that, he left the lab.
"Yo, Senku, does that potion actually work?" One of the club members asked.
An evil grin spread on Senku's face as he poured the liquid out into the drain. "No, this is petroleum."
You perked up. "Do you still —"
"No, I'm not giving you any of that," Senku interrupted you, giving you a scolding glare. "One of these days, your organs will stop from the amount of stress you put them under."
Huffing, you deflated into your chair and rolled your eyes. "Boo. No fun."
You soon engrossed yourself in your work, while Senku decided to take a little break by the window, sipping on his drink while he watched his friend confess to his crush.
Then the flash of green light came from the distance.
He turned to you to warn you, to make sure you would be safe.
You looking back at him in confusion was the last thing he saw before the stone swallowed him whole.
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The people surrounding the bonfire were silent. The only sound heard was the crickets and the crackle of the burning wood.
"So that's what happened to you when the petrification happened," Gen hummed softly. For once, there was no tint of mischief or manipulation on his face; his expression was simply neutral, neutral in a way that only a person who knew how it felt to turn to stone could have.
Senku scoffed out a laugh, but it wasn't humorous. It did nothing to alleviate the tension that lingered in his frame ever since he started his storytelling. He couldn't believe that he actually let himself be convinced to tell your story, like you were some kind of legend that could only live through memory.
"Senku," Kohaku started. Her voice was unnaturally soft, with a feeling akin to pity. Senku didn't like it. "If you were able to develop the revival fluid, then why haven't you revived them yet?"
"You think I wouldn't have done that already if I could, lioness?" Senku said, voice void of emotion as he stared at the flame in front of him. "I haven't been able to find their statue. The change in terrain during the past thousands of years seemed to separate us far enough for them to go to a place that I can't reach yet, not with our current tools and situation."
"It would be good to have someone good at medicine with us," Chrome muttered, adjusting his headband. "Maybe they can make the all-cure drug faster than we did!"
Senku let out a chuckle. "Nah, they don't really dabble in pharmacy. They'd probably make some other kind of remedy, purely out of the plants that they could find."
The thought made Chrome's eyes sparkle. "So they're a scavenger too?! That's so cool!"
"I wish they were here so we could meet them," Suika said sadly, sniffling a little bit as she slowly recovered from the tears that she shed from Senku's stories. "They seemed like a good person."
"Yeah, they are."
Chrome stood up, grinning with a determination that only he could have. "Senku, I swear to you that we will do everything we can find them and revive them!"
Senku stared at him. His words sparked a memory.
"I swear that I'll always come back alive!"
The scientist couldn't help but throw his head back in laughter. "If you want that to happen, Chrome, then you better work two billion percent harder tomorrow so we can make the phone!"
Ginro groaned dramatically, flopping on the ground. "Look what you did, Chrome! Now we're subjected to more labor because of you!"
"We have to do whatever Senku wants either way, since he's the village chief," Kinro reminded his brother. "Rules are rules."
While the rest of the circle conversed with each other, Senku slipped away from the gathering as he made his way to the observatory. The turmoil of the entire exchange made the exhaustion sit heavier on his bones, and he needed an ample amount of sleep for his brain to function to its highest potential tomorrow as they continue the reinvention of the phone.
As he laid back with the blanket pulled over his chest, he stared out at the open sky, watching the stars glint in the black night.
He was participating in this war against Tsukasa for multiple reasons; ownership over the Cave of Miracles, diplomacy, resources, manpower… the list goes on. The whole village knew this, which is why they were all willing to help him.
However, there was one more reason that he decided to keep to himself. After endless calculation and prediction based on how much the land has developed during the petrification, where he was originally, where he found Taiju and Yuzuriha, and where their school once was, Senku was over eighty percent certain that your statue was hidden somewhere deep in Tsukasa's territory. If he wanted to find you, scanning that whole area would be the best place to start.
"I swear that I will find you," Senku whispered to the stars, as if they could somehow convey his message to wherever you were hidden. "No matter what it takes. So hold on for a little bit longer for me, apothecary."
He closed his eyes and let himself sleep. That night, he dreamed of your eyes, and how much he yearned to see them open once more, free of stone.
notes: i wrote this in a lot of intervals, which is why it might seem inconsistent at some point. get me someone who yearns like senku. prequel to this, so if you haven't read it, give it a shot! hope this was worth the wait, thank you to all those who showed love for this little idea of mine <3
synopsis: in which the kingdom of science was not prepared to meet someone as crazy — scratch that, even crazier than senku himself. 2.4k words
pairing: senku x maomao!reader (can be read as platonic, but written with romantic interests in mind)
tags: canon-divergent, fluff, crack, reader is inspired by maomao from apothecary diaries, soft!senku, gn reader, tw: self-poisoning, suicide jokes
(prequel is out now!)
When Senku said that he would be reviving someone crucial to their plan of bringing back all humans from stone, everyone from the Kingdom of Science developed their own image in their head.
Chrome imagined another genius like Senku, someone who can help create things that seemed like magic.
Kohaku expected an athlete, meant to do the heavy lifting that she normally found herself doing for Senku and his experiments.
Ginro shook at the thought of a leader, commanding and terrifying and ready to rule over the Kingdom of Science with an iron fist.
Obviously, Senku thought it was unnecessary to explain who he was actually planning on reviving and what they were like, because no one expected him to emerge from the thickness of the forest with someone like... you.
You, who looked as normal as could be, save for the cracks etched upon your skin from the de-petrification process.
"Senku... who is this?" Kohaku asked. Typical of her, one of the only ones who had the guts to openly question the scientist's judgement.
Senku grinned like he had just uncovered diamonds (and to him, maybe he did). "This, ladies and gentlemen of the stone world, is the capable apothecary back from the modern world."
You had smiled and nodded at them, introducing yourself. "Nice to meet you all. I look forward to working with you."
Gen was the only one who was actually wary of you — you, who did not seem fazed at all when you came out of the petrification to find yourself in a world that has descended into over three thousand years without a single human soul from the modern world.
From his experience, the only ones who had that kind of reaction to this new age were the ones that had a couple of screws loose in their brains, much like Senku.
If only he had followed his gut.
After you had explained to the rest of the Kingdom of Science what an apothecary was, little Suika was eager to learn form you as you wandered through the forest together in search for herbs. Senku had your own clinic constructed beside his lab, where you kept various leaves and plants that you thought would be useful.
It took a few weeks for you to properly settle in and get used to the difficult simplicity of things, but once you did, Senku knew that he had to keep a tighter leash on you.
"Kinro, Ginro," he had told them one day when you were holed up in your clinic. "While you're guarding the village, make sure that the apothecary doesn't leave the area."
Ginro had tilted his head, confused. You kept to yourself most of the time, sure, but you seemed harmless to him. "Why?"
Senku shook his head. "Trust me, you do not want to see what would happen if they're left unsupervised."
Nonetheless, Kinro and Ginro nodded. It was part of the rules to be wary of outsiders anyway, so Kinro had no problem keeping an eye on you.
But of course, even the strict Kinro could sometimes slip, especially with someone as sneaky as you under their watch.
They didn't even notice you were gone until Gen went into the clinic one day to bother you, only to find it empty.
He thought that bringing it up with Senku would be no big deal, and that he would probably know where you were.
Until his news of your sudden disappearance caused Senku to look up from his messy science-y notes so fast Gen knew that man had to have gotten whiplash.
"Get Suika, Kohaku, and Chrome and tell them to search the forest," he barked, storming out of his lab like a man on a mission.
Gen stumbled to keep up with him, eyebrows pinching together. Why was Senku, the normally logical, overall detached scientist, act like you not being here was a war crime?
Gen began to question how much you really meant to the scientist. Obviously you were something to him, seeing as you didn't have extraordinary skills, and yet you were still one of the very few people that Senku decided to revive.
Either way, this level of overprotectiveness is crazy! Gen thought.
"Wha — What are you gonna do?!" The mentalist sputtered.
"I'm gonna have a word with the bodyguards," Senku grumbled, and he didn't wait to see if Gen left to do what he was told (he did leave — no way did he want to deal with an angry Senku) before he approached Kinro and Ginro at the end of the bridge.
"I thought I told you to watch the apothecary!" He said, his voice shaky and maniacal, the way it always sounded when he was stressed about something. "They're gone!"
Kinro was the first to speak up this time. "I apologize for losing sight of them, but guarding the village is our number one priority. If they leave the Kingdom of Science, which is not technically part of the village, then it is not really our concern."
