#dr stone reader insert

[heyhoeudoin]

TIMES SENKU TALKED ABOUT YOU

"I will always be by your side."

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 9.2k

genre/s: fluff, mystery, storytelling in the third perspective (special ep, s3, s4), slight angst

warning/s: she/her, swearing, ambiguous/not direct ending

synopsis: there is always someone next to senku, all the time.

masterlist ; loyalty built from love (part 1)

a/n: jokes on you guys, i was already writing a part two even before i got many requests for it. also, i wrote part 1 like months ago and it took months to write as well, so when i re-read it for part 2, part 1 was so ambiguously written good that even i have no idea what the hell i was going for.

also, don't be shy to give any comments, because i am reading those and i love them all <3

anyone could tell that senku misses you

like a lot...

to the point that he mentions you

a lot...

it was rather endearing to the people around him

it's cute that senku still remains the habit of talking about you whenever you're not physically with him

yuzuriha always liked that habit of his

she will never not be bothered by it, she's used to it after all

he would always at least mention you once a day

he just loves talking about you

it's really endearing and an adorable side to the usually unaffectionate friend of hers

"the first balloon that humanity took flight in was made of hemp cloth," shared senku as gen let out an awed noise. "the one massive ordeal to overcome is..."

"right..." yuzuriha raised her hand. "you need a crap ton of cloth, don't you?" she asked with a slightly painful look on her face, already knowing the work she's going to put into.

"oh, look!" senku pointed at yuzuriha with a devilish expression. "i totally didn't realize! we've got the crafts club here!" yuzuriha jabbed a fist at his chest.

senku and kaseki then got onto the floor and bowed, performing a dogeza. "the science team will commit itself to designing the passenger basket," senku explained in a robot manner.

"we'll make any tools you need," kaseki tells her, raising his head.

"can i leave the cloth making to you? to the yuzuriha crafts team?" senku confidently asked, raising his head.

yuzuriha nods as senku stood up and the two shared a high-five. "of course you can!" she exclaimed with a peace sign.

"i could've had y/n help you with this. well actually, i think she would've helped immediately without me saying anything, but..." senku trailed off, but yuzuriha understood what he's trying to say.

she placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "i know, senku. it's fine! i've got it handled."

later on yuzuriha asked senku and kaseki to make a loom to get things going a bit faster and easier. as she waited, senku called, "hey, it's done." she turned around expecting a simpler loom, but it was not. she let out a surprised noise, falling onto the ground. a pleasant surprise, she was given.

"was this not what you were expecting, yuzuriha-chan?" kaseki asks, a bit worried.

"we didn't have much time," says senku, looking a bit worried too. "did you want an electric one? maybe i should've. y/n would have my head seeing i didn't immediately make an electric one for you."

yuzuriha hurriedly dismissed their worry. "no! no! i appreciate it a lot!"

"they're the senku department store's first high-end products. it might be a while before they start selling," says gen, looking at the racks that held an assortment of clothes and the people that looked around the new place.

"y/n would've love this," senku absentmindedly mentions. "she would've easily volunteered for that fashion show too."

gen turned to senku as if he grew a head.

"oh, also, hand them out to anyone who works," senku then tells gen. "we have a living manifestation of greed who'll buy just about anything."

that was first time gen heard senku talk about you as if he's some clingy boyfriend that misses his girlfriend, he thought he was finally going insane in the stone world

he genuinely would have never thought that senku's the type to be like that when it comes to relationships

which was already shocking in of itself

he truly never expected to have "senku" and "relationship/boyfriend/girlfriend" in the same sentence

are you two really just boyfriend and girlfriend though?

it doesn't seem right to call you and senku, girlfriend and boyfriend

it feels like the two of you have something more

ryusui never met you

of course because when the fuck would he ever

but he has been in the same room as you a few times

people from the "rich, noble, important" families would hold these galas for the "high-class", and you attended some of them for connecting purposes

he, on the other hand, attended most of these which made it possible for him to have seen you in person a few time

though, he never dared interact with you

he only stared at you from afar in awe

it was also an added bonus that because of one of these galas, your family ended up connecting with his family through buying yachts

though, other than that, the nanami conglomerate and the l/n family has no other connection than a business one

and so when senku mentioned your name...

he didn't know what to think when senku mentioned you as if you were an old friend

and judging by chrome's reaction, it seems that the scientist has mentioned you a few times already

"we're in the sky, protected by nothing but our own skin and flesh. you don't get this kind of extravagance anywhere else," he says, looking on the horizon they are given from the air balloon. "not this unique sensation."

"yeah," senku agreed. "y/n would love to be here right now, but sucks to be her for not being here." he cackled out a laughter as chrome turned to him and gave him a light jab.

"seriously?" he deadpanned, but then got distracted by a flock of bird, flying pass the balloon. "we're with the birds!" he exclaimed.

actually, did he even refer to you as if you were an old friend?

it almost felt like he referred to you as if you were dead...

and in a manner that only a really close friend has the rights to do

ryusui didn't believe that though

i mean, how could he?

you dead?

it's ridiculous (utterly ridiculous)

he can see the reasons on why senku has survived and thrived

he also knows the reasons on why you, too, are just as capable of surviving and thriving

so where are you really?

"it's as good as bread from a popular modern shop," senku says after taking a bite out of the stollen that francois just baked. "it'll last to the other side of the planet, and it's good as hell. a perfect food that i've been dying to have and we've got it now!"

"greed equals justice," is all what francois says.

"y/n's really missing out," senku absentmindedly called out. "she would've devoured these so fast, well, as much as her stomach can handle." he smiled fondly at the thought

gen turned to him and asked, "does she like bread that much?"

"loves them even more so than the average person," senku says with a tired expression from just thinking about it. "that girl dragged me around the globe just to have a damn bread tour."

francois wasn't sure if they had heard the scientist correctly

did senku just refer to you like you two are old friends?

you?

a member of the most powerful family in the entirety of japan?

the eldest of the said family?

the next in line?

the hidden treasure of japan?

it was strange

they were confused on why senku would have connections to you

and judging from gen's casual follow-up question, your name has been brought up more than once by senku

but it wasn't their job to be curious and to question the lives of others

their job was to serve ryusui-sama

and for the sake of the nanami conglomerate, ishigami senku is an absolute want

minami, being the journalist she is, are one of the only few people that knows you a bit better than most

after all, she was handpicked by the l/n family to be one of the few media representation for your first ever media debut

it was groundbreaking for her career

and it also broke the entirety of japan

you had revealed then that you will not be accepting any courting, and offers of marriage because you had already found the person you'd spend your life with

no one knew who you were talking about

she remembered the massive wave of investigation happening shortly after the publication of that interview done by... everyone, really

no one ever figured it out who this person was

...or is

maybe she's the first amongst reporters to finally figure it out

"at least let me take the first picture for memory's sake!" exclaimed minami with an embarrassed expression.

"perfectly fair," voiced ukyo and gen.

ryusui laughed, raising his hand in the air. "i'm buying the photo, model rights, and all!" he declared.

minami turned to him, angry, baring teeth. "why should the first photo be yours?!"

"what are you talking about?" he asked. "it's a record of the beginning of technological civilization. it should be senku, obviously. am i right?"

senku owlishly stared at ryusui and minami.

"an exhibit at the nanami museum, representing the history of the new world." ryusui walked over to where senku stood with all the other cameras.

senku stuck a pinky into his ear. "what are you talking about?" he asked. "if anything, the first picture should be y/n." a wave of silence rose amongst the revived people. they know fully well that what senku had said was absolutely correct.

but they also know that it won't be possible right now.

the scientist sighs, breaking the silence. "it's too bad she's frozen shut right now," he mocked casually with a teasing grin.

"i think you're the only one who can joke about her like that," gen commented with a slightly awkward chuckle.

in the end, senku had the honors of being the first person photographed in the stone age, posing the famous einstein pose and minami had the honors of photographing the first picture in the stone age

but that wasn't the only thing that she got from this

she's always listening, you know? and there was one thing that stood out from the banter around her

no one in japan would have the courage, the boldness to joke around your name like senku had just did

not to your face nor behind your back

and yet senku, being the man of knowledge he is, is bold enough to do so

why is that?

was gen right?

that senku really is the only person who can joke about you like that?

since the surrender of tsukasa, there were many rumors she had heard about the two of you and it was all the same thing

that you and senku have something going on

she refuses to believe those rumors

she's a journalist—she shouldn't be believing in those rumors!

her motto is to find the truth

and the truth she will find sooner or later (when she gets the guts to ask you)

when they found the oil, obviously they had to test it out

gen was the one conducting the test drive (because he's the only one with drivers license)

then taiju dropped by, getting a whiff of that oily smell

"hey! it's the love potion," commented taiju. "are you going to give it to someone, senku?"

the people there were confused on what taiju had meant. "what are you talking about, taiju-chan?" asked gen.

"you made some for me that day, remember?" taiju says as his mind took him back to the day it all started. "so that i would have the confidence to confess to yuzuriha. you also said it worked out for you and y/n because of it. it was the last moment we had before we all got petrified."

senku ended up cackling afterwards. "i did! i said that! i told you it was a love potion! you still believe that, you meathead?! that was gasoline!"

"what?! it was?!"

"also, no way in hell would i ever use something on y/n unless she forces me in another of her batshit insane experiments," senku deadpanned. "but if you think it smells the same with no prior knowledge—"

now, gen is totally one to assume

and what senku said kind of sounded like an implication...

in both that way and a completely different way

although, if it was that way then, knowing senku, he would have never mentioned it

so it was probably an actual batshit insane thing

why does gen feel like his image of you will be changed while they're here

a small moment of reference when yo was whispering some shit to gen, pinning senku as some sort of mad lad

well, he kind of is but...

"i'm pretty sure he's wack," whispered yo to gen. both sweating.

"nah, y/n's the one who's wack between she and i. i've still got my mind intact, just barely," senku retorted, looking back at the two.

when valentines came, gen had an interesting answer to his question

"ah, valentine's day," mused gen as kohaku repeated it, confused. "yeah, events are important. for the drago—i mean, for the morale."

senku and yuzuriha went out of the laboratory, handing out the chocolates. gen turned to senku with a question in mind. "do you give chocolates to y/n-chan, senku-chan?"

senku shook his head. "nah, y/n doesn't really like them," he answered which shocked gen. "she'd rather have things that she could wear or practical gifts."

see

look at that

that gave a lot to gen

senku practically confirmed that he gives gifts to you!

and also does so on VALENTINES

if that's not confirmation of being a couple, he doesn't know what is

but then again...

like he had thought before, it doesn't feel like the two you are just boyfriend and girlfriends

but what other kind of relationship would still condone in the valentines romance gift giving?

shouldn't there be some kind of answers by now?

then after they took the group photo with the finished ship

senku looked a bit... down? contemplated?

it was strange to see

why would he be feeling down?

it was quite obvious as well

"are you unsatisfied about the pictures, senku?" asked minami, holding her camera.

"nah, i don't care about that," answered senku.

