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Senku: Gen, you haven’t left the laboratory in three days, yet you somehow knew that Taiju used Yuzuriha’s fabric scissors?

Gen: It’s a gift, Senku-chan! I am simply in tune with the human psyche.

Chelsea:[Bursters into the room, out of breath, slamming a map onto the table] GUYS! You will NOT believe what I found while surveying the north ridge!

Senku: A new iron deposit?

Chelsea: No! Even better! Look at this layout! If you track the patterns, Tsukasa has been intentionally taking the long route to the river just to avoid making eye contact with Hyoga after their argument about protein! I mapped out the exact radius of their mutual awkwardness!

Gen: [Inspecting the map] Excellent work, Chelsea. The geography of spite.

Chelsea: Yay! I love helping with 'demographic research' [Runs off to map more drama]

Senku: ......You're weaponizing her enthusiasm.

Ive had this idea written down in my WIPs section for a hot minute but I feel like you write senku much better than I do so:

Senku who needs to be shut up. Like he, for some reason or another, is nervously rambling and he will NOT shut up.... so you make him (wink wink)

everytime i scroll through my requests i stop and stare at this one a little longer than the rest… also, never feel discouraged to write! i’m sure your writing is amazing anon!! ☺️

i just hope this does your request justice 🙏🏾

making out + suggestive undertones!

Truthfully, you loved when Senku rambled.

When he’d come searching for you specifically to talk your ear off whatever new thing his brain had been cooking up. Whether it was late at night and you were already cuddled up for bed, or if it’s mid-day and he was pacing circles in the lab—you’d listen to him endlessly.

Most of the time, that is.

Tonight, though, he’d been going for hours. His voice had become a steady drone of formulas and ratios. Theories spilling out faster than you could follow. You’d tried, smiling, nodding along, even the occasional question to show that you were engaged, but somewhere between “molecular cohesion” and “thermal conductivity,” or whatever he was saying, your head had slumped into your hand and your eyes had started to droop.

Senku didn’t notice. He was too deep in it, long strides carrying him back and forth, hands moving through the air like his ideas were solid objects. “Which means we’ll need to adjust the—no, wait, if we compensate with—”

You sighed, fond but exasperated. He’d go all night if you let him.

“Sen...” you called softly, sleep coating your voice.

He barely glanced at you, words still tumbling out. “—the lattice will collapse unless we stabilize it with—”

"Senku," you repeated, firmer this time, letting your voice carry the weight of your patience—or rather, your growing impatience.

But he didn’t stop.

That was enough. You stood, caught him mid-stride, and tugged him down by the collar.

His eyes widened as your lips crashed into his. The lecture cut off instantly, all those spinning calculations scattering into nothing. For once, the genius scientist had no words at all—just a muffled groan, hands twitching at his sides before they found purchase on your hips, subtly pulling you closer.

The careful, precise rhythm of his mind, normally so unyielding, had dissolved entirely, replaced by the warmth of your lips and the soft, helpless sighs that tumbled from him.

When you pulled back, breath warm against his lips, you smiled at the stunned, flushed look in his eyes.

“You talk a lot, ya know,” you murmured, thumb moving to brush at his jaw.

He blinked at you, still a little glassy-eyed, and you could practically see the gears in his head struggling to turn. “You signed up for it,” he muttered finally, voice low and a little rough, “don’t blame me.”

“Hmmm, I guess I like it… your voice is nice.”

“Just nice?”

“Don’t start fishing for compliments now,” you teased, leaning just close enough that your noses brushed.

He leans back in to kiss you again, like he can’t help but be pulled into you. You smile into it, pressing a little harder, and you can feel him short-circuiting again. His lips part slightly, a soft hitch of breath escaping, before his tongue flicks teasingly over your bottom lip.

You oblige immediately, parting your lips and letting him explore, his movements hesitant at first, then gradually more confident. Every touch of his tongue, every press of his lips against yours, makes your chest tighten, and you can feel him melt into you—a small battle of dominance—one that you always win.

Senku pulls back, a thin string of saliva connecting the both of you, panting, eyes lidded with a dazed, love-struck look.

You smirk up at him.

“How about we go do something more… entertaining?” you murmur, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Senku quirks a brow at you, red eyes glinting. “Are you calling me boring?”

You groan, clutching his arm, exasperation clear in your tone He chuckles, but follows after you obediently—completely wrapped around your finger.

i love senku ishigami so much (i think it’s becoming a problem… )

i will love him in any form, any universe. he’s perfect!