"They could be anywhere doing gods know what!" Senku threw his hands up, one raking through his hair.
"They — They couldn't have gone that far," Ginro reassured, but his hands were shaking the spear that he held. "They're probably still around the area, gathering their herbs or something!"
The statement was meant to reassure Senku.
It did not.
"Shit, what if they come across...?" Senku began mumbling to himself, walking away as he dived deep into his thoughts.
In the end, it was Kohaku that found you.
In a not so good condition.
"They're unconscious!" Kohaku called out as she came out into the clearing of the Kingdom of Science with you in her arms. "There are weird, soapy things coming out of their mouth."
Senku almost tripped over himself to get a better look at you. There was foam on the corners of your purple lips. Your skin was deathly pale, and your chest was barely rising.
But you were alive, that was the good thing. Keeping you alive would be a different challenge.
"You stupid apothecary," Senku laughed, but there was no humor in his voice.
Despite his... less superior strength, he took you out of Kohaku's arms and brought you to your clinic, laying you on the stretcher on the ground as he rummaged through your shelves of remedies and herbs.
"This is why you can never leave my sight," he said, more to himself than you. "Who knows what you find in this forest? The plants are different from how they were three thousand years ago, of course you'd be curious of its properties. Of course you'd test it on yourself."
He found a bottle you had labeled "generic antidote" and snatched that one.
He pulled the cork out with his teeth and brought the lid of the bottle to your lips.
"No."
He paused his movements when he heard you. Your words were more air than voice, but he had heard you nonetheless due to your proximity.
"Your lips are purple, you're foaming at the mouth, you're deathly pale, and you're barely breathing," Senku listed down. "That's the generic effects of poison. What's wrong with the generic antidote?"
Your eyes cracked open, and Senku almost recoiled in shock.
"Your eyes are black."
Sure enough, even the part of your eyes that were supposed to be white were almost fully coated in black, like you had put on contacts.
"Different... poison..." you muttered, like speaking was the hardest thing you ever did in your life. "White petals, salt... the green paste in the small bottle. Grind 'n boil 'em 'until 'til they bubble."
"Is there enough time for that?" Senku asked, but he was already reaching for the ingredients. His hands moved with lightning speed, determined to give you the antidote.
"Yeah... got lots of time..." you had started to fade into unconsciousness, but Senku was quick to lightly slap your cheek.
"Oi, stay awake, stupid apothecary," he commanded.
"Yessir," you slurred slightly, a weak grin on your face.
The preparation took forever, when in reality it only took around twenty minutes until he had a strange concoction in a bowl, ready for consumption.
He knelt beside you, pushing you up into a sitting position so the antidote would travel around your body faster.
With one hand behind your back and the other holding the bowl, he brought the antidote to your lips. "Open up."
You drank obediently, your face faintly scrunching up at the expectedly awful taste, but you had finished everything in the bowl.
"Good." Senku laid you back down. "Now you can rest."
He didn't even need to tell you that; you were already knocked out the moment you had drank the last of the antidote.
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Throughout the rest of the day, various people came to check in on you, asking Senku how you were doing and if you were alive.
He was quick to snap at all of them, telling them that you would recover faster if it was quiet. Obviously that wouldn't really change anything, but they don't need to know that.
You woke up late at night, your head feeling like a balloon and your body feeling like lead.
Senku perked up from his seat on the side of the clinic when he heard you groan, immediately standing up and kneeling by your side.
"You good, apothecary?" He hated how worried his voice sounded; a scientist like him shouldn't be chained down by emotions.
But you literally just poisoned yourself, so could you really blame him?
"I..." It took you so long to finish your answer that Senku was convinced that you had fallen asleep again, until you bolted upright with the widest grin on your mouth. The contrast of your bright smile with your pale face and bloodshot eyes made you look like a character straight out of a horror game. "I feel great!"
Senku blinked. "Huh?"
"Did you get the flower that I ate?" You started rambling, pulling at your sleeves to examine your skin, as if looking for residual poison. "I knew that there would be new kinds of natural poison around here since it's been a couple hundred years, but wow! That flower was unlike anything I've ever tested —"
Your eyes suddenly snapped to Senku's. "Did you record how long it took for me to pass out? How long it took for the antidote to take effect? My symptoms? How close I was to death?"
Senku was in disbelief, to put it lightly. He knew from the moment that he met you that you were as passionate about poisons as he was about science, but he forgot how actually insane you were.
"It took you eight hours to recover, but that doesn't include the time from when the poison started to take effect to the time that Kohaku found you," Senku replied, not to answer your question, but to scold you. "What have I told you about trying poisons out without telling anyone?! What would have happened if I didn't tell the Kingdom of Science to look for you?!"
You waved his concern away like it was unnecessary (it was very much necessary). "My heartbeat would have been slow enough to not even be detected by a machine, my chest would barely rise, but I was confident that I wouldn't die. I'm immune to most poisons."
"Well, obviously not this one!" Senku groaned. He felt like pulling his hair out. "You could have died!"
You put your hand to your chin, suddenly deep in thought. "What if the flower gives you the effects of death, but in reality, it doesn't actually kill you? Or what if it does kill you, but giving an antidote can basically revive you?" You muttered.
It was like Senku wasn't even there!
He slapped the back of your head, hard enough to pull you out of your brain but not hard enough to actually hurt you. "Stop that! Stop plotting ways to commit suicide! You're grounded until further notice!"
"But Senku!" You whined, clutching the front of his shirt like you were begging for your life rather than freedom to roam through the forest and find more lethal poisons. "This is the pinnacle of poison discovery! I'm the only one alive that has true experience with poison, and I could find new ones that'll be named after me and carry my legacy for generations!"
"I understand that discovery comes with risk, but this is neither necessary nor calculated risk on your part!" Senku retorted, flicking your hand away. "Kohaku was already caught off guard when you were surrounded by strange, purple flowers!"
The silence made Senku sweat. He should not have said that.
Before he could react, you were already out of the cot, dashing out of the clinic. The fire in front of Chrome's storage facility was still alive, which meant that there were still people awake in the Kingdom of Science.
You spotted a familiar head of blonde hair. "Kohaku!" You called, dragging her name out as you ran towards her, your smile as maniacal as your laugh as you evaded Senku, who was shouting at you to get back to bed.
You slid on the ground, stopping right beside Kohaku. You grabbed her shoulders and made you face her. "Do you remember where you found me? Did you get any of the flowers that you found me with? Do you —"
"Do not answer any of their questions!" Senku interrupted, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you up. "It'll only encourage them to test stuff on themself!"
The rest of the people surrounding the campfire — old man Kaseki, Chrome, and Gen — stared at you in horror. You thrashed around in Senku's arms, but ultimately gave up when his hold on you never faltered. For a scientist who normally lacked physical strength, he sure was good at keeping you in place.
"I knew there was something wrong with you," Gen muttered, a scared smile spreading on his lips.
"This is bad," Chrome moaned, clutching the sides of his head like he just found a live bomb. "I thought the apothecary was tamer and more mature than Senku. Turns out they're just as bad!"
"No," Kohaku shook her head, watching Senku drag you back to the clinic where he would undoubtedly imprison you until you were fully recovered and properly confined within the Kingdom grounds. "They're worse."
Kaseki sighed, tending to the fire. "At least young Senku is there to keep them in line. It seems he cares about them very much."
Gen nodded. He may have missed you being a complete suicidal maniac, but that's one thing he was sure of: despite your tendencies, Senku was always there to make sure you never actually "step into the light", so to speak.