"then what's got you so down, senku-chan?" asked gen.

senku stared off in the direction of where the tsukasa empire was with a somber look. gen immediately understood from that alone. "take lots of pictures when y/n comes back, journalass," senku told her as he walked off towards the ship.

everyone knew that you barely had any pictures

after all, you were called the hidden treasure of japan

you probably told senku how you felt about it, and he remembers

gen thought it was sweet

minami felt herself gushing about it

when ryusui called upon the people who were needed on the expedition, it was gen's turn to come aboard.

and, to be perfectly clear, tsukasa was left behind by choice because he felt obliged to protect the kingdom of science since most of the battle team were coming along to the perseus

"uh, you don't need me, do you?" asked gen, frantically. "i've got the strength of a bean sprout."

"we don't know what kinds of enemies we're going to meet. what good is a mentalist if they aren't there when that happens, dumbass?" explained senku. "i'd have y/n instead of you if she wasn't being frozen away like a piece of salami."

the modern people felt cultural shock at the casual way of senku playing around your name, but at the same time they feel that they should get used to it.

"ah so i'm just a second choice, huh?" mused gen as he trekked up towards the ship.

"of course you are," senku answered without thinking. "it's always y/n first to me."

the crowd who watched the take off of the ship awed at the display of loyalty senku accidentally announced. gen started grinning, knowing full well that he caused senku to slip like that. senku then grimaced at what he said even thought it's true.

maybe senku should dial back a bit...

ryusui also knows now that you're very much alive somewhere in the kingdom of science

he just doesn't know why you're not physically present

also, did his ears deceive him or did senku just practically confess his feelings for you?

but it wasn't that...

judging from the way the people present cooed at his confession and how gen was smirking like he set it up on purpose

was there something else between the two of you?

this time, it was yuzuriha who shared something about you

"these kinds of people are always dying to show you the machines they tuned the hell out of," says nikki, looking sympathetic.

"they won't let you go until their done," kohaku added.

"i'll be alright!" yuzuriha clarified, making kohaku and nikki shocked. "i always sat through senku-kun's five hour rocket lectures and stuff."

"we have a veteran here!" exclaimed nikki, still looking shock with kohaku.

yuzuriha laughs at that. "if you think i'm a veteran, then y/n must be something else! she always did listen to him..." she mused with a fond smile.

senku smiled as well from that comment.

yuzuriha may not be as close to you as she is to senku, but she completely adores you!

...after getting over the fact that you're the y/n l/n

you were like... any other person, just a bit clueless in other areas

actually, you were a lot like senku in a lot of ways

it's a good portion of the reason why the two of you have the relationship that you two have grown to have

this time, gen was the one to first mention you to amaryllis

albeit in a more... implied upbringing

despite not actually knowing if you two are intertwined or not

but he's very confident that you two are

"that kind of attack isn't going to work on senku-chan," he says. "he's already married, you know?"

and then he went scummy

to which kohaku shouted and hit at him for

and then she later scolded herself after forcing a kiss on senku to save her own ass

she kneeled on the ground and slammed her head on the floor in a dogeza position, facing the direction of ishigami village. "i am sorry, y/n. i will be held responsible for this action, and i will allow you to give me whatever punishment is deemed necessary."

senku sighed, sticking a finger in his pinky, looking exasperated. "y/n's reasonable, calm down, she won't be that mad." his eyes looking far away in the same direction as if thinking of something himself for you.

while senku was making conditioner for kohaku, he mentions you

"y/n's actually been nagging me about making hair stuff for a while now," senku commented while making the hair products. "she always had this specific routine for her hair."

amaryllis didn't know who you are. "is she the one who's married to him?" she asked gen.

"yes," he answered. "y/n-chan is a very powerful person. she's probably even stronger than the strongest soldiers here on the island."

"really?!"

senku glanced at the implied threat gen displayed with an unamused look, but let him does so anyways. it's true, after all.

when amaryllis tried to girlie-fy the boys,

"you know, y/n would actually be impressed that you could fake being a girl like that," senku mentions, crossing his arms on his chest after washing off the makeup on his face.

"really?"

"she'd probably even call you—in her words—a tall baddie." senku made a grimace as he said that.

then when the two girls and one boy dressed like a girl left, gen mentioned your name to start a conversation

"if only we have y/n-chan, huh?" gen comments.

senku shook his head. "nah, she wouldn't do that," he says. "although if she was here, she'd probably go all stealth instead."

"are they really..."

"i'm not answering any questions you have about them."

"so you do know!"

gen was inspecting the earpiece, amazed and shocked by how simple it can be done

and then, of course, senku mentions you

"it was y/n who actually taught me how to make that," senku commented. "i don't know why she bothered learning to make one when she could literally buy the best one, but she said she liked how simple and cosmetic it can be if made like this. though, i'm glad she taught it to me now because it certainly useful for this."

"of course this is y/n-chan's design, not yours," says gen, holding it up in front of him.

as senku looked through the pile of gold dust

as the pile of platinum grew

it was the first time he felt vulnerable since you had been frozen shut

he isn't one to be all emotional, but at moments like these... it really showed just how much care byakuya had for him

senku scoffs. "if y/n was here, she'd be bawling her eyes out," he says, his eyes a bit glassy himself.

"you counting seconds all that time, and your papa collecting sand for decades..." gen looked wistful. "you two are alike."

once the team were able to make the revival fluid, the thought of reviving their stoned comrades were first in the list

senku ordered kohaku to cleanly cut the greedy captain when given the chance

afterwards, ryusui's stone parts were delivered to them

"i've always known you're ridiculously rational, but... but still you're practically psycho at this point!" screamed gen after figuring out what's happening.

senku shook his head with a smirk. "nah, y/n's the psycho one between us," he corrected. "if she was given parts like these, she'd be experimenting, mix-and-matching them. i'd be the only one to get her to stop."

"every time you say things about y/n-chan that she's a psycho and all, it ruins the image i have of her and i can't help but not believe you," gen bluntly replied. "except you're the only one that knows who she really is, so i have to believe you."

senku cackled.

when kohaku was fighting against moz, all she could think about was how he's nothing compared to you

"i like strong girls, too, as long as they have a pretty face," he says as he took out the machete out of his weapon. "what kind of men do you like, kohaku-chan? how about me? i'm strong as hell."

the girl let out a sigh, then tied her hair up to her usual ponytail while crouching down. "strength is strength of mind," she states, making him slightly confused. "to be able to continue hammering a wedge for as long as it takes to carry out one's will. that's the kind of person i'm drawn to."

her pose changed to a battle stance. "well~ this is a problem, moz. you seem to be the exact opposite," she tells him. "and compared to him?" she scoffs. "actually, compared to her? you're nothing. literally. she's stronger than both of us combined, actually, stronger than anyone else on this island."

"i don't know who you're referring to, but you're cute, kohaku-chan. just not cute enough though."

did kohaku just imply something

AND

maybe come out of the closet?

maybe

maybe not

who knows

but she really wasn't lying

moz really is nothing compared to the people she admires and respects the most

as the parts of the gun was laid out on the table, the people from the 21st century had recognized it

of course they did, after all,

"this is what made men and women, young and old, all of humanity, all of homo sapiens, the apex predators. it's the invention of the gods and demons, and even then, humans who owns these rank higher than what we can see on the pyramid," senku states as kaseki finished the building of the gun.

"we, humans, may be on top of the food chain, but once given some source of power? we become our own enemies. and we all know who's at the top here in japan." he lets out a teasing smirk as some let out a sigh, knowing who he's talking about.

"tools are neither gods nor demons," ukyo says. "it's up to the person to determine how it's used."

"then let's be damn glad that our rulers didn't use these to become demons," cackled senku as he just had to make a joke.

both gen and yuzuriha let out a loud sigh.

ukyo decided to ignore the misplaced joke, and continue with what he was going to say anyways.

then later on when ryusui asked who would wield the gun...

senku turned his head towards the stoned yu. "if i had continued my gun lessons with y/n, maybe i can, but compared to the only police officer? yeah, he's better off with it." then he hummed, turning to his two childhood friends. "how about you two? any of you comfortable wielding a gun? i know you both got lessons from y/n also."

yuzuriha shook her head. "well, it's best to just leave it with yu... my lessons with y/n were more of for self-defense," she says.

"i also think it's better for yu to handle it. he's the professional," taiju says. "y/n tried to teach me, but i just always end up using my hands during the mock fights."

gen, ukyo, and ryusui turned to the trio in different waves of shock.

"i wonder how those lessons went knowing your non-existent strength, senku-chan," gen mused.

the scientist rolled his eyes.

it was actually pretty shocking to hear that the trio had gun lessons with YOU

like what an honor??

but it also makes sense for none of the trio to pick up on it since they've already had pretty different skill sets; a gun just didn't fit within it

it was also kind of scary to think about it

everyone knows that the l/n family are all skilled and powerful people

each person had a different skill set honed and trained to the absolute perfection, and that the regime it took to get there was of on a entirely different level

to hear that you had taught those three a small part of your regime,

just how hard was it?

it was an honor, but at the same time, no normal person can probably handle the regime of a l/n

when the team saw that the islanders were getting evacuated

it was a sign that ibara planned to petrify the entire island

"w-we're in huge trouble!" exclaimed suika in a panic.

"nah, just the opposite," senku says with a confident smirk. "when the going gets tough, the tough get going. we might be able to take all of it. the enemy, the kingdom, and the medusa!"

he starts cackling. "oh, y/n, you could've been so damn useful here, why'd you just have to go and get punctured," he sighs with a shake of his head.

ukyo looked at senku in nervousness. "why does it seem like you always have to insult her situation?" he rhetorically asks.

yuzuriha chuckles. "you'll get used to it," she says with a sympathetic smile. "it's his way of showing his love to her."

ukyo thinks that he'll never get used to it

he was one of the people that didn't know the dynamic between you and senku since your accident had happened right when the stone war ended

it's not like he doesn't believe that you two are together, it's just that he's the type to have to hear/see it to believe it

he still have that image of you in his head

that you're someone like tsukasa, except way dangerous and way scarier

it also doesn't help that you and your family are probably the only people that can get past his enhanced hearing

it's easy to say that he's afraid of you

which is why every time senku goes and makes fun of your accident, it gives him whiplash

this time yuzuriha was the one to think of you as she stared at the broken stone fragments of the master of the island

"it isn't over yet," she says. "we have to keep thinking, and keep going; that's what i learned from him... her... from them! we still have some adhesive senku-kun made for us in the kingdom of science." her eyes glistening as she darted from piece to piece.

you and senku are one of the most goal-oriented people she knows

senku will not stop until he completes what he needs to do

and you will not stop until you get what you want

it's almost scary

and when senku freed hyoga as their last resort

"we weren't cornered," senku tell ibara with a smooth confident voice despite the sweat dripping from his face. "we had you corner us into this particular room." with that, he dropped the glass of revival fluid.

of course, gen felt like he needed to mention you to get hyoga to fight for their side. "also, don't forget that if anything happens to senku, y/n-chan will have you head," he whispered out, loud enough for hyoga to hear. "i wonder what'll happen to you after seeing her dearly beloved bleeding out."

senku sighed and shook his head at the shit gen is saying, but he can't oppose to it because it's true.

the only reason hyoga was able to inflict a critical hit on you is because you were protecting tsukasa's sister. and so what if you weren't protecting anyone AND anger engulfed you?

it's safe to say that no one wants to feel the true wrath of a member of the l/n family, much less from you

"i'm alone," senku says out loud as he watched the sun set off in the distance. his back heavy from the phone, his body aching from tiredness, and his shoulder throbbing with dried blood. his eyes glistened in nostalgia as his memories of the early stone world passes through his mind. "again. i'm alone again..."

the phone rings, shocking him out of his pondering.