And he's pretty certain that will not change any time soon, not even in the stone world.
notes: i finished apothecary diaries before i started dr stone, which is where i got the idea to combine the two, in a way. hope you enjoyed reading! <33
Hey idk if ur request r open or not but I wanted to ask if you could do a Dr.stone headcannon of senku making tampons for the reader in tge stone world.
synopsis: pussay quest. the task of making feminine hygiene products, approved by you
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a/n: LEGIT, THIS PROMPT IS GOOD like it's very realistic. it's also kinda sad that it was never mentioned once in the show when it's a perfectly normal and a much needed to know thing for both genders. thank you for this prompt and thank you loving my works!
also woah, a post dedicated to senku woahhhhh. i know, i know, it's been a while, but i've been on a creative block lately especially since thesis is coming up. if you're worried about me never posting that certain part 3 (or part 0 wink wink), uhhh just be worried about how long it might take... but it will be eventually posted when the time comes. ANYWAYS enjoy this one in the meantime!
you've been in the same school as senku since the start, but you aren't as close to him as yuzuriha and taiju are
you two are friends, yes, but it's more of work/school friends if anything
you and senku share the characteristics of being both straightforward (senku)/blunt (you) and hardworking (and pushing self's limit)
it's generally why the two of you like the other's company because he's useful to you while you're also useful to him
it's also why senku decided to revive you first the next time he'd found more revival fluid (after using what they currently have on ryusui and francois)
it was yuzuriha who was able to salvage some more near the rubbles of the former revival fluid cave
your stone statue stood staring at the direction of where the petrification beam started, your hand flat above your eyes as you looked up in awe. you were one of the few that didn't look to be screaming for fear and running away. it was like you accepted what was going to happen.
as the fluid hit the skin of stone, cracks started forming all over the body. a light passes through each one. and moments later, the stone explodes into fragments releasing the human that was trapped behind it.
you put down the raised hand, placing it on your hip and leaned on one leg as you turned to senku. you gave him a smirk that you used to give him all the time, and he wouldn't say out loud, but he kind of missed seeing it.
"of course you'd be the one to figure this petrification bullshit out, einstein." the nickname rolling off your tongue easily. "now where are my damn clothes you pervert."
after he had handed you the clothes that yuzuriha made for you, the two of you headed back to the kingdom of science for a much needed tour
he gave you a rundown of everything that had happened since he awoken as well as everything that they had re-invented
it was then you noticed an important thing that hadn't been re-invented
of course, being you, you asked senku about it immediately
"you got any other hygienic stuff you re-invented? like tampons, pads, you know, feminine shit," you bluntly asked him to which he was actually caught off guard.
he paused in place as some sort of realization dawned upon him. "why hasn't any of the other women asked about that? most especially the modern ones?" he lets out.
you laughed at his dazed look as you placed a hand on his head. you leaned down towards him, bringing your face closer to his. "probably because, by default, this shit's supposed to be private between women only, and you know, you're a man," you stated. "but i don't give a fuck about that. this shit's biology. it's completely normal."
then you added, "oh also maybe they're probably too shy to ask because, you know, you're a man," you repeated.
senku deadpanned at you. "okay okay, i get it, i'm a man," he says with the roll of his eyes making you chuckle behind your palm.
it was after that that the two of you would work on making feminine products as a side yet priority quest while still working on the perseus
when senku finds himself being done with the work of the perseus for the day, he would go and find you to work on the "pusay quest"—your words not his—and the two of you would work on it from late afternoon until midnight or even later
it would always be him looking for you, and never you looking for him (you never looked for him because you know he'd always come looking for you instead for this "pusay quest")
this would happen almost on a daily, and so people started expecting the two of you to be together after the day's work on the perseus
it gotten to the point that rumors started spreading about the two of you
gen watched as senku walked off after asking where you were. "hasn't he been asking about her since she got de-petrified?" he asked with amusement in his voice. "seems like something~"
"senku?" kohaku scoffs at his words. "he's probably working on something that requires y/n. he did de-petrify her for something—that's just how he is."
"pretty sure i saw y/n come out of senku's place early morning one time," says chrome with a thinking face. "but that could be because y/n needed something from senku. i doubt there's any romance between them. you guys know how senku is, "rOmaNcE iS iLloGiCAl" and also like kohaku said, he probably needed y/n for something."
gen wasn't convinced though, so he asked around.
"those two look good," is all ryusui says, rather confidently too.
"dating?!" lets out nikki with a deep blush on her face. "ah, well..." she covers her face, feeling shy. "they do spend their evenings together intimately as if they were a couple. do you think that's why senku revived y/n?" she then asked.
ukyo looked a bit unsure. "i don't think they stay here, well, within my radius at least, or they're just very quiet," he answered. gen thinks that he was keeping something to himself.
"y/n and senku? they go way back!" exclaimed taiju with a smile on his face, but said nothing more.
"their relationship?" repeated yuzuriha, caught off guard. "well..." she hummed. "they're like rivals, but they also work really well together."
you and senku couldn't care less about the rumors though since you both are too busy with making suitable feminine products, especially since you're the perfectionist and is also quite picky with products
when you and senku had finished the first batch, he thought that was it, but you told him that you'd test them out first, both the tampons and pads since (luckily or unluckily) your menstruation had just started then
that was the start of a long trial-and-error period
it was also then you and senku asked yuzuriha for help when it came to trying to get softer material for the comfort of the "pusay"—again your words—for the tampons and pads
"so this is what the you two have been doing..." she muttered, owlishly blinking at the blueprints and notes and the failed attempts.
"you referring to the rumors about me and einstein over there?" you jerked your head towards senku as you placed your elbow on her shoulder. "those are so funny," you commented. "i mean i wish i was getting fucked during ovulation."
yuzuriha's face exploded into a red hue while senku sighed out loud as he palmed his face, though his ears are tipped red.
senku, at some point, wanted other women to test the tampons and pads out, but you heavily argued against this saying, "can you think of any other women who can be as blunt and as uncaring of social norms as me?"
thinking about it, senku for sure didn't want to deal with any awkward women beating around the bush about how they felt while wearing the feminine products—he wanted straightforward answers which you are already perfectly giving, so he decided against it
although a part of him thinks that you just wanted to keep him to yourself to which he won't complain about as long as it keeps you working
slowly, the two of you got yuzuriha to also start testing them out
she won't really be one of the awkward women who'll beat around the bush—no—she knows how senku is (to the extension, how you are), but she won't exactly be as blunt as you—she'll treat it as if leaving a review on a product
when yuzuriha joined in on the project, you had also asked her to start making proper panties that can comfortably hold a (sanitary) pad for women to which she got all excited about and sped off to her "lair"
that was when you and senku pulled through with more prototypes since time was ticking and you also realized how selfish you were being (with spending time with senku)
with more products being done, slowly you also pulled in other women to "test" the products
"you're embarrassed?" you bluntly called out with an annoyed face. "just think of him as your doctor; he's technically the only proper one we have for fuck's sake!"
the girl that you were screaming at ended up running away. she almost bumps into senku who was walking into your hut. "so what was that about?" he asks.
you huff then cross your arms together. "just some shy girl who heard about our pussay quest. jeez, it's like so obvious that you're also working on this project; i don't why she didn't think so!"
senku chuckles at your mad statements. "since when did you open this project to other testers?" he asked.
"well, i know i said it's best not to drag other women into this, but then i'm getting impatient and then i realized how selfish i've been because i just wanted this project to be a you and me kind of thing, you know?" you explained. "like... like the old times..." then you add in a mutter.
senku's eyes on you softens. "you're my partner, y/n. that's never going to change even thousands of years had past." he smirks. "besides, what use could you be when you're not beside me?"
you stare at senku with an open mouth, shocked beyond your years. "holy shit senku. that sounded so bad, but i know what you mean and that was probably the most romantic thing you could ever tell me." you start laughing.
senku's ears turn slightly red. "shut up!" he grabs your arm and drags you out of your hut. "we've got work to do!"
after that intimate moment between you two, you both went into this "locked in" mode to try and finish the feminine hygiene products which eventually got you two to the final four (which were also voted by the women who became part of testing the products)
nearing the end of the perseus project, the was when you decided to "release" the feminine products for the women of the island and village
"can all the women gather up!" you announced on top the makeshift stage that gen asked to make that one time. the spot in front of the stage slowly forms a crowd of women (and the curious men at the back). "okay, so me and senku got to working on another project; a side project, if you will."
senku then walked on stage, pushing a cart with the final four products. the modern time women recognized them immediately and started cheering in their own silent ways.
"to the women from the modern times, you may immediately recognize what these are; while the women from after stone may not," you introduced. "welcome to the era of being able to use proper products during the red moon! these products are capable to catching your blood either while being attached to your underwear or directly inside of your pussay." picking up a pad, you raised it up in the air. "this is called a sanitary pad or napkin but most people use either pad or napkin. with the new line of underwear made by yuzuriha, you can easily attach it there like so—"
and then you continue to introduce each product with demonstrations (of course, for the tampon, you used a similar model made by senku)
after this pussay quest, you didn't necessarily became one of the "main" people like with important jobs like senku and ruisui—instead you ended up having this overseer role that allows you to just complain and "guide" the main group into doing things properly
aka a role that senku gave you in a whim just so that he can keep you next to him, especially when you have a need to start another side project quest
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i genuinely did not know how to end this because how would it end....? anyways, not sure if anon wanted it to be like this, but it just turned out like this. i'm starting to realize that all of senku pairups i have are somewhat the same characters, but that's kinda fun since i really think senku would be with someone similar to him: blunt, headstrong, assertive in a way, but also tsundere. ANYWAYS thank you for reading even if this wasn't all that high quality
Senku with a scientist S/O whose mind is all over the place(that totally isn’t based on how I am)
Before the petrification when they would work on projects together, S/O would have 10 billion ideas an hour, and would get burned out quicker when working on the same thing too long. I feel like Senku would work around it though. S/O of course locks in when itMs something that takes a while or is important, but if itMs a fun project the two of them have, they’d take small breaks and write in the “idea binder” Senku made them.