"can you hear me, senku-san?" called ruri from the other side. "how are things over there, senku-san?"

he stared at the phone in front of him. a smirk slipping through his lips. "no," he changes his mind. "i'm not alone this time." he then quietly added,

"i also have someone i need to go home to."

as the topic of ruri and the mainland was brought up while they ate, taiju had lots to say

"is this ruri girl chrome's girlfriend or ex or something?" amaryllis asked francois, excited to hear some juicy details about her new allies/friends.

"no, i'm told that she is senku-sama's former wife," they answered.

taiju looked absolutely shocked, shaking from the news. "what?!" he exclaimed, really loud. "when did you get married, senku?! weren't you going to marry y/n?!?!" he shook the scientist by the collar.

senku had his fingers in his ears the entire time, not phased, but annoyed. he's used to the loudness of taiju after all. "just for three minutes! we got divorced right away," he explained.

that only fueled taiju more, shaking the scientist once again. "what?! when did you get divorced, senku!? was y/n okay with this?!"

"okay! okay!" senku exclaimed as he took the hands off of his collar. "i just said we got divorced right away! also, y/n was fine with it! it was ages ago."

now, francois isn't one to oblige in gossip especially when it's related to you

but when taiju implied that you and senku are betrothed, they can't help but wonder

are you and senku really engaged to each other?

they had seen how normal engaged couples are, but the two of you don't seem to act like that

but then again, you're, y/n l/n and he's, senku ishigami

not one is normal

the small group now stared at the trashed upper control room located on the perseus

chrome was fuming. "those assholes made a damn mess! they didn't even know what they were dealing with! bastards!" he ranted as he stomped onto the floorboards.

"now's not the time to be getting all salty," senku piped up as he stuck a pinky into his ear.

"actually, i've never seen senku truly angry," taiju says, smiling at his comment.

"no, i get angry. i'm not a saint. i'm just too busy to," interrupted the scientist. "and y/n definitely seen me angry a few times."

later on, when they finally de-petrified kohaku and ginro

instead of giving ginro a hug, kohaku ran to senku, giving the scientist a hug

ginro was mad about it, but who cares about him and his pervy ways

kirisame was blushing at the sight of kohaku hugging senku. albeit, him not reciprocating that, but receiving it with a smile and soft eyes anyways.

"oh right. kirisame-chan, you think they're in a legit relationship, don't you?" gen says. "senku's actually in a relationship with someone else. kohaku's actually breaking a lot of rules doing this."

"i don't think that's what that hug is about," says amaryllis. "not between those two."

"it better not be," screamed gen, purposely gaining kohaku's attention.

kohaku broke the hug off with senku. "i almost died!" she exclaimed to gen. "let me be relieved of surviving!"

then she kneeled to the ground and made a dogeza once again at the direction of the ishigami village. "i also assure you, y/n, that that hug was nothing. i would never do you like that. i would choose you over him any day," she stated as senku rolled his eyes while both gen and nikki laughed.

"you got that right, kohaku!" nikki hollered.

later at night, once the team finished de-petrifying the islanders and the rest of their people, a party of celebration was happening at the deck of the perseus

ginro and suika found senku and his team down at the lower half of the control room where the comms are

as senku bluntly asked what ruri needed, amaryllis was shocked

"eh?? isn't this your first time talking to your former wife after all that's happened on the island?" she lets out.

"that's senku for you," is all kohaku says.

"who cares about the former wife, he's already got a current wife to think about much less than a former one," retorted gen, making kohaku hit his head.

"that's my sister you're talking about."

on a cliff, some of the battle team gathered

kohaku and kirisame stood in front of each other

ginro, kinro, nikki, and kokuyo were stationed at the side, as the audience

"now that we know why-man is our enemy, our job as the battle team is no longer to investigate," kohaku announced as the leader of the said team. "it's to train for the inevitable battle!"

ginro lets out a frightened screech. "we just defeated the petrification kingdom! this is even scarier!"

kohaku and kirisame took a stance, then lounged for each other. the two neck and neck in skill. those watching couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of the dance.

"they're evenly matched!" exclaimed nikki.

"they're both incredible," kokuyo lets out.

"you're strong," kirisame says in between strikes. "you were holding back the last time we fought, weren't you?"

kohaku scoffs. "i wasn't going easy on you. i would never be disrespectful. i apologize. i was simply not accustomed to moving around in a dress."

ginro then bursts out a scream that he held in during the entire duration of the spar, freezing the two girls in shock. he then also ran away.

kohaku shook her head at ginro. "i won't be able to teach you more than you already know since you and i fairly the same in combat skill. the only person who can teach all of us more techniques is y/n, and hopefully when senku heals her, she'll continue lessons."

"y/n? is this the person you were apologizing for?" asked kirisame.

"she's better than all of us combined," is all kohaku said as her gaze stared at the direction of the ishigami village with a sparkling look in her eyes.

a small blush slowly flushed on kirisame's cheeks the more she stared at the way kohaku looked.

it was quite an intimate look that kohaku gave

kirisame noticed it was the same one she had gave to senku

after building the windmill, chrome looked around and wondered for senku

it took a while for him to figure out where the mad scientist could have gone, but he finally found senku

opening the door to the mobile lab, chrome immediately asked, "yo, senku, what the hell are you doing all by yourself?"

senku managed to let out a chuckle. "working on an exhilarating craft," he managed to say pass his crusty lips.

"oh, shit!" chrome screamed at the shocking sight of a dehydrated and crusty senku.

senku downed a few bottles of water which made his complexion slowly come back. he lets out an exhale after drinking. "completely forgotten about hydrating. got too used to having y/n take care of that for me," he absentmindedly mentions.

senku and chrome continued to talk about the plans that senku had for later during the night.

chrome could tell that senku missed you

how could he not have noticed?

everyone practically knows also!

senku always somehow mentions you at least once a day

he never thought senku could be so damn clingy...

it takes him back to the times he witnessed the two of you intimate moments

they really need to come and revive you already

he could never get used to that empty space next to senku

later at night, a small festival was being held at the beach

the lights dimmed, gaining the attention of all

"do you hear me, all?" chrome exclaimed from the speakers. "we're gonna show you something that's going to leave the whole of treasure island speechless and wanting more! rainbow bridge, max level!"

a few seconds later, fireworks shot out into the sky.

senku stared at the night sky that bloomed an array of fireworks, imprinting their colorful displays for all to see. his eyes glistened with nostalgia, a memory popping into mind.

"hey, senku, do you think you could show these back in mainland?" asked kohaku who now stood next to him.

senku turned to her, the memory fainting away. "maybe, we'll see," he replies.

"would you change your mind if i mention that you could see these again with y/n standing by your side next time?" she retorted.

he hummed. "i was just thinking about her," he revealed, quietly. "the first time she saw fireworks, she was with me and byakuya. i could already see her whining about not being there for the first fireworks in this stone world." he scoffs, then lets out a sigh. "fine, we'll do it again at mainland."

kohaku smiled a teasing grin.

a little later, after the firework show, senku stood in front of the treasure tree. he heard footsteps behind him that got closer, and closer. "why are you here?" he asked without looking back.

"just an early morning stroll," answered kohaku. "is it not the same for you?"

"thousands of years ago, byakuya and the other astronauts set foot here for the first time in an utterly deserted new world," senku quietly says as his eyes glistened. "though they've long since turned to dirt, aside from a few fragments of rock."

kohaku scoffs as she quickly and easily climbed up the tree. "that's not true!" she exclaimed as she walked over to where the treasure laid. "you, i, and everyone else will someday die and return to dust, but their will is passed down, refined, and carried on into the future."

senku stared at kohaku who now stood at the small entrance way of the treasure. "isn't that what humanity calls 'science'? that's what you and y/n taught me, senku," she says, looking down at him.

he chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. "yeah, that's right. we're going way farther than those goofy astronauts. we're going to the moon," he stated. "and y/n will be stoked to hear it; she always did love the moon."

kohaku jumped down from the top of the tree, now standing on an elevated root. "it's not true that byakuya and his team left nothing behind. in fact, they connected everything for us," she mentioned.

senku didn't reply, but instead added, "typical, i mean, he's always done the connecting."

kohaku didn't understand what senku had meant when he said that

there are many things about senku... about you that she doesn't know about

some day, she'd like to know more about the two of you

the perseus landed

people started talking about the missing cracks

chrome immediately showed the medusa

"does that mean that mean she'll finally wake up?" tsukasa asked, stepping forward.

senku chuckled as he walked down. "yeah, let's get her out of that damn cold sleep already. our hidden treasure of japan, y/n l/n." the scientist may have not said anything else regarding you after that, but they all knew how much he wanted you to stand next to him again.

"we say cold sleep, but really, we just froze her..." commented gen.

"yeah, like an ice cube," cackled senku. "i bet you she wasn't even asleep most of the time, but suffering from the cold. she hates the cold."

gen sighs at yet another tease towards you.

"that's not the real problem though, is it? you can always trust a sailor's gut," ryusui piped up, then his eyes narrowed on the scientist. "when ibara jabbed you... senku, given how pragmatic you are, you would have healed yourself immediately with the dr. stone set. am i right? yet the crack in your forehead is still there. in other words, you didn't use it. you saved it for... y/n. why?"

"oh right, you don't know, ryusui-chan?" gen asked. "y/n-chan and senku-chan are intertwined. of course, he'd rather heal his y/n-chan over himself."

some people silently laughed knowing that it's true. ryusui, however, looked shocked. there were many implications, but never a confirmation. senku didn't say anything regarding his relationship with you, though, instead he had a different reason.

"actually, the medusa is out of battery."

that gained everyone's attention.

"that thing runs on batteries?!" exclaimed taiju, next to senku.

senku chuckled. "dunno," he says. "and we don't exactly have the luxury of smashing it open to have a look-see inside. but it is using some kind of energy. the one thing that could never happen is for it to make energy out of nothing."

he turned his head to a certain girl. "kirisame," he called out. "is the petrification beam's area specified in radii?"

"yes, why?" she answered.

"when i stoned ibara, i specified five meters. but the petrification beam barely made maybe a meter and a half."

kirisame looked taken aback. "that's impossible!" she argued. "it's never deviated in size..." then her eyes dilated as some form of realization dawned onto her. "...it's out of energy?" she lets out in shock.

here they are in the cave where you were put to sleep

senku, chrome, kohaku, taiju, yuzuriha, gen, ginro, kinro, ryusui, nikki, ukyo, and matsukaze

chrome lifted the lid of the makeshift freezer making the cold fog explode that slowly dispersed to the floor, revealing your pale cold body.

senku walked over to stand next to you. he stared at you as his eyes glistened with memories. he absentmindedly raised his hand to your face, leaving a lingering touch. his thumb caressing your cold cheek.

the small intimate moment of affection really caught ryusui off guard

senku's eyes always held conviction

after all, his eyes are the most transparent part of him

yet ryusui never saw it that soft and so full of love before

he honestly thought that gen was messing with him

but this?

seeing it for himself really changed everything

kohaku approached and stood next to senku, holding the medusa. the two turned to each other, their eyes making contact. no words were exchanged. senku gave a nod as kohaku then bent down and placed the medusa in the space of your clasped hands.

taiju walked over and took senku's hand and placed it on top of yours. "senku! hold y/n's hand with all you've got!"

senku looked taken aback. "what?" he lets out.

"i see!" exclaimed kohaku. "if you hold her really close to the device, it might give her just a little more of the light."

"that's seriously not going to make a difference," senku retorted, but a small smile formed on his face. "fine, whatever, and if i get caught in the beam, it'll heal my wounds and cracks too; perfect."

yuzuriha then walked over, standing next to taiju. she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile. then she removed it and placed it on top of yours. kohaku and chrome, too, placed their hand on top of yours.

"one meter, one second."

the green light engulfed you as your skin slowly turned to stone. the others pulled back their hands while senku immediately took the vial of revival fluid and pours it on you. the stone skin cracked and fragments fell, both stone and ice.

you sat right up as you screamed, "senku!" then you stood up and out of the freezer, tackling him into a hug.

"did they hurt you?" he asked as he pushed away and cupped your face with one hand.

your eyes widen as a big smile formed on your face. the others were confused by what senku had meant. "no, no, i'm okay," you answered as you placed a hand over his. "did they hurt you?"

"who cares."

"i do!"

you and senku then bursts out laughing.

"sorry, what just happened?" gen managed to ask. "what was that?"

taiju and yuzuriha were chuckling as well. "every time they reunite, they always reference steven universe," yuzuriha explained. "i think it was one of the first things that y/n watched with senku."

"that gem cartoon from the states?" gen asks, but then he immediately hums afterwards. "no, wait, that makes sense."

you turned your head to kohaku with a smile and soft eyes. her eyes glistened as she stared at yours. you extended your arms as she ran into them. nuzzling her nose into your chest while you tightened your hold.

a second later, you pulled back and turned back to senku. "so what's our situation now?" you asked.

"she only just woke up," says matsukaze in awe.

"i've heard around that that's how she is," commented nikki. "always working like him."

"although, i think that she's more serious and formal than him," ukyo mentions. ryusui nods his head, agreeing with ukyo.

"we're attacking the moon!" exclaimed senku with a not-so-serious face.

you owlishly blinked at senku, then a huge excited toothy wide grin formed on your face. "ah! no way really?!" you squealed as you clasped your hands together which caught the others off guard. "senku, darling, it's your dream!" you engulfed the man into a tight hug that lifted him off the ground. if anyone caught onto that affectionate name, no one mentioned it.

he pushed you away. "we've got company, y/n, calm down," he tells you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"who cares about the company!" you retorted. "tell me: are we blowing up the moon?" you asked looking like a child that just got permission to do something they've always wanted to do.

"what?! no!" screamed out senku. "this is a mistake. maybe i should make tsukasa the soldier for the moon."

"wait, honey, no! i'm kidding!"

"i take back what i said," ukyo says in absolute awe and shock with ryusui, nikki, and matsukaze also looking hella shocked.

"yeah, my image of her is completely ruined," mentioned gen.

it was then you caught sight of new faces. "oh, hello," you formally greeted with a short bow. "i don't think i've met you guys yet. although, your face is familiar. i apologize, but could you relay your name to me again?" you gestures your entire palm at ryusui.

the four felt a wave of whiplash at the sudden change in tone and demeanor of the person in front of them; a very important person they may add.

"h-hello, i'm nikki," she greeted, really nervously.

"ah, you're the woman on the phone. i'm glad to see another woman on the battle team." you smiled at her as she nodded, freezing up and pink dusting her cheeks.

"i'm ukyo," he says, raising his hand up.

"yes! the one with good hearing. i'm pleased to see you on this side now," you tell him as he gave a loopy smile, his cheeks a bit faint of red.

"ryusui nanami," he bowed, taking your hand into his and giving a light peck on it.

your eyes widen at the familiar gesture and at the name. "ah, one of the sons of the nanami conglomerate," you acknowledged, then you realized something.

"wait!" you turned around to senku. "you guys built a boat?! just how many things did i miss?"

this time, gen spoke up, "i'll tell you all about it."

"hello, gen," you greeted with a slight smirk. "you're not walking on eggshells around me anymore," you stated as you looked him, up and down. "what changed?"

gen shook his head as he chuckled. "senku ruined your image for me," he says, making you coo.

"aw, senku, you still have that habit?"

"shut up."

this is when ginro decided to speak up. "senku, i just figured it out!" he exclaimed, his face being way too overly arrogant. "you hurried back to y/n because you were worried she was going to spoil in the freezer, right? i know you hate all that mushy stuff, though!" his elbow jabbing into senku's neck.

"he's absolutely tackless!" says kohaku.

"well, if he just wanted someone super strong, he could've taken my top student—i mean, guard, matsukaze-kun." ginro really got carried away.

matsukaze stared at you

he was wondering why you were considered the strongest

he honestly thought it was that tsukasa man

that man was trained to the absolute limit, he could tell with one look

but you?

you didn't look like you were trained like tsukasa was

he stepped towards you and gave a bow, staying in that position. "my name is matsukaze," he greeted. "y/n-dono, if it would be all right, i would like to challenge you once you are well."

you looked at the new face in glee. "oh? then how about now? let's go outside," you tell him. "oohh~ this is fun! i never had anyone challenge me before."

"gee, i wonder why," mused gen, already knowing the outcome of this fight.

matsukaze now understands why you're the strongest here and not tsukasa

you had defeated him with a single finger

a single finger that you used on his forehead to stop his lunge and forcefully push him to the ground

your leaking bloodlust and monotone stare caused him to freeze on the ground, too speechless and afraid to move

you blinked your eyes and your demeanor changed, reverting to what it once was before the fight. "oh my, i apologize, matsukaze," you tell him as you extended a hand to him. "you challenged me," is all you say.

he politely took your hand as you helped him up. he bowed down to you and say, "i am defeated."

"you're a very capable man, and i'm glad to have new members for the battle team," you tell him.

ginro is now humbled

"since the device is out of battery, senku's crack will never go away now," says suika as she walked over to in front of him

"no!" you exclaimed with a huff as if you were child who were having a tantrum.

people slowly turned to you. senku sighs, feeling like he knows what you're going to say.

"i like the stone cracks!" you announced as you walked over to senku. you then traced the lines on his forehead. "it gives him character and he looks... really... good with them."

"y/n..." senku called with a warning tone. "did that freezer like give you a damn concussion or something?"

you laughed as you just give him a hug. you arms around his shoulders, your head burying into his neck. he sighed and hugged you back with one arm that rubbed your back in a comforting way.

this is when gen was like "why should senku-chan get all the fun?" leading to everyone else getting back their petrification cracks

you included of course, after you had stopped clinging onto senku like a koala

although some people didn't forget the small public display of affection you and senku shared, in fact, it really caught them off guard

ukyo, ryusui, nikki, and tsukasa aren't used to it

you were acting like a clingy girlfriend that hadn't seen her boyfriend in months

and senku is acting like a boyfriend who's nonchalant about his girlfriend's clinginess, but everyone knows just how much he missed you!

two people with the most specific personality and a reputation to uphold, and yet here they are soft for each other

it's strange

but at the same time, it felt right

ukyo was down at the control room, double checking everything in case the islanders from treasure island had touched anything else

he thought no one else was on board besides some who would drop of supplies then leave afterwards

but then he heard you

...and senku

he looked around and saw that no one was on the surface, so the two of you were probably below nearby, in one of the rooms

"what was with you awhile ago?" senku asked.

"what do you mean?" you asked back.

"you..." ukyo could hear the hesitation in senku's voice. "did you not think that we... that i—!" a tremble in the scientist's voice. "were you... unsure of ever waking up?" he finally managed to ask. his voice whispering by the end.

a pause. all ukyo could hear was the breathing and the beating of two people. he could hear the anxiousness from each one.

"senku..." you called, softly in a whisper as well. "you need to understand that..." your voice trembling. "that i wasn't expecting you to find the medusa that quick. those months in the cold dark, i was preparing myself not to see you again for who knows how long."

you inhaled a shaky breath. your heart beating rapidly. "i know that those few months were nothing compared to the time we were apart in stone, but at least we both knew that the other was alive—!" your voiced cracked.

"just when you and i were together again, the stone world takes it away once more. how cruel is that?" you let out a shaky fake laugh.

"i could have died in my sleep, senku," you croaked out to him, sniffling and trembling. your breathing became rigid as senku's became heavy. you were probably crying at this point.

both of your hearts were beating so fast as well.

"no," senku says with full on denial. "no, y/n, you would have not died. y/n, you would have not fucking died!" he screamed out.

"what do you know?!" you screamed back at him. "i was the one in that damn freezer. i know what my body felt like throughout those damn fucking months. you know how my—" you took a deep breath. "my body felt like it was on it's way to death!"

"hah~ shit," you exhaled a shaky breath. "maybe i have already died, and i'm just wishing that you were next to me." a thud to the floor then rapid footsteps, ukyo heard.

"y/n, y/n, shit— don't do this— fuck! i'm here, y/n, i'm real. dammit y/n—! i'm right here!" senku screamed out in reassurance.

then ukyo heard a desperate kiss shared between the two.

ukyo left the perseus in a daze at what he heard

he could hear the emotions the two of you felt during the entirety of that

it was strong

to the point that he could feel it as well

"ukyo-chan?" called gen. "did something happen on the perseus? why are you crying?"

ukyo raised his hand and wiped his cheeks. it's true, he's crying. "um..." he hesitated. "senku and... y/n-san are..."

gen widen his eyes then it softened. "let's leave those two be for now," he says. "it must've been hard for them both. i've never seen them apart from each other for that long."

ukyo fully believes it now

that you two are together

even before the kiss had happen

masterlist ; loyalty built from love (part 1) a/n: i'm actually not as proud of this one compared to part 1, but that last bit? yeah, i like it part 3 will happen when the next season comes

[an0nymousmessenger]

The Scientific Method of Falling

Senku doesn’t dance—so naturally, you pull him onto the floor.

senku ishigami x reader

word count: 2.5k

a/n: University au.

“Come on, Senku. One dance. ”  

You dangle the challenge between your fingers, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

The event was loud. 

Overdressed students swayed under dim lights, champagne-colored drapes lining the walls of the student lounge. A room that was buzzing with energy with half the engineering department squeezed into the space, music humming beneath the chatter.

Off to the side, near the speakers, Gen lounges with the easy grace of a cat who’s just stirred up trouble. Chrome bounces on the balls of his feet, clearly excited, while Kohaku looks on with arms crossed, already grinning like she knows how this ends.

Senku, standing beside you, arms crossed, raises a brow. “Dancing is a primitive form of nonverbal communication. There is no logical reason for me to—”  

“Oh?” you interrupt, stepping slightly closer, stepping into his space. Your hands lace behind your back in mock innocence. “So you’re saying you can’t do it?”

There’s a pause.

A flicker of something sharp passes through his expression. “That’s not what I said,” he replies coolly.

You press in, just a fraction more. “Then prove it.” A slow, daring smile spreads across your lips. “Unless... you’re scared?”

The moment the words leave your mouth, you know you’ve won.