Senku is excellent at multitasking, so he’d be happy to continue working on the current project all while having a full conversation with S/O about other ideas. He’d provide meaningful insight while still focusing on what he’s doing. It’s even funnier when the science club is present. They’d watch on as S/O sits at a table rambling about science that no highschooler has any business understanding, all while Senku responds with no issue while doing something completely unrelated and potentially dangerous.
After the petrification, S/O is inclined to focus more on current projects given how life or death some of them are. Idea rambles are reserved for when they’re alone trying to rest, or pulling all nighters.
Burnout is real though, and Senku catches on quick when S/O shows signs. But they’re willing to work past burn out for the sake of humanity. So Senku does what’ works. Since S/O knows what they’re doing 9/10, Senku will ask start to ask questions about ideas for future projects. This inclines S/O to speak up more about their ideas like they did before the petrification.
Once they have a consistent source of paper, Senku makes them a new idea binder. And will listen to S/O ramble on about all the ideas they have for things to improve life in the stone world. It grounds him in a way, knowing that S/O is just as passionate about science and improving humanity as him.
When Senku himself starts to get burnt out and frustrated with things, he’ll ask S/O to stargaze. He stares up at the sky with his head on S/O’s lap and ask them about their ideas and solutions to current issues. Even if they’re a bit zany, it helps him think clearer about the path forward.
koro-sensei deserves so many fics omg! and i really wish i could write for senku, but he's is so fucking smart, how am i ever supposed to capture his character! shikamaru is an underrated king.
2. THE MAGICIANS
need i say anything? look at their eyes ughhhhhhhhhhh need more.
3. THE GOOFBALLS
i am still shocked by how few Luffy-centric fics we have. it's just not fair! jiraya is a genuine hear me out, but i think people can relate...right? and for naruto, i mean exclusively adult naruto, i've seen barely a handful :(
ⵌ summary: It's no surprise that marrying the infamous Ishigami Senku comes with a price. But for how long could either of you keep your relationship a secret before someone finds out?
ⵌ pairing: senku ishigami x reader ⵌ wc: 3.4k
ⵌ note: you could say this is kinda pornish with a plot, the previous one-shot was so ahh, i need to use one of my ace cards to reduce the cringe, so here we are + divider cr: @uzmacchiato + masterlist
"Are you sure you're not emotionally constipated, Senku?"
The three generals were enjoying their lunch together right outside the main laboratory while Xeno and the others were currently at an international congress of scientists across the globe. They won't be returning until next summer, meaning Gen and Chrome would be the ones who need to deal with Senku's "aromatic" arse.
Usually, it was Stanley who bothered to give the man advice about commitment and long-term plans — surprisingly, but with his absence, the responsibility falls on the two fellows. It wouldn't be much of a trouble if not for the fact that people have been asking if the world's renowned scientist ever thought about expanding his lineage for the future of science. Because someone, please tell me, who in their right mind would be fine with such a waste of a good gene?
"They shouldn't be worrying about where I stick my dick when humanity is still in progress." The man replied, unbothered. That's Senku for you. Sometimes Chrome wondered why he even asked him these questions.
"But dear Senku, aren't you worried you might be left behind in survivability progress?" Gen hummed, stirring his tea with a spoon, letting the warmth dissipate into the air. After a few seconds, he lifted the cup and took a small sip, delighted with the sweet floral taste. He should get more of this variation.
Senku scoffed at that. What is the mentalist trying to say here? Survivability progress, really? "Your point is?"
"Chrome and Ruri are about to welcome their second child, and even Xeno has adopted more than 6. Not to mention Ryusui with his third, while you…" Gen smiled slightly, tilting his head in a pretence mock. "You know, single and available." He took another sip of his tea, perfectly warm and lovely.
Chrome, who was turned down earlier, puffed his chest proudly, thanking Gen for backing him up. He's a happy man, especially at the mention of his wife. He could name all the things he loved about her, and it would probably end after a few weeks of nonstop yap. To be loved is to be seen, they said.
"It was never a competition, mentalist. Besides, I have far more important things to worry about than to dabble in a love quarry." He retorted. Quickly finishing his bento to get his butt to work as soon as possible. He had a list of stuff that needed to be done before evening, and couldn't afford to waste his time on idle chatter.
The lunch continued with Gen adding some workplace gossip, while Chrome would tell about his struggle in handling his family, with Ruri being extra clingy at home. Meanwhile, Senku would occasionally nod his head and mutter a few yeses and mock reassurances here and there. Once everyone had finished their food, the three went to their separate sections of the lab.
The day blends into calculations, meetings, and 10 minutes nap every few hours. Senku may be a great scientist, but he is also a human; that means he was not excluded from normal human needs such as food, rest and perhaps even desire. And as if the world is on his side, he received a call from a certain someone not so far from his workplace. He holds the mobile in one hand while the other is busy calibrating the titration curve.
"You're not resting? It's your evening nap hour, isn't it?"
He shoots, no warm greetings whatsoever. Well, he doesn't need to; those questions alone are warm enough for you. He could hear your amused giggle at the end of the line, so he smiled at that. The sound of you laughing somehow soothes him. He sets down the apparatus to shift his focus to you completely. It's not like he could calculate with his mind in the cloud.
"I tried, but your daughter won't stop kicking." You huffed, partially annoyed, but your hand unconsciously moved to gently rub your growing belly. The due date is around the corner, and you're no different from Pinocchio if you said you're not afraid; your nose would surely grow a meter at every word spoken.
"She has been particularly active these days, hasn't she?" He hummed, checking the watch on his wrist. It's almost time to punch out. He picks all the important documents and keeps them in the drawer before sliding his bag around his shoulder. "I'll be home in 20 minutes. Crave anything?"
You thought about his question for a moment. You're not particularly hungry, nor are you full either. This is hard. "Maybe something light? Preferably from the Nanami's. Their chef made the best food." You added. After another quick convo, he ended the call to leave the building. The drive home was quiet, save for the car wheezing like an old man at every bumper.
Senku stops by Nanami's and gets himself — well, gets you — an ice cream and hash browns. Thankfully, he doesn't bump into the owner, or else he might invite him for a drink, and he would definitely need to decline the man's offer. Ryusui was never the type to back out easily. With the food in hand, he returned to the car and proceeded to drive home.
Right turn, left turn, a roundabout, a highway, left turn, and finally, he's home. He parked the car and went inside using a key he had duplicated months ago. You always told him to just let you open the door for him, but he insisted on having his own key, so that you don't have to get up from wherever you are in the house just to open the door for him.
"You're home." You waddled to him from the kitchen, a mug of chrysanthemum tea in hand. He takes off his shoes and coat, then hang it by the door before approaching your slow figure. He engulfed you in a hug, to which you were about to return when the baby kicked again. "Ah!"
He let go of you after hearing your pained wince. "Has this been going on all day?" He holds your face in his hand, as you nod.
He handed over the paper bag of food to you to get on his knees. He then patted your belly with his hand, "You got one hell of a kick, kid. Don't bully your mother too much. That's my job." He chuckles to himself.
You pout. What a meanie. Unbothered by the consequences, you tug his hair in rebellion. If he's going to play devil tonight, who are you not to fight back? You're no saint, and he knows that. Should've thought this through when he decided to come inside months ago. Whose fault was it? His, obviously. Plus, you were at the laboratory to work under Xeno once again, not to mother this man's child.
But that was long ago, and he thankfully owned up to it and courted you not long after the incident. Some may wonder: how the hell did Xeno's junior from before the petrification even end up with THE Senku Ishigami? Well, you two met at one of the conferences and were paired for a research project. Yada yada, since millennials had passed while you were petrified, the younger man somehow went from Byakuya's adoptive son to your senior. Such unfairness.