He exhales through his nose, something close to a scoff. There’s no real irritation in it, but the spark has caught.

“Scared?” he repeats under his breath, more to himself than to you. As if the hypothesis were so absurd it didn’t even deserve peer review. With one last glance at the expectant group, he places his drink down with a clink. “Fine.”

A whoop rises from your mutual friends. Gen pumps a fist like he’s just watched a domino fall exactly as predicted. Kohaku slaps him on the back, muttering something about being owed a soda. Someone not-so-subtly turns the music up, the bass rolling deeper now, setting the tempo. Before before Senku can reconsider, you are already grabbing his sleeve, eyes glinting with something mischievous as your fingers slide into his.

As you lead him onto the dance floor, hands clasped, you can’t help but notice an insignificant detail.  

His hands are warm and calloused, a sign of experiments and late nights in the lab. He hesitates as he places one hand on your waist, like he’s running calculations, trying to solve a problem that refuses to fit into neat equations.  

“Relax, Senku,” you murmur, leaning in just enough to be heard over the music. “It’s just one song.”

“Tch. It is if you don’t want to end up in the ER with a broken toe.”

“Oh? Are you implying you’d mess up?”

His grip on your waist tightens imperceptibly, jaw ticking.

“Hah. As if,” he mutters, gaze flicking down briefly to your feet.

And then the music starts.  

He doesn't stumble. He won't.

You met his gaze, tilting your head.

It was almost amusing—how he moved with practiced ease, as if understanding the mechanics of something was enough to perfect it.

You lead—just slightly—knowing he’ll catch on. However, halfway through, he does something unexpected.

He pulls you off balance.

Not a mistake. A test.   

Your breath catches, and his grip tightens just before you stumble, a split-second smirk flickering across his lips. “See?” he murmurs, voice low. “Now, who’s struggling with basic physics?”  

Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his shirt, mock-scandalized. “That was dirty.”  

“Just data collection,” he replies without missing a beat.

You exhale a laugh, rolling your eyes.

You drag him along with the music, keeping the tempo constant in your mind as you count.

The thing about dancing with Senku is that it isn’t dancing at all.  

It’s a battle.  

A war of subtle footwork, unspoken challenges, and just enough smugness to make you want to wipe that sharp-edged smirk off his face.  

“Admit it,” he muses, as you try to regain your footing after his last maneuver. “You underestimated me.”  

You scoff, feigning composure as you tighten your grip on his hand. “Hardly. You’re just applying kinematics to a social setting.”  

You twist, attempting to catch him off guard, off his axis, but his reflexes are too quick, his weight shifting smoothly. He lets you take control for just a second before countering with an effortless pivot, keeping you exactly where he wants.  

Somewhere in the background, Gen is cackling.  

“Did you just—” You squint at him. “Did you just redirect my center of mass?”  

Senku tilts his head, feigning innocence. “What, am I not allowed to optimize movement efficiency?”  

The absolute nerve.  

The small crowd around you is thoroughly entertained, half of them cheering for you to win, the other half placing silent bets on Senku. Chrome leans toward Kohaku. “This is the nerdiest fight I’ve ever seen.”  

Kohaku smirks. “Yeah, but it’s good .”  

You decide to go for the kill.  

You abruptly switch tempo, guiding Senku into a dip. It’s bold, a complete power move, and—  

Oh.  

For the first time tonight, he stumbles.  

His balance wavers for half a second before his grip tightens, fingers pressing into your waist as he recovers. His eyes flicker , realization dawning.  

You just managed to one-up him.  

The split second of speechlessness is golden.  

“Checkmate,” you murmur, the satisfaction laced through every syllable, unable to hide the victorious glint in your eyes.  

Senku exhales through his nose, lips curling. “Not bad.”  

And then, in an act of absolute pettiness , he does something you don’t expect.  

He drops his weight just enough to make you lose your balance too —forcing you to grip his shoulders as he steadies you. The closeness is sudden, the air charged.  

Your breath catches.  

Senku’s eyes narrow like he’s just as caught off guard by the proximity as you are.  

From the sidelines, Gen whistles.  

“Now that’s a stalemate if I’ve ever seen one.”

.✦

The song ends, but the tension lingers.  

Senku’s breath is still even, his fingers still lightly pressed against your waist, like he hasn’t fully decided whether to step back or commit to whatever this battle-turned-dance-turned-moment has become.  

You, on the other hand, are very aware of the dozens of eyes on you.  

Gen’s smirk is insufferable .  

Kohaku crosses her arms, watching with mild amusement. Chrome looks torn between awe and confusion, and Ukyo, ever the composed observer, merely raises a brow.  

You clear your throat and pull back. “Well, that was—”  

Senku straightens, rolling his shoulders like nothing happened. “A physics experiment.”  

You blink. “Come again?”

He gestures vaguely. “Kinematics. Inertia. Angular momentum. All pretty textbook, if you ignore the ridiculous tempo.”

Of course. This man weaponizes physics to avoid addressing anything remotely sentimental.  

Gen leans in, far too amused. “Oh, so you call that physics? Because from here, it looked like something else entirely, Senku-chan~” 

Senku ignores him.  

You don’t.  

You arch a brow and fire back at Gen, “What, were you expecting a rose-petal confession mid-spin? Should I have lifted him? Maybe thrown in a violin solo for dramatic effect?”

Gen’s grin widens. “Please do. All in the name of scientific inquiry, of course.”

Senku clicks his tongue, already striding away like he hasn’t just fled a war zone dressed as a waltz. “Tch. You’re all hopeless.”

You shake your head, half-laughing as you follow, matching his stride effortlessly.  

Behind you, the rest of the group begins to scatter. Kohaku goes to find another glass of punch, Gen starts recounting the scene to anyone who’ll listen (with at least three embellished versions already in circulation), and Chrome is halfway through sketching out the “dance physics” in his personal journal that he always carries around.

.✦

The taxi smells faintly of worn leather and a trace of synthetic pine—probably one of those dangling tree-shaped air fresheners that’s long since lost the battle. Outside, the city pulses quietly in the late hours—streetlights casting lazy golden halos, occasional headlights slicing through the dark, and the echo of other students laughing their way home from the same event.

Senku sits beside you, jacket discarded and tossed somewhere to the side. His shirt sleeves are slightly creased from the night, his tie half-undone and hanging askew around his collar. He still manages that effortless kind of sharpness—like even exhaustion can’t fully dull him—but there’s a tell in the way his posture slouches just a little, and in how his eyes blink slower now, his exhaustion is showing.   

You lean your temple against the cool window, the hum of alcohol softening the world, making the lights smear just slightly. Everything feels warm and quiet and a little unreal.

“Still analyzing the physics of the dance floor?” you tease, eyes flicking toward him. 

Senku huffs, amused. “I already did that. The conclusion? Unstable flooring and questionable music choices.”  

You laugh—half because it's funny, half because it's so typically him-and the taxi driver glances at you two through the rearview mirror, probably used to ferrying students like this—half-dressed down from an event, running on leftover adrenaline and lingering amusement.  

Silence slips in again, not awkward—just... still. Comfortable.

And then you feel it—light pressure against your wrist.

Senku’s touch is absentminded, his thumb grazing your pulse like he's measuring something. Not quite looking at you, not pulling away either.   

Senku’s fingers, cool and steady, brush your skin. His thumb presses just barely over your pulse point, casual but deliberate, like he’s not really thinking about it and also thinking entirely too much.

You raise an eyebrow without lifting your head. “Taking vitals now?”

“Tch.” He rolls his eyes, but his hand doesn’t move. “You’re tipsy.”

“So?” You draw the word out, playfully.

His head tilts back against the seat, eyes tracking something invisible across the ceiling. “So I’m making sure you don’t pass out in the middle of a taxi ride. Do you have any idea how much bodily fluid the average cab sees in a week?”

You blink. “That’s not comforting.”

“Exactly.”

But his thumb is still moving—slow circles, a mechanical repetition that betrays the edge of something he won’t admit to out loud.

You smirk, just a little. “And what happens if I do pass out?”

Senku glances at you sidelong, face deadpan. “I leave you in the lobby. Natural selection can handle it from there.”

You snort. “Liar.”  

Senku doesn’t argue.  

(And his fingers are still resting against your wrist, tracing idle, thoughtless patterns on your skin.)  

By the time the taxi slows to a stop, the air outside bites at your skin—crisp and quiet, with just a hint of leftover spring chill.

You step out and immediately wobble in your shoes, misjudging the pavement slope. Senku’s hand catches your elbow before you can tilt too far.

“Still think I’m not gonna pass out?” you mutter.

“You’re not,” he replies flatly. “If you were, you wouldn’t be asking that.”

You side-eye him. "Are you sure? Because I feel like if I pass out now, you're the one who's gonna be stuck carrying me."  

Senku clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Nope. That’s what the laws of physics are for. If you collapse, I’ll use leverage to prop you against a bench and let gravity do its thing."  

"Wow," you deadpan . "Romantic."  

He smirks. "Isn't it?"  

You shake your head, but his grip lingers, fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress as he adjusts his hold, making sure you don’t slip.  

The dormitory steps feel steeper than usual, and the overhead lamp flickers as you both pause at the entrance.  

Senku exhales slowly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Go sleep off your bad life choices. I’ve got three pages of pseudoscientific theories to transcribe from people who think drinking cranberry juice makes them impervious to embarrassment.”

You turn around, laughing. “Can’t wait to see that published in Nature.”

“Nature wouldn’t take it. Scientific Reports, maybe.”

You roll your eyes, and he turns to leave—  

But before he can take another step, you reach up, fingers brushing against the loose tie around his neck, straightening it slightly.  

Senku stills.  

Your touch is brief, quick, but it’s enough to make him pause, the flicker of something unreadable passing through his expression.  

"Goodnight, Senku," you murmur.  

And then, before he can come up with a snarky response—  

You disappear into your dorm, leaving him standing there, tie still slightly undone, eyes trailing after you.  

He stands there, staring for a second too long.

His hand rises to adjust the tie again—but it doesn’t need adjusting.

He just exhales, running a hand through his hair.  

Maybe tonight’s data collection is going to take longer than expected.

.✦

The Engineering Department is still talking about it the next morning.

Word travels fast when you pack a dance floor with half the student body and manage to derail an otherwise formulaic academic gala with a spontaneous display of questionable rhythm and high-level physics.

Apparently, someone caught the entire thing on video. The clip made it to the university subreddit overnight, and by sunrise, the aerospace students were already deep in debate, and now half the aerospace students are debating whether Senku pulled off a kinetically optimized waltz or whether he was actually flustered for once in his life.  

(You neither confirm nor deny either theory. That’s above your pay grade.)

In the physics department, someone—probably one of the grad students with too much free time and a dark sense of humor—has relabeled the video under the title:

"The Mad Scientist and Their Archive—A Study in Applied Dynamics."  

Senku pretends not to care.

He doesn’t comment, doesn’t like or repost it, doesn’t even scowl when people bring it up. He just shoves his hands deeper into his coat pockets and walks a little faster between lectures.

But when Ryusui sends him the video with a dramatic, “So, is this your future co-pilot or your future spouse?” Senku immediately blocks him across all platforms.

Not muted. Blocked.

(It’s probably not the first time.)

Meanwhile, you?  