Not like you have ever bothered to know either guy before the Medusa event. The name Ishigami was never in your dictionary until he pounded into you on the lab table that night. Uh, crazy lore.
"You want it?" He suddenly asked, way too nonchalant to your liking.
The thing was, you two hadn't been active since the pregnancy due to his worrying that he might strain you further. For someone who had never cared about anyone — especially during manual labour — he is somewhat gentler when it comes to you. But it's not like you don't want to do it; rather, he had just come home from an 11-hour shift, and he surely needs a rest after such a long day.
You scrunch your face at his question, and he blinks at your reaction. Did he say something wrong? The two of you made it clear that hair tugging means sex, so why act disgusted now?
"What?" He stood up, arms wrapped around your waist. "Besides, it offers benefits. An intercourse could help reduce the potential of going past 37 weeks—"
You shut him up with a kiss. There it is, no more science talk. Senku melts instantly and holds the back of your neck while the other remain on your back. Now he went tongue-to-tongue, fighting for dominance. Just because he always lets you have your way doesn't mean he'll give up easily, especially now. So he guides you slowly until your back hits the dining table, then with that twig strength, he lifts you to sit on the table surface as he takes his space between your legs.
Deliberately, his fingers crawl their way under your nightgown until his forefinger reaches your undergarment. You hummed softly between the kisses, urging him to go further. He smiled against your lips and bite it, earning himself a gasp from you.
"Ouch… you're mean." You whined, pulling away from the kiss. He chuckles under his breath, going in for another kiss when suddenly, his phone vibrates from inside his work bag. You turned your head to the sound coming from the living room. "You're not going to answer it?"
He sighed and let go of you before striding to get his phone. Who could possibly call him right after work? He made it clear that no work call is allowed after he punched out, especially on the day before the weekend. Without much thought, he answered it.
"Ishigami's here."
"SENKU!!!! IT'S ME, TAIJU!! MANNN I FINALLY GOT YOUR NEW NUMBER!"
Yeah. Great, big Oaf doesn't really listen, does he? There's a reason why he changed his number, and this is one of them. No use dwelling on it now, better to get this conversation over with, quickly.
"Yo, what is it that ya need, big oaf?" He said in disinterest, pinky subconsciously picking on his ear, rubbing that one spot to calm his nerves.
"YUZU—" But then, he heard Taiju's shouting was cut off by Yuzuriha's more gentle voice.
"Hello, Senku. We are planning to do a gender reveal party in 2 weeks and were hoping you could make it. Are you free that day? Chrome said your schedule has been rather packed lately."
Senku thought about it for a moment. Your due date is approaching, and he has requested a week off for an unrevealed reason from Xeno. That unrevealed reason is being by your side to welcome your child. If he were not to attend Taiju's important day, would it rise suspicous? They were the best of friends since childhood, and to randomly not attend is definitely not a wise choice.
"I'll check it with my assistant after the weekend. No promise, though." He answered. This might be the best excuse he could come up with. Yuzuriha thanked him and ended the call. Senku rubbed his face, sighing softly. This is the con of having a secret partner.
The good thing is, he got to protect you from being surrounded by those who see him as a god for rebuilding humanity, or those who wouldn't stop obsessing over everything he did in his life. Yet, that means he needs to lie even to his closest circle. He can't have all the good parts of life, can he? Curse his bad luck.
"Is everything alright?" You called from the dining table, getting down slowly to waddle to him.
"Just Yuzuriha and Taiju. They're doing a gender reveal party soon, and I don't think I'll be attending." He holds your arms to stabilise you and guide you to sit on the nearby couch.
"Couldn't you tell them about us? I'm sure they won't do anything funny about it." You tried to assure him, but he shook his head. His hand found your belly, gently caressing it.
"I trust them, yes. But I know Taiju; he's not going to be discreet about me having a partner or being a father. Plus, I don't want to burden Yuzuriha with information that carries so much weight." He explained, pulling your head to rest on his shoulder.
"Then, how long will this be a secret?" You hummed softly, to which Senku shook his head.
"We'll let them know after our daughter is born, and once you're stable. I thought about possible post-partum depression, and planning to hire someone to care for you and the baby while I'm away for work. Though they need to go home before I return, to not cross paths." He nodded to himself, drafting his schedule in his mind.
Your finger traces his chest as he mumbles, not really listening to him. As if realising he's losing your attention, he stands up abruptly; that caught you off guard. He turned to you for a moment without saying anything before leaving to take the food he bought earlier. Then he returned to his seat next to you.
The two of you began to eat your snack. He dipped the hash brown into some chilli sauce and fed you. Second bite, dip, third bite, dip, fourth bite; but out of nowhere, he accidentally smudges some sauce on your chin. You were going to wipe it with a tissue when he leaned in and stuck his tongue out.
The wet organ then glided over your chin suggestively before he captured your lips into a slightly spicy kiss, thanks to the sauce. He held the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as his tongue mines its way into your mouth like a miner, touching every surface he could reach. He hummed into the kiss, loving the warmth of your skin.
He gently pushed your shoulder against the backseat, then he slowly slid you to your side to lie you down on the couch instead. Caging you under him as he got on all four above you. He needed to be quick with whatever he had planned, not wanting to put too much pressure on your back. Using his knee, he spread your legs apart without breaking the kiss.
He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, then dived in without giving you a chance to dominate him like you usually do. He feels like handling you today; besides, he shouldn't tire you too much, so yeah.
His hands made their exploration, mapping every patch of your skin with his fingertips. It's not unfamiliar, as he had long memorised every single coordinate. But every experience feels different to him, as if no matter how many times he mapped you, he'll never feel truly satisfied. Like a thirsty scientist in search of water in the middle of a desert.
With his left hand, he slid it under your sleepwear, letting it climb over the soft, bouncy hills. While his right hand continue it's dive until it reaches the first obstacle, a patch of cloth with an obvious wet spot in the middle of it. Hm, curioso?
His index finger pushed the undie open like a curtain and slid in a middle finger, followed by his ring finger. He slid them in till the base of his fingers so easily, thanks to the lubrication from the kiss alone. Who would have thought a simple kiss could get you all wet? Maybe you were sexually frustrated over the past few months of not getting anything.
The hand that was previously fondling your breasts made its escape through your collar. He gripped your chin, holding your face before pulling out of the long kiss. Trails of saliva that connected you two dripped onto your chin. He then used his thumb to smudge the fluid over your lips; a flushed smirk on his face at the sight of you so… drunk of kisses.
After seeing that you were ready, he started pulling his fingers in and out of your… pussy lips. Wet squelches filled the room as he plunged his fingers into you rhythmically while his thumb continued to rub in circles. You were squeezing him like a vice, it's tempting him to go faster, just to see how fast he could make you—
"Mhm—!"
Before you could gasp out in pleasure, he swallowed your moans with another round of kisses. Gushes of arousal fluid squirted out of you, wetting the couch, yet Senku's hand remained steadfast in its pace. Instead of slowing down, he somehow went faster, increasing his speed. His palm was basically clapping your clit like he was giving it a round of half an applause. Get it?
You squirmed, overstimulated by his fingers alone. The fact that he was relentless didn't help. You gripped his shirt, unsure of what to do with yourself. On one hand, you want him to continue, yet on the other hand, you want him to keep going, to make you feel good. Decisions, decisions.
Before Senku could pull his fingers out, another gush of fluid popped out of you, but this one is a lot thinner than your first orgasm. Confused, he inches his fingers to his nose, sniffing them. It smelled different; he had a hunch what it could be, but he couldn't confirm it without a taste test. With that, he suckled his fluid-stained fingers.
And instead of tasting like lactic acid like usual, this fluid tasted… sweet, mineral-like. His eyes widened in surprise as panic began to set in. He looked at your half-conscious state from being overstimulated and quickly adjusted your nightwear to cover you properly, and rushed to your shared bedroom to pick up your bags of clothes in case of emergencies.
After throwing the bags into the car, he went back in, picked you up and ran out of the house. If one was wondering what got him so worked up, your water just broke, thanks to his aid. Orgasms truly are the best support when it comes to labour, aren't they?
In the morning of the next day, Yuzuriha and Taiju were going home from a prenatal check when they saw a familiar leek head walking into the maternity ward. In his hands were bags of food and beverages. What is Senku doing in the hospital? Could he be visiting a friend? Though, isn't maternity wards usually don't allow visitors?
"That's weird." Taiju rubbed his chin in confusion. He couldn't comprehend seeing Senku in here. He'd never seen the guy coming here before during Yuzuriha's prenatal checkups.
"Hey, do you think what I'm thinking, love?" Yuzuriha smiled at Taiju. She had some ideas in her head, but rather not voiced it outloud until the scientist told them himself. Maybe he had his reason for keeping this a secret, and she respected it.
"Senku must have really loved children, or he's helping around!" Taiju laughed proudly. Happy at the thought of his friend being a very kind person. Yuzuriha nodded in reply, not denying or agreeing with his statement. Time will tell, anyway. There's no need to think about it too much.
Meanwhile, with Senku, he set the food and beverage on the bedside table. You were nursing your daughter. Though sometimes she would randomly unlatch and cry, which was stressful, but Senku was always there to calm you down or handle her. He sat at the edge of the bed, hands rubbing your arm softly,
"I think I saw Yuzuriha on my way here." He muttered, not too loud to disturb other mothers, but loud enough for you to hear him. You hummed, blinking sleepily at him. He understood the sign and picked the baby from latching to your breast. Then, he set her in the baby incubator.
After that, he helped you sit up properly before explaining, "I bought some sushi. They should be safe. I made sure to ask Francois to make it specifically for you and told them to keep it a secret."
"Thank you, darling." You smiled at him, to which he let out an unamused cough into his palm as his ears began to change colour. There's a reason why you two rarely use pet names. Either way, as long as you were happy, he would let this slide.
It's not like this marriage will remain a secret any longer, so he'd better get used to it. Especially when being called in public places. The great Senku Ishigami may look nonchalant to the public's eyes, but only you, his wife, know what was hidden beneath that calm exterior.
NOTES: HOLY SHIT MY FIRST DR STONE FIC??? and I know I know, I'm back to posting!! I'm gonna try cranking out a few more fics today, but no promises!
CONTENT: Senku x academic rival!reader, pre-petrification, you're both in highschool, Senku is lowkey into ragebait, you get ragebaited, no established relationship, debating, senku has a bit of a crush
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
REQUESTED BY AND DEDICATED TO: @tsillyy
The first time it happened, neither of you thought much of it.
You arrived at the school library fifteen minutes before lunch, backpack slung over one shoulder, already planning to spend the entire break reviewing chemistry notes.
The table in the back corner was perfect. It was away from the windows, away from the noisy students, away from literally everyone.
You'd been using it for weeks.
So naturally, you stopped dead when you saw someone already sitting there.
The boys head looked like scallion sprouts.
He has a stack of books, and notebook covered in formulas too.
Senku Ishigami.
Of course.
You stared.
He stared back.
Neither of you two moved.
"...You're in my seat."
Senku glanced around the completely empty library.
Then back at you.
"Nope."
"What do you mean 'nope?'"
"It means you're wrong."
You narrowed your eyes. "I sit there every day."
"I got here first."
"That's not how ownership works."
"Pretty sure that's exactly how ownership works."
The librarian shushed both of you before the argument could escalate.
You ended up sitting at a different table.
You hated it,,, and apparently so did he.
Because the next day, he was there again.
And the day after that.
And the day after that.
By the second week, the situation had become ridiculous.
You started arriving earlier?
Senku started arriving earlier.
You came before school?
He came before school.
You showed up twenty minutes before the library officially opened? Somehow Senku was already waiting outside.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Morning."
"I hate you."
"Likewise."
Then both of you marched straight toward the same table.
Every. Single. Day.
The rest of the student body became invested alarmingly fast.
"Who's winning?" one student whispered.
"I think it's tied."
"No way. Ishigami got there first yesterday."
"You keep track?"
"You don't?"
The weirdest part was that eventually you both stopped trying to force the other away. Instead, you simply occupied opposite ends of the table.
The table was large enough technically– so now the competition evolved.
Who could study longer? Who could focus harder? Who could completely ignore the existence of the person sitting three feet away?
You considered yourself excellent at ignoring Senku.
Unfortunately, Senku appeared equally excellent at ignoring you.
Sometimes, you'd glance up and catch him already looking at you.
Then both of you would immediately look away as if nothing had happened.
The first direct conflict came three weeks later.
You were reviewing physics problems.
A difficult one.
You'd nearly solved it when a piece of paper slid across the table.
You frowned.
Looked down.
Looked up.
Senku didn't even glance in your direction.
The note contained a single sentence.
"Your acceleration variable is wrong."
You stared.
Then looked at your work, then looked back at him.
"You looked at my paper?"
Without raising his head, he replied "It was visible."
"You were spying."
"That's a pretty emotional interpretation."
"You corrected my equation."
"You're welcome."
You immediately flipped the paper over.
And spent the next ten minutes proving he was wrong.
Except he wasn't.
The variable actually was wrong.
The following day, you returned the favor.
Senku was working through a chemistry problem.
He hadn't gotten it wrong, per say, but he hadn't written it correctly.
It was an error– a small one. But an error none the less.
You considered ignoring it, but then you grabbed a sticky note.
"Wrong conversion factor." You slid it across the table.
Senku paused.
Read it.
Checked his calculations.
Then sighed.
"Ten billion percent annoying."
"You're welcome."
After that, the notes became routine.
"Wrong equation."
"It's actually on Page 142."
"There's a calculation error."
"You forgot a negative sign."
"That's not how statistics works."
"Your graph is ugly."
That last one started a fight.
Somewhere along the way, students stopped assuming you hated each other.
Which was ridiculous— because obviously you did. Yet every afternoon, they always found both of you sitting at the same table. And every afternoon involved some form of interaction. Every afternoon ended with one of you leaving while the other remained.
It didn't help that neither of you ever sat with anyone else.
Or that everyone constantly saw you together.
One day, two girls from another class approached your table.
One pointed at Senku, then at you.
"How long have you two been friends?"
You almost choked.
Across from you, Senku looked equally horrified.
"We're not friends."
"Absolutely not."
The responses came simultaneously.
The girls exchanged a glance.
Then smiled.
"Oh."
"Oh what?"
"Nothing."
"There is definitely an implication in that 'nothing.'"
The girls left still smiling.
You looked at Senku, Senku looked at you. Then both of you immediately returned to studying.
The library war continued.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
Neither side surrendered, and neither side won.
And somehow, despite all logic, the table had stopped feeling like territory that needed defending.
It simply became expected.
You arrived, and senku was there.
Or, he arrived, and you were already there.
The routine settled into place so naturally that neither of you questioned it anymore.
Not yet.
Because at this stage, conversations rarely lasted more than a minute.
Arguments remained short.
Brief.
The real problem hadn't started yet.
The real problem would begin the day one argument accidentally stretched past closing time.
And neither of you realized you'd stopped arguing about the subject and started arguing simply because you enjoyed arguing with each other.
The first debate lasted two hours.
Neither of you intended for that to happen.
It started with a textbook, as most disasters involving you and Senku did.
You were flipping through a physics book when a sentence caught your eye.
A simplification.
Technically correct, but deeply annoying. Before you could stop yourself, you muttered,
"That's a terrible explanation."
Across the table, Senku looked up. "No, it's not."
"It absolutely is."
"It gets the point across."
"It gets the point across incorrectly."
"Sounds like a skill issue."
You stared.
He stared back.
The challenge was immediate, and neither of you could leave it alone.
Twenty minutes later, your notebooks were covered in diagrams.
Forty minutes later, you'd abandoned your original assignments entirely.
An hour later, the librarian had shushed both of you seven separate times.
Neither side conceded, and neither side won.
And somehow the library closed before the argument ended.
As you packed your things, still annoyed, Senku casually said,
"You're wrong, by the way."
You nearly threw your textbook at him.
The next day, he brought it up again. Which was weird. Normally, your arguments died the second they ended.
But halfway through studying, a folded piece of paper slid across the table.
Inside was a graph.
Along with one sentence.
""Still wrong.""
You immediately wrote a response.
""No, you are.""
The paper returned thirty seconds later.
""Compelling argument.""
You hated him.
The debates became routine after that.
You'd arrive intending to study, so would he. Then, one of you would say something.
A comment, an observation, a correction— and suddenly an hour had disappeared.
The worst part?
You were starting to enjoy it.
And unfortunately, so was Senku although he would never admit it. That was information you couldn't pull from him when with torture.
The signs were there, though.
For example, he started collecting material.
Not for school, but for arguments with you.
You discovered this by accident one afternoon.
You arrived at the library and found several articles stacked beside him.