You find it hilarious. The video’s funny. The rumors are funnier. And watching Senku try to navigate viral fame like it's a malfunctioning centrifuge is, frankly, the highlight of your morning.

“Department royalty,” Gen drawls, nudging your elbow as you wait in line at the campus café. “You’re both basically campus legends now. Someone drew fan art of you with a lab coat and a cape.”

You snort into your coffee lid. “Please. That implies we care about popularity.”

Gen’s eyes glint with mischief over the rim of his cup. “No, but Senku cares about one thing.”

You raise an eyebrow, already skeptical. “Which is?”

Gen only smiles—sharp and knowing—and turns on his heel, walking away like he’s just dropped the punchline of a joke only he understands.

You’re left standing there, coffee in hand, watching him go with a sigh that’s mostly exasperation and just a little bit curiosity.

You don’t press further.

But maybe, just maybe, you'll keep that video saved in a private folder. For data collection, obviously. Purely academic.

Probably.

[05-simply-06-simping]

Remind anyone of a certain leak head? Love 'em, and I feel a oneshot brewing in my brain. We'll see if I post that too when I think it up💚🤍

[legendsgalore]

The Catalyst

You're an exchange student at a Japanese high school, and are doing catch up work in the lab after hours. But, you can't understand what you're supposed to do, how are you to stop from blowing up the lab! Senku and Reader centric, just over 7k words

The hardest part about studying abroad was not that you couldn’t speak the language but…it was that you couldn’t speak the language. And in the case of Japanese, read it too. Sure you could converse with your classmates easily, and reading and writing and history and surprisingly math classes were easy-peasy, but when it came to science, where every other word was an unknown mystery that context clues gave no help in, that’s where you struggled.

You were okay at chemistry back in the U.S., but you could scarcely keep up with the lecture here at the Japanese high school you were studying at. With literature and history you could use context for the words and kanji you couldn’t read, math they use a surprising amount of the same symbols, but chemistry?

With your utter inability to parse the directions for a simple lab, it was even a miracle you were allowed to be here! Not that you were studying abroad for your academic prowess, but still, you feel like it would be a safety hazard to have someone who couldn't read chemical labels in the lab.

You were here to train with some of the best competition rock climbers in the world, and figured it would be best to continue your education at a local high school rather than do it online or something annoying like that.

But here you are, at the school, after hours (with special permission from your teacher) ready to tear your hair out over this lab assignment.

You, just, could not, read this sentence???? You could grasp the gist of what it was saying--and that level of comprehension is usually fine for reading and writing--you needed to pour one chemical into this compound to see a reaction, you think it’s supposed to simply change color, but you were struggling with the amounts and percentages and which ones, and how did you get the compound and -

“Ahhhhgggggg!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair for the umpteenth time.

You were hunched over your instruction sheet, elbows on the cold metallic lab table, head in hands. Your loosely pulled back hair has strands and bangs sticking out, but is all pushed back by your safety goggles, and you have an oversized lab coat on over your school uniform. The room was empty, just another science lab. It was a nice day, sunny, a pleasant floral scent from the cherry blossoms wafting through one of the open windows…and you really wished you were at the climbing gym right now instead, working on some fun moves.

No, instead you are at school, after hours, because you could not accomplish this lab in the allotted time during class yesterday. Usually you could get by with relying on your lab partners to read the instructions and you do the work for them, but apparently this was such an easy lab that the teacher finally picked up on your problem. And his approach was to have you do the lab by yourself. Brilliant, that'll definitely teach you.

Another moment of you stewing in your misery passes, with you debating just giving up and using Google Translate. Then you literally jump as the door slams open, someone walking in.

Your hand is clutching your chest in fright as you watch a skinny Japanese boy with a quite outrageous hairstyle, like a leek, stroll into the room. He’s looking around the classroom, and starts opening cabinets and rummaging through them, presumably looking for something.

He’s muttering under his breath, “No, not potassium hydroxide, not magnesium…where is it?”

You blink a couple times, watching the other student shuffle around the classroom. Has…he even noticed you?

“Uh..” You hazard, but trail off, unsure what to say.

The boy startles, whipping his head around to stare at you. His startling red eyes blink owlishly at you, and you’re taken aback by how much they gleam like a gemstone in the light from the windows. You guess he definitely did not even realize you were in the room.

Your head tilts to the side, and you ask “Can I help you?”

The guy’s ruby eyes narrow, likely noting your accent, before he shakes his head dismissively and turns around to keep rummaging through the cabinet.

“You know where the Calcium Hydroxide is? We ran out down in Lab 1, and it’s not where it should be here.”

His voice is deeper than you expect, but not super deep, rough, and he drags some of his syllables out as he talks. As if the words are sliding out of him rather than being spoken with deliberateness, but somehow you don’t get the impression of him being lazy.

You purse your lips, before looking down at the materials on your station.

Peering at one of the labels of the flasks, you slowly read to yourself, ‘ka ru shi u mu.’ Oh…wait…

“I think I have it right here.”

The guy looks at you again, lips stuck out a little, and making a weird expression that you can only think of to describe as slightly perplexed.

“You think?”

Sighing, you explain, “Japanese isn’t my first language, obviously, “ You gesture to yourself at that; you did not look Japanese. “And I think I may have grabbed the wrong thing here, but I think this says Calcium Hydroxide.”

He walks over, his footsteps loud in the room. Picking up the bottle, he glances at the label and says “Yeah, this is Calcium Hydroxide. What did you mean to grab?”

Your head hangs low, and you brace yourself for ridicule as you admit, “Hydrogen Peroxide..”

“Haaah?”

You feel your cheeks burn as the green and white haired guy peers at you in bafflement.

“What are you even trying to do here?”

You look at your instruction sheet again, and read out loud “Briggs-Rauscher Reaction Lab.”

He nods, his bangs bobbing as he does so. “That’s a decent lab, good for showing how chemical reactions happen in real time, and practicing mixing solutions.”

Leaning forward, he takes your sheet from your hands and glances it over. “Ahh I see, your challenge is to actually create the solutions, so it’s testing your ability to read instructions.”

Then he looks up at the clock, and back at the sheet, then at you. This guy stares at you for a solid moment, you feel yourself blushing from how intently he examines you. Your brain rushes to try and figure out what this guy is doing, why is he staring at you. Eventually he nods at you, his bangs bobbing with the motion, as if he gleamed some information from the staring contest.

Wordlessly, he walks back over to the cabinets and starts gathering supplies.

You watch, perplexed, as he comes back to your table a minute later, arms loaded with chemicals, including, corn starch? He sets them down, the bottles clinking as he does so, and clears the station of what you had before, setting your attempts at some solutions near the disposal sink.

“Hey wait, I was using those!” You protest, moving to stop him, but he laughs at you.

“Yeah you definitely did not want to continue using those, unless you want to clean up a huge mess later on. Nothing toxic, but it would have been a huge reaction that would have a ten billion percent chance of being a pain in the ass to clean up later here.”

“O-oh.”

You close your mouth and lower your hand, unable to deny that in your inability to read kanji and apparently even katakana, you could have caused an accident.

“Anyways, this experiment is easy and doable within a short amount of time, so let’s do it.”

“Let’s? What do you mean?”

The teen levels a look at you, you squirm under his ruby gaze, and he grins, the expression bringing a light to his eyes.

“Well I’m not gonna leave you to do this by yourself! You freaking mixed up Hydrogen Peroxide and Calcium Hydroxide because you can’t read, so I might as well help prevent you from blowing up this place!”

Feeling embarrassed, you fold your arms and retort “I can read thank you very much! I just...can’t use context clues here to help me, and-and I would not have blown up the lab! No way they keep stuff here that would create that sort of accident!” You eye the guy just for good measure.

This guy just laughs again, and despite it being at your expense, you can’t help but grin back.

Raising one eyebrow he tells you, “Wanna bet? They have some craaazy stuff here, and it’s all thanks to me! But I know my way around a lab, so you’ll be safe while we do this little experiment here!”

You laugh, thinking he was making a joke. But then as the crazy-haired guy continues looking at you with his arms casually crossed and a smug grin on his face your smile drops as you realize he is serious. What is in this lab? Do you even want to know?

Remembering that he had walked in looking for something, you can’t help but ask,

“Weren’t you looking for something for your own experiment?”

Inwardly you punch yourself. You really didn’t want your sudden helper to go away, but you would probably feel bad if his own stuff got messed up because he was distracted helping you.

He shakes his head. “Nah, I have to wait overnight for my solution to react, I was just trying to prep the next step, it can hold on a little longer though.”

He looks sincere, so you accept that and shrug and grin once more at your sudden helper with determination.

“All right! Let’s do this then!”

He nods back at you. “Okay, well first of all do you you know what we’re doing here?”

“Well I’m assuming that when we mix three solutions here, they change color, but I was struggling to figure out what ones I was supposed to use.”

The green haired guy nods, “Yeah, that’s because you are supposed to mix them yourself.”

Your eyes widen, “For real?” He had said something about that earlier, but you weren’t sure. Exasperatedly you run your hands through your hair, “No wonder I couldn’t figure out what to do!”

Your lab partner chuckles at your expense, “If you read the instructions it tells you that, and how to mix them as well, and like I said that’s the purpose of this lab.”

Sighing, you look over the mysterious list of chemicals you were struggling to read earlier, putting together that the reason you were so confused by the list is that the random vocabulary and verbs you didn't know were actually important to what you were doing, and could not just be skimmed to "get the gist of" as per your usual tactics.

As you were trying to read the labels, your lab partner shoves an open, round, plastic container at you, with a small piece in it.

“Add a liter of water to this.”

You go to turn on the sink, and your lab partner reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you.

He makes a face at you and scolds you, “What are you doing? Use the distilled water here dummy!”

“You said water so I just figured any water is fine!” You defend yourself, but you do grab the distilled water as he said.

“Why does it matter?”

Calming down as you use the right water, the green haired guy explains, “The chloride ions in the tap water will ruin our reaction here.”

You nod again, not really getting it but not knowing what else to do. He seems to see that and snickers at you, which you stick your tongue out at him in response.

From underneath your lab station, he heaves a device of some sort, that looked kind of like a scale with some extra knobs on it. Putting it on the table, he places your container with water on it and gives you an expectant look.

“All right, turn the stirring on.”

Feeling your eyes widen, you exclaim, “What?”

“The stir bar, we need to stir this so turn the knob on the machine so it goes.”

Looking at the scale-like machine you see that one of the knobs has a little design like something spinning, and it goes from 1 to 10.

“No way that this thing makes the water spin?!”

Your lab partner laughs, the sound pleasantly filling the space. “Have you never used one of these before? Geez, your country needs to step up their public education game!”

Spluttering, you try to defend your country, but the green haired guy just talks over you, “All right then, I can show you the beauty of a magnetic stir device!”

“That little stick there is our stir bar, it’s coated in Teflon so that it doesn’t dissolve into anything, and it’s a magnet that will couple with another one inside this device.”

Your lab partner points to the little piece that was initially inside the container, and you ooh at it.

“The internal magnet is attached to a spinning motor, and when that’s turned on…”

Here he adjusts the numbered knob, and you gasp as the magnet starts spinning in the water.

“..the external magnet will spin as well!” Your lab partner grins at you, seemingly finding amusement in your clear amazement for something simple.