When he noticed you looking, he casually slid them away.
Too late, you'd already read the titles. Every single one related to a debate you'd had the previous week.
Your eyes narrowed.
"...Did you research our argument?"
"No."
"You absolutely did."
"Nope."
"You brought sources."
"Maybe I just found them interesting."
"You're lying."
"Prove it."
The smug look on his face was unbearable.
And even worse, Senku had begun intentionally provoking you.
At first, you thought it was accidental. Then you realized he was doing it on purpose.
No one could possibly be that annoying naturally.
You'd mention a scientific theory? He'd deliberately oversimplify it.
You'd correct him.
He'd double down.
You'd explain.
He'd act unconvinced.
Then twenty minutes later he'd casually reveal he understood the concept perfectly from the beginning.
The first time it happened, you nearly crashed out at him.
"You knew that already."
"Yep."
"You let me explain it for twenty minutes."
"Mhm"
"Why?"
The grin he gave you should've been classified as a weapon.
You wanted to strangle him.
The truly embarrassing part was that everyone else noticed.
Again.
One afternoon, two students passed your table.
One slowed down.
The other glanced between you and Senku.
Then she sighed dramatically.
"There they are."
"There who are?"
"The debate couple."
Both of you froze.
"What?"
"We're not—"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
The response came in perfect synchronization.
The students exchanged a look before they walked away laughing.
You dropped your forehead onto the table.
Across from you, Senku looked mildly disturbed.
Which was fair.
You felt mildly disturbed too.
The problem was that the rumors weren't entirely unreasonable anymore.
You spent nearly every day together.
Not intentionally at first, it just happened. The library had become routine. And somehow Senku had become part of that routine.
You hated how normal it felt.
How expected it felt.
Sometimes you'd arrive before him.
And find yourself checking the door.
Waiting.
Just a little.
Which was ridiculous, obviously.
Senku noticed your absence immediately, and the realization irritated him.
One Tuesday, you didn't show up for a perfectly valid reason.
You were sick.
Unfortunately, Senku didn't know that. All he did know was that your chair remained empty.
All afternoon.
Which was strange.
Because you were never absent.
Not from school, not from the library, not from your endless campaign to challenge every statement he made.
The library felt unusually quiet.
Productive.
Peaceful.
And somehow worse.
By the end of the day he was irritated enough to pack up early.
The next morning you walked into the library carrying medicine and tissues.
Senku glanced up.
"You were gone."
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
You blinked. Then blinked again.
"Were you keeping track?"
"No."
"That was suspiciously immediate."
"Coincidence."
"Liar."
"Can't prove that."
You rolled your eyes, the familiar irritation settled comfortably into place.
And for some reason, Senku found himself relaxing.
That should've been a warning sign.
Unfortunately, neither of you recognized. Neither of you were paying attention to the important details.
The way arguments started feeling less like competitions, the way conversations lasted longer, the way silence between you stopped being awkward.
The way both of you automatically looked for the other when entering the library.
You still called each other annoying, you still argued constantly, and still refused to admit friendship.
But somewhere along the way, the library stopped being a battlefield.
It became a place you expected to find each other.
And for two people who claimed to dislike one another, that expectation was becoming dangerously important.
Neither of you realized it yet.
But Senku was already collecting things he wanted to show you.
Already saving articles you'd find interesting. Already mentally composing arguments before you arrived.
And worst of all? Every afternoon, around the exact time you usually entered the library, he found himself glancing toward the door.
Just once. Only once.
Then twice.
Then three times.
Purely observational, just some scientific curiosity.
Definitely not because he was waiting for you.
No way.
Okay guys I hope this was okay, a kyouka fic is in the works so be prepared for that soon. Also I am SO tired someone put me down I signed my dumb ass up for summer classes even tho I took 12 a day ALL YEAR. Fml.
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Summary: Senku is messing up his sleeping schedule. Why? you wonder until he appears in your tent at midnight.
warnings: fluff, soft!senku, Senku's bad with feelings and needs a hug.
word count: 1.5k
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You were tired and confused.
Your whole body was giving out as you tried to keep moving through the village while Senku continued explaining equations and measurements for the next healing pill he wanted to prepare, but he'd been like this for days with different projects on mind; working himself to exhaustion without a break. You noticed he wasn't sleeping well with the baggy eyes and the current headaches he had and complaint about. You didn't understood why he was doing that when he always said it was very important to sleep and rest well.
So why was he contradicting himself?
Why was he messing up his sleep schedule?
Was he working on some secret project? You heavily doubted that because every single one of them was discussed with the team, so it couldn't be that his motive to exhaust his body to those extremes.
You wanted to ask so bad the reason behind his contradiction, but you weren't the only one with this concern; everyone in the Ishigami Village noticed his unhealthy new routine, and every time someone brought the topic, Senku said he was fine and that it wasn't a big deal.
So you didn't bother being the next one being dismissed by the prodigy scientist as the moon announced the end of the day, he would eventually tell you his reasons, but now you kept listening for a little while until his words were just carried on by the wind and long forgotten by you. "Sorry Senku," he stopped talking and looked at you, "I would love to keep listening to your explanation, but I can't keep my eyes open any longer; today's been a rough day" you yawned at the end of your explanation and Senku nodded. He knew you were tired, after all, he was the one telling you to go and look for some materials with Chrome and Kohaku.
"Yeah, go and rest, tomorrow we'll need other materials" He explained as he wave his hand in a simple and unhurried movement.
***
The quiet of the night welcomed you as you opened your eyes in the middle of the night. You usually didn't woke up this early, so you were very confused as to why the sudden change in your sleep schedule. You didn't feel cold to woke up by it, in fact, you felt extremely warm. Instead, the feeling of being tucked and embraced along with a soft breeze in your neck called your attention.
It was very dark for your eyes to see clearly, so you had to pay attention with your other senses; you smelled some chemicals around you, but you were in the lab for so long that you wouldn't be surprised these smells were impregnated in your clothes and hair. Then, the only sound in the environment was your breathing and some crickets at the distance. Finally, your hands felt warm, abnormally warm. Usually you are comfy in bed with the perfect temperature, but now you felt your bed a little hotter than usual.
You moved a little to get comfortable and go back to sleep when you heard some groans complaining for the disturbance. You recognized that tone as confusion invaded your whole being, "S-Senku?" You stumbled over your words still analyzing the situation you were in at its fullest. It took you a few seconds to understand that he was inside your tent, sleeping by your side and hugging you, "Wha-what are you doing here?"
"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep" he muttered while hugging you closer to his body.
You blinked a couple more times to adjust to the darkness and observed him carefully. Senku had his eyes closed as he settled his head in the space between your neck and your shoulder with a slow and calm breathing; he was relaxed in your presence.
I'm trying to sleep.
I'm trying to sleep.
I'm trying to sleep.
His words repeated in your mind continuously and more questions appeared in your mind.
Why is he doing this?
When did he arrived?
Why was he in your bed hugging you?
Was he waiting for you to go to sleep to get in your tent?
Not that you complaint about it, but this was extremely weird. At least, coming from him.
"Your thoughts are to loud" he mumbled against your skin and you almost laughed at how cute he sounded with his voice being muffled out; it was like seeing his kid version all over again when Byakuya mentioned something that flustered him and he denied it over and over again for how cheesy his father sounded.
You caresses his hair thinking of those childhood moments that were to old but you held close to your heart, "Sorry, I'm just curious of your presence right now"
He grumbled in discontent again. "It's nothing, really"
You narrowed your eyes in skepticism even though the darkness was stealing your expressions from his eyes. "I know something is up you if you did this, Senku" you could feel the warm of his body enveloping you completely as he moved closer and closer, "What's bothering you?"
He moved his head a little to speak so his words were clear. "Nothing important," and he rearranged himself again into your neck.
So stubborn as always with this kind of things, you thought, "It's just us right now, you can talk to me". You pulled the cover so his shoulders were protected from the cold night that threat you two.
He sighed and you felt his body moving a little to speak, "I've been having nightmares"
It sounded so simple, so unimportant, something like a child would say to cherish their mother's embrace, but you knew that coming from Senku, it weighted a lot, it meant a lot. He wouldn't have done something like tonight if it wasn't important. So, if it was because of a nightmare, it had to be a terrible one.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you were cautions with him, trying to not rush him into emotions because it wasn't his field, trying to hold his hand gently through his hard time, trying not to scare him like a wounded little animal from a threat.