“That’s so cool! Wait, so why are we not just mixing by hand?”

Rather than responding, your lab partner hands you a small white label and says, “After we add 43g of this potassium iodate..." And you stare at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence… until he raises a sharp eyebrow and you feel heat creep onto your face as you realize he was waiting for you to do as he instructed.

After the powder is poured into the spinning water, he continues, answering your earlier question “Even with strong stirring, this is going to take several minutes to fully dissolve, so imagine doing that by hand!”

“Ahh, no thank you!” You laugh. “Glad we’re in the modern age where we can just have magnets do the hard work for us!”

You watch the powder slowly become more uniform with the water, and look up at your lab partner.

He’s watching the reaction, so you take a moment to do some scientific observation on the guy. He’s a little taller than you, even if he didn’t have that crazy hair. How did he do it, and how did he not get dress coded here in Japan…? The lab coat suits him, but you think without it he might look a little too skinny, which is probably appropriate for him being a nerd.

You blink, as you realize that you didn’t even know his name.

“Oh hold on, you’re here helping me and I don’t even know your name!”

He looks up at you through his surprisingly long eyelashes from where he’s peering at the mixture, his ruby eyes catching some of the afternoon light and glinting pleasantly.

“The name’s Senku.”

“Is that your first or last name?” You ask, not wanting to be impolite, knowing the naming customs in Japan.

He chuckles, “Just call me Senku.”

You agree, and introduce yourself in turn.

The conversation ends there as Senku raises a hand and says, “All right, this should be good enough. Now we are to add the sulfuric acid, so grab that.”

“Uhh..” You hesitate, “Sulfuric sounds like it’s way above my pay grade here, are you sure it’s safe?”

Senku just rolls his eyes at you and looks up to the ceiling with closed eyes and casually says, “Just don’t touch it or get it in your eyes or inhale the fumes or spill it and you’ll be fine.”

Your jaw drops and you stare at him in astonishment, until he raises an eyebrow and cracks one eye open to peer at you and smirks.

You scoff, “Oh yeah, so just don’t have a single accident and we’re fine!”

“Exactly!” You swear if this guy was any bit more of a silly person he would be clapping.

He points to a clear container with a liquid inside, and it’s appropriately labeled as Sulfuric Acid. “We just need 43 mL of the stuff, so measure some out!”

You fold your arms, and huff, but then move to grab a glass test tube and funnel, and measure out the chemical. You look at Senku, and he just nods, so you add it to the solution and watch as the clear liquid becomes indistinguishable from the rest of the clear solution.

After about thirty seconds, Senku turns the knob off, and says, “That should be good now!”

“Are we done?” You ask.

Your lab partner grins at you, and you swear a mischievous glint shone in his eyes right then. “Not even close! This is just Solution 1 out of 3!”

You groan as he cackles at you, labeling your container ‘Solution A,’ putting a lid on it and setting it aside.

You bemoan your fate, allowing yourself a longing glance out the window, and once you look back, Senku has another identical container to the previous on the stirring plate.

“All right,” You sigh. “What’s our next step?”

Senku grabs the corn starch from the chemical pile and places it in front of you.

“Now we need to make a starch solution!”

Scratching your chin, you say “I’m assuming it’ll be like the potassium iodate and water thing again, where we just mix and wait for it to stir together?”

“Nah. Well, you can do that if you have a year to wait for the result! I’ve got more important things to do besides wait for a beginner to learn how to make a cornstarch solution.”

You glare at him, as he smirks at you. You wait for him to elaborate, and then roll your eyes and smile despite yourself, when you realize he is just waiting for you to ask the question.

'How silly, and surprisingly dramatic' you think. Sighing, you ask, “So how DO we make a starch solution?”

Senku’s grin doesn’t falter, and it feels like he can read your mind as he snickers, “The corn starch won’t dissolve unless we add heat, but luckily we have something that can easily do that for us!”

Your curiosity piques and you question, “Oh, what is it?” He hasn’t brought out a new device, so you look around questioningly.

Senku just slaps your stir device, and goes “This here doubles as a stirrer, and a hot plate!”

“Ooooh, that’s convenient!” You quip, watching Senku fiddle with the other knob on the device, presumably to heat up the starch solution.

“Yeah, it definitely speeds up our process here. We just need this to come to a boil for a moment…” He trails off as you both watch for the boiling, and once it does boil, Senku leaves the container on for about ten seconds, before taking it off. Here he actually grabs a glass stir stick and mixes the solution around, as you watch in silence, trying to see what he is observing.

“It’s still a bit cloudy, but that’s fine. Now let’s move on to the second part of this solution.”

You hum in acknowledgement and yet again, Senku grabs another container and sets it on the stir device.

“Let me guess, we start with distilled water?” You venture with a teasing tone.

Senku smirks, “Ten billion points for my lab assistant! Now pour 650 mL of the stuff!”

As you do, Senku tells you to also add 3.4g of manganese sulfate monohydrate, and when you give him a blank stare at that name, he just pushes one of the white, opaque bottles in your direction. You add the powdered chemical, and start stirring it.

“Now we gotta wait until it’s clear to add the malonic acid.”

“You know, I feel kinda bad that I don’t know what any of these things are, I feel like I'm missing the point of the lab.” You admit, watching the stirring solution.

“You’re not supposed to. The point of the lab is to test your capability to read and follow directions, despite not knowing what is going on.” Senku explains.

His defense of you warms your heart a little, but you rebuke, “Still, you know all of this stuff, and I’m already 17, almost finished with high school here. I feel like I should have actually learned this.”

Senku shrugs, “Don’t compare yourself to me, I’m a unique case. Plus, I’m assuming chemistry is not your focus in life, you have other strengths you’re working on.”

You shrug, suddenly uncomfortable with the attention. “Uh, yeah, I suppose. I am here in Japan to train for a sport, but that’s not an academic strength.”

Senku shakes his head, “Doesn’t mean it’s any lesser. People like me come up with the equations, and physically strong brutes like you help us make it happen!”

“Hey!” You cry out at the ‘brute’ comment, but you start giggling at the sudden insult, your discomfort washed away at the easy banter, that somehow compliments you. Senku grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges, he looks like he'll have crow's feet in a couple of years. The observation makes your hear skip a beat.

Your lab partner then looks out the window to the sky, and languidly says, “Don’t discount what you do. Science is ten billion percent the way of the future, but it couldn’t do what it does without all the support from everyone else. Plus, you don’t need to be a genius to work hard to get where you want to be. Science doesn’t happen overnight, it happens as a result of the culmination of human effort.”

Your mouth opens in awe of the statement, but before you can say anything, Senku seems to shake himself out of his sudden philosophical mood and nudges you.

“Now add that malonic acid!”

You panic as you try to avoid anything spilling from your test tube, glare at Senku, and pour in the chemical to your swirling solution.

He just smirks at you, and looks at the solution.

“Now that everything has more or less dissolved, add our starch solution.”

“Okay!” You do as he says. It takes a few seconds, and now your clear solution is stirring once more and you look at Senku expectantly.

He shrugs, and says, “The unfortunate thing about chemistry experiments is sometimes you need to wait for things to mix or react. There’s more downtime than you think. It’s fine for a classroom experiment, but less so when you’re doing your own thing.”

You hum, and ask, “So what do you usually do when waiting?”

Senku grins and shrugs, “Oh this and that.”

He nudges you with his bony elbow as he says that and gestures with his head at your solution, and you take it off the stir device and label it as ‘Solution B.’

You scoff, “Oh come on, you can’t just bait the question and leave me hanging!”

“All right, all right, well I usually just have other calculations to do, and if not that then I read a book.”

Your mouth tugs into a frown, “Huh, that’s surprisingly mundane.”

Senku raises an eyebrow at you, “What, were you expecting me to say that I always have a billion experiments going on in tandem?”

You blush and stutter, “Well, yeah!”

His eyebrow raises higher and you explain, “You seem like the type to always have some sort of side project going on, and I can easily picture you in a mad scientist type of lab, cackling as you create Frankenstein’s monster or something.”

Senku throws his head back and cackles at that, and you giggle at the mental image of mad-scientist Senku being solidified further.

“Hah! Not in a million years! For one, a full-fledged home lab is way too expensive, and two, you gotta pay attention to your experiments, so doing multiple at the same time is just like asking for one to go wrong! Also it’s Frankenstein’s monster not…”

Senku trails off, snapping his head forward and peers at you. Your smirk triumphantly and mockingly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What can I say~? I’m just well read~”

Senku laughs at you, and folds his arms, “Surprising, considering you can’t even read your lab instructions!”

You scoff in mock-betrayal, “Woooow okay. Woooow. Mock the foreigner struggling to read the kanji for chemicals, I see how it is.”

Snickering, muttering noncommittally "It was literally katakana, " Senku hands you a semi-opaque bottle, and you recognize it as Hydrogen Peroxide.

“Starting with Hydrogen Peroxide, NOT, Calcium.” He gives you a look which you respond by sticking your tongue at him. “Pour 400 mL into this container.”

Somehow, without you noticing, Senku produced ANOTHER fresh container onto your stir device. As you’re measuring out the Hydrogen Peroxide, Senku comments.

“So I’m guessing you missed the explanation on your sheet where it says that you need 30% Hydrogen Peroxide, which this stuff is seriously dangerous for an average student like you.”

You huff at the ‘average student’ comment, but he isn’t wrong so you don’t say anything.

Senku continues, explaining “This stuff could cause some rough burns, and if mixed with the wrong chemical, could cause an exothermic explosive reaction, which is why I tossed your solutions.”

You pause, watching the number on the scale even out to 401.2 mL, and make a face before responding.

“Why would this be involved in such a basic lab then?”

“Because typically you can read the instructions, which have the warnings, and there is an instructor there to watch you and hand out the chemicals so you use the right ones. Now add 600 mL of distilled water to that.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, questioning the fact that you were told to do this lab by yourself.

Senku nudges you, and you measure and add the distilled water, and he nods at the stir knob, so you turn it on and the solution starts mixing.

He’s standing pretty close to you, just behind you on your right, and you catch a faint scent from him, like a combination of plain soap and sterilized lab. It’s unobtrusive and wouldn’t be noticeable if he weren’t so close to you. Considering that he’s working with chemicals often, you reason that a strong perfume or cologne would likely not be good for that. It's an oddly pleasant smell, and seems so Senku.

Senku speaks up, “All right, that should be enough.” Bringing you back from your musings, and you blush as you realize you had started daydreaming about your lab partner’s scent after having only met this guy like half an hour ago.

The taller teen raises an eyebrow at your sudden jumpiness, but just moves on, saying “Okay, now that Solution C is done, get excited, as we are ready for the main reaction!”

You feel your heart start beating faster at Senku’s words, and you grin up at him, and he’s wearing a matching smirk.

He sets up a large, empty, glass beaker on your lab station.

“We add equal amounts of each solution, but it’s important to do Solution A and B first!” You watch Senku, and after a moment of him doing nothing he nudges you.

“Go on.”

“Ah, I’m doing it!? Okay!” You flail.

He laughs, “Yeah, it’s your assignment after all, dummy.”

“Okay, okay I get it smartass!” You mock sneer at him, and he just folds his arms and levels a look at you, and you laugh and fill a third of the beaker with Solution A, another third with B, and turn on the stirring.