"Not really, it's illogical"
It's not like you're complaining about it, but you were hoping that the darkest could give him some freedom over his characteristic vulnerability shield of his. After all this years, he was still the same adamant scientist hiding his true emotions.
"Is that's why you haven't been sleeping that much lately?" you asked caressing his shoulders like a lullaby.
Senku nodded, "It's the same one every time I close my eyes, and once it happens, I can't sleep again even if I try over and over again"
"Oh" you held him closer, "Well, you can try and rest now"
He nodded again and settled back against your chest. You didn't need more words, so you kept petting him and giving him quiet comfort trying to erased his worries away, even when you knew that's physically impossible.
The crickets in the distance sang to you both as you felt your eyelids grow heavy and fell into the arms of Morpheus.
***
The morning arrived calm and restorative. You heard some people talking away from your tent as you settled back into your sheets to sleep a little longer until your responsibilities called, but someone complained about your decision.
"Mmhm... s-stop moving" Senku mumbled still half asleep and you opened your eyes instantly at the sound of his morning voice.
You looked at him carefully thinking it had to be some kind of dream. You pinched yourself to check if the event before your eyes was real, only to realize that it was.
Senku was in your tent.
He was hugging you right now.
What happen last night wasn't a dream.
You remained still as you watched him sleep peacefully for a few minutes; he looked so calm, like he could finally rest from the worry of civilization over his shoulders. You moved some rebel hairs out of his face and caressed his cheek. He was still the same kid you grew up with, the one that used technology to scare off bullies, the one that took care of his father and his admission to space, the same Senku that helped you with your school homework and tests, the same one that took care of you when you got sick and the same kid that now was trying to restore the humanity from zero.
"Will you keep watching me sleep or what?" his voice called you back to Earth as you wondered what nightmare had kept him like that for so long, but you knew he wouldn't tell you, so it was useless to ask.
Maybe it was the first time that he could sleep like that since the nightmares, you thought. "So, how did you sleep?" you asked him as he scratched the back of his neck.
He remained quiet for some seconds processing his current state; he felt way better than before, he felt rested and the headache disappeared. Probably the nightmare gave him a break this time. "Good."
Simple and straightforward as always, you thought and laughed to yourself. "Good" you smiled at him. "Maybe you need to sleep here now" you joked.
summary: After the moon mission, right before going back to earth, they found a certain antenna-being staring at them from behind a moon crater. An alien friend of the Medusa, perhaps?
warnings: fluff, alien, misinterpretation of intention, humans are scary!
wc: 0.8k
The fight with the Medusa was draining. Thankfully, everything settled before the keen-eyed lioness saw a strange-looking being that wasn't supposed to exist on the moon's surface. Quickly, she called over the genius of the group to let him see it with his own eyes.
"There! Over there, right behind that big crater."
The leek-haired man squinted his eyes as he looked through the window. There was nothing… nothing… nothing.
"Antenna? That's… something." Their pilot muttered. Then, he grabbed the leek's head to move it so that his vision aligned with the subject of concern. "Look closer, Senku."
There.
A human-like creature with the addition of a pair of antenna-like structures, plus an esca (a lightbulb), like an anglerfish; a pair of dragonfly wings, iridescence and thin, safely tucked behind its sides. An alien.
"I want it! Let's bring it home." The other captain exclaimed, snapping his fingers in delight.
The others turned to him. He couldn't be serious, could he? What if the thing attacks them as soon as they decide to approach it? Sheesh, just when they got rid of the Medusa catastrophe source, another one came. As long as they don't knock at a lion's den, nothing bad will happen, right—
"Senku, where are you going?!"
The two pilots shifted their focus towards Kohaku's voice. There, they saw her banging the communication device in the piloting area. Senku nowhere in sight. Realising what was happening, they turned their eyes towards the window and saw the man jumping slowly towards the antenna-alien thing.
"You can't be serious."
"Hell yeah! Go get it, Senku!"
Meanwhile, with you: hours ago, you were playing around on your home planet, Saturn, when your stupid neighbour accidentally activated a machine in your garage and sent you to who-knows-where. The fact that you witnessed a big fight going on as soon as you arrived on this big asteroid doesn't help at all. Now, you couldn't get back! Curse that—
"Oh, dang it. That monster is approaching!" You shrieked, trying to find a hiding place, but there was literally nothing to hide in. This asteroid next to that blue planet is too plain! You're as good as dead at this point. Might as well just face this monster and let it end your life swiftly.
"Make it quick." You muttered, finally stepping out of your "hiding" spot.
"Fascinating. You didn't scatter away as I had initially expected. This finding might prove to be more interesting than I thought." The green monster said in its strange language. Out of nowhere, it gave you its hand.
You stared at it, then at its extended arm. Does it want something from you for stepping on its asteroid? Was the very thing you were stepping on even called an asteroid? Maybe you should've paid more attention to planetary classes instead of reading fiction about a mermaid alien meeting with a genius monster from across the galaxy.
Hesitantly, your hand went into your pocket and pulled out some cash. Then, you handed them to the waiting green monster. Your sweet, sweet last drop of money: 10 Flyndian Hinggit. (equal to 2 dollars of the human world). Will these be enough for your freedom?
"A peace offering? If you insist." With that, the green monster keeps your money and continues to stare at you. How eerie… pervert, even.
Out of nowhere, it grabbed your arm and brought you to its big, cylindrical destroyer machine (the spacecraft)! Oh, shot, oh shot, it's going to make you its celebratory meal for defeating that tiny-but-big triangle monster earlier! How could you be so dumb and let it manipulate you into running straight to your death hole?!
"Please let go of me, Mr Green Thing! I'm not delicious!" You flapped your wings, trying to get as far as possible, but its grip on your wrist was just too strong. It doesn't seem to realise your struggle and chuckled at your reaction.
"My, you seem excited. Come, you'll sure like Ryusui if even this much exhilarates you." It smiled, showing those evil teeth. Ekk—! Is this an attempt to warn you to stop moving, or else it will bite you right here and there? How monstrous!
It brought you into the destroyer machine (the spacecraft) and closed the door. Inside were three more monsters, but with different shapes and colours! Damn it all! You should've moved out of that neighbourhood long ago; look at your situation now. It was all thanks to your stupid decisions that this outcome resulted.
"Hell yeah! You're fast, Senku!" The yellow monster roared, showing its teeth in hunger.
"This thing appears to be rather docile." Another yellow monster mocked you. This thing is evil!
"That's true, Stanley. But we still need to keep our guard up." The last yellow monster said, already in defensive stance.
Oh, shot. This is the end. "Please spare my life!" But deep down, you're aware that your pleas fell on deaf ears.
Bakugou always said your sticky notes were “immature.”
Every time you slid one onto the corner of his notebook during class—usually a doodle of him with angry eyebrows, or a tiny “good luck on the quiz >:3” he’d scowl, crumple it halfway, and hiss, “Quit it, stupid. We’re in class.”
But he never threw a single one away.
You didn’t know that part.
To you, he acted exactly the same, rolling his eyes, shoving the note into his pocket, muttering under his breath as if the whole world was conspiring to distract him. And yet, you still passed him another sticky note the next day. And the next. And the next.
One rainy afternoon, you rushed back into the classroom to grab your water bottle… and froze.
Bakugou was still there, alone, rummaging through his bag. You were about to greet him when something slipped out of his notebook and fluttered to the floor.
A familiar peach-colored sticky note.
Your handwriting.
You blinked. Then you noticed another one sticking out of a different folder. And another tucked into the front pocket of his backpack. And a tiny stack, carefully pressed flat peeking inside his pencil case.
He looked up, eyes widening slightly when he realized you’d seen.
“…The hell are you staring at?” he snapped, cheeks warming just a bit too fast.
“You kept them?” you whispered.
Bakugou clicked his tongue. “They’re mine, aren’t they? Why would I throw them away?”
“You said they were immature.”
“They are,” he grumbled, grabbing his notebook a little too defensively. “But—” He hesitated, scowl softening. “They… help me focus. Or whatever. So shut up.”
You smiled, heart melting. “So you like them.”
“Don’t push it,” he growled, but he didn’t look away.
Before leaving, you tore a fresh sticky note from your pad. You doodled a tiny Bakugou with little spark explosions around him and stuck it right on the front of his notebook.
This time, he didn’t complain.
He just looked at it… then at you… and muttered,
“…Thanks.”
And when he thought you had left the room, he lifted the sticky note and tucked it carefully with the others.