“So nothing is goin to visibly occur until we add Solution C, because this one has the catalyst, the Peroxide, that’s going to make the fun stuff happen.” Senku explains, passing you Solution C.

You bite your lip in excitement, and make a silly expression at Senku, who scoffs and leans back against the counter with his arms folded, and just nods his head at your A and B solution.

“Go on!”

You add Solution C, and immediately the clear solution changes to yellow, and you smile and look to Senku, who points back to your solution with one arm.

“Keep looking!”

You turn back in time to watch the yellow liquid suddenly transform into a dark navy, almost black color. You gasp, adrenaline flushing through your veins, and bounce up and down.

“Senku!! It did it!! It changed color!”

He laughs, more at your reaction than the actual reaction, and just says again, “Keep looking dummy!”

You stop bouncing and look back at the navy solution, it’s still spinning, and it seems like nothing is happening…wait..is it a lighter blue now…? As soon as you notice the new color change, the solution flashes back to clear for a moment and then back to yellow, and then darker into the navy solution again. You swear your mouth has dropped to the floor and you can’t help but bounce in excitement again.

You look at Senku, who’s still laughing at you, his cheeks shining with his joy, “So that’s why it’s called the Oscillating reaction!! Because it keeps going back and forth!”

Your lab partner nods, “Yeah, it’s one of the few we are aware of, that will keep going back and forth.”

Distracted by the changing colors, you murmur casually, “...wonder how this happens…” Not understanding what you just did by asking for an explanation.

Senku’s eyes light up as he turns to you and explains, “The biggest influencer on the color here is the concentration of iodine, and the reaction going on is what influences it.”

You turn to look at him, but start to panic about five more words into his explanation.

“Our manganese was the catalyst for the iodate ion, the malonic acid, and the hydrogen peroxide to react to turn into iodomalonic acid and water and O2, but that’s just the overall equation. What really happens is a slew of intermediate equations, the first of which is the just the iodate ion and and hydrogen peroxide, with again, manganese as the catalyst, turning into hypoiodous acid, which then reacts with the third element of the first trio, the malonic acid, and forms iodomalonic acid and water. This first reaction is either occurring via a radical or nonradical pathway, and if it’s the former, then the hypoiodous acid reacts, creating the color we see. When the negative iodate ion is the principle ion present, the solution is clear, but then as the hypoiodous acid reacts, the iodine starts to increase and then when both the iodide and iodine are present, they combine to form a pentaiodide ion complex, which seeks out the starch in the solution and inserts itself into the helical structure of the amylose portion of the starch molecule. This results in a blue-black color, as the iodine concentration increases from the reaction of hypoiodous acid and iodide. Eventually the iodide disappears and there is iodine, 3 which gives the amber color. The reaction continues to oscillate between the colors until the iodate or malonic acid is used up. “

“Uhhhhh, Senku…” You trail off, eyes glazed over at the literal wall of information thrown at you.

You lab partner looks at you, somehow masking his exact emotions but still with a smirk painted across his face.

“Yes?”

“I literally do not know like a fourth of the words you just used, like I have literally never heard them before in this language, I probably haven't even heard them in my native one, and do not know what you just said.”

Senku just cackles at that, the jerk.

“No different than my usual companions who listen to me! Japanese may be their first language, but for all they know, I’m speaking a foreign one!”

You shake your head, smiling, and look at the oscillating color in the container in front of you.

“...so what do we do now?”

Senku looks at your lab instructions once again, and tells you, “It looks your professor left a note to say you’re supposed to take a video of the reaction, with you in it-as proof it’s not stolen from a Youtube video.”

You nod, and hold your phone out to him, “Help me then?”

He takes the video of you, and hands your phone back.

You frown, “How do we dispose of this?” You gesture with your hands loosely at all of your chemicals, tools, and solutions strewn about you.

“Hah!” Senku laughs, and you look at him funnily, he shrugs at you. “So typically your teacher would handle this, as this isn’t as simple as pouring things down the drain. We need to do a few things more to this solution to bring it to a state where we can do that.”

“Oh.” You frown, really considering why your teacher told you to do this on your own.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll handle it.”

You tilt your head, “What?”

Senku shrugs again, looking out the window, “I’ll take care of it, not like you would be able to. You’re done here.”

You furrow your eyebrows and fold your arms, “Now why do you think I would leave you at this point? Even if I don’t know how to do the cleanup on my own, it’s not like it would be any different than doing the actual lab, which I also didn't know how to do. You can just tell me what to do! I won’t leave you to clean my mess because it’s more convenient. More hands are useful, right? Like you said, it’s all us brute strength people are good for!”

You grin at Senku, and he stares at you for a moment, the intensity of his ruby eyes making your heart pound and a blush unwillingly dust your ears, before matching your grin.

“Alrighty then!”

He reaches over and grabs one of the containers he had first brought over, and holds it in front of you.

“Sodium thiosulfate, this will neutralize this solution, which has finished reacting, as you see?”

Looking at where Senku was pointing, you notice how the solution had stopped oscillating, and was now just a brown color, with a solid looking lump at the bottom.

“That’s solid iodine, which it and the hydrogen peroxide will get neutralized by this.” Senku punctuates his sentence with pouring an amount of the…sodium thiosulfate was it? Into the solution.

You both watch as after adding the chemical and stirring with the glass stir rod, the solution turns clear. You make an appropriate “Ooooh,” but Senku shakes his head and points back to the solution with a “Watch.”

You do so, and frown as the solution turns back to a dark purple color. Whipping your head back to Senku, he grins and explains to you,

“Now we just gotta add more of this stuff until the solution stays clear.” He holds the container out to you.

“Ladies first?”

You bark out a laugh, “Ha! You already went first dummy!”

But you take the solution, and keep adding some, eventually needing a bigger glass container. At some point, the solution stays colorless, and you grin at Senku.

“We did it!” You cheer

“Yeah!” Senku mockingly matches your tone, even throwing his hands in the air. “We’re not done!”

Your hands come down. “Oh.”

“We gotta remove the manganese from the solution now, which we will do with a saturated sodium carbonate solution!”

You swear that these things shouldn’t be in a high school chemistry lab, but well, if Senku was the one regularly using these, you couldn’t be too surprised at the setup. Maybe the school hoped he would bring them fame once he inevitably became a famous scientist.

You hop onto the lab counter to watch as he slowly adds more to the solution, backing off when it heats up, but continuing.

“So see here, now that it’s turned opaque?” Senku says, leaning in close to you, still keeping his eyes on the solution, but pointing with one long, callused finger.

You lean towards him, instinctively matching his movements and hum an affirmative.

His voice is rough as he says to you, quietly as you're next to him, just speaking for you to hear, “That’s the sign that the manganese is precipitating enough that in a minute, we will be able to filter it out.”

“And then what?” You quietly say.

Senku turns to you at the same time you turn to him, and you both pause as you realize how close you have gotten. With you sitting on the counter, you were just about eye level, only a hand's length between your faces and bodies.

He breathes out as you stare at each other, and you can feel the heat from his breath on your nose.

Then your lab partner blinks, and the spell is broken as he says, “And then we have the manganese separated, which we will give to a teacher to take to the school’s solid waste disposal, and the rest can be poured down the drain with a generous amount of water.”

He turns quickly to peer intensely at the solution, and you’re left feeling like you had just dropped a glass and everyone in the room was pretending you hadn’t for politeness’ sake.

You shake your head, dismissing the prior moment, and hop off the lab table.

Senku comments, “You really shouldn’t sit up there you know.”

“Nahh, what’s the harm in it here?” You easily dismiss, and Senku frowns at you.

“Lab safety isn’t something to joke about.”

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him and retort, “Yes Sensei~” In a drawling tone, and for extra measure, you wink at Senku when he gives you an unamused stare.

He backs off and rolls his eyes, muttering something about ‘brutes’ under his breath, but seems to understand your icebreaker as it is and smirks good-naturedly at you.

You watch in amiable silence as Senku filters the solution into a beaker filled with cold water, and then puts the filter with manganese bits into a container labeled “solid waste,” and then pours the solution down the lab station drain.

He hands the solid waste container to you, and says,. “Now hand this to your teacher, or just set it up by the front desk and whoever is the first teacher in tomorrow will handle it.”

“Oh! So, we’re done?” You hazard, and this time Senku actually nods.

“Yeah, you did your reaction, you have your video, and can show your teacher tomorrow.”

“Oh!” At his words, you’re struck with disappointment, and you watch as Senku looks at his watch and starts gathering up some of the beakers in his arms.

Wanting to say something to fill the silence, you gasp out “So what are you doing with those dishes?”

Senku responds, “The lab I was in has less beakers than this one, so I’m moving them over there.”

You watch as he huffs at the strain of balancing all the delicate glassware, “Want me to help carry them?” You ask.

The green-haired man opens his mouth, but as he does so, one of the tubes on top of the pile in his arms topples off and you lunge to grab it, barely managing to nab the labware before it breaks on the floor.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” You hear Senku drawl out above you, his raspy voice betraying his amusement.

Standing up straight, you smile widely at Senku, outright squeezing your eyes shut with the exuberance of it, and hear him chuckle lightly. Then there’s delicate glassware shoved into your arms and you find that now you’re the one steadying yourself before you have to drop and pay for broken labware.

“C’mon.” Senku’s at the door, and you hurry after him.

The other lab is literally just down the hall and you’re still feeling that weird apprehension at the thought of saying goodbye to your spontaneous lab partner. You acknowledge that the two of you literally met like an hour ago, but you still wanted to stay around Senku longer.

It was like he was the sun, and you couldn’t help being drawn in by his gravitational orbit.

So that was your explanation for why, when the two of you got to the classroom entrance, as Senku turns to you to presumably thank you, just as he opens his mouth, you blurt out;

“Want me to help clean them?”

Senku’s mouth shuts with a click, and he gives you a look, which makes you realize he hadn’t looked directly at you since that moment in the other room. His brow furrows, and his ruby eyes are piercing as he gives you a long stare.

You feel an odd sense of awkward heat wash over you, and you can’t help but try to explain yourself, “Well I feel bad making you wash everything because it was my project and all and-”

“Nah, I don’t need the help here.” Senku cuts in, and you then can’t help but deflate.

“Oh.” Another beat of awkward silence and you try to fill in the blank again, “Well that’s fine I guess, you’re definitely capable of washing dishe-” But then Senku interrupts you again.

“But I could use a lab partner tomorrow after school if you aren’t too busy doing regular brute things.”

Your jaw drops and you stare at Senku, who is aloofishly looking to the side, like he doesn’t care much about your response. But his presence is still, and you can tell he is waiting on your response.

You break into a huge smile, and exuberantly chirp, “Okay! I’ll be here after school tomorrow!”

You see the minute relief wash over Senku’s face, though outwardly it looks like a cocky smirk, and he drawls out, “Ahh, well you better be ready for some grueling grunt work! It’s gonna be tedious and you’ll need to read my instructions properly!” His ruby eyes glint in the light at you, and you feel an overwhelming mirth bubble up in your chest.

“I can’t wait for it, Senku!”

[smiskisworld]

GREEDY, ryusui nanami

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

$$𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘$$- 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞

❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲, '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 ('𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦) 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 ('𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨)

𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 

('𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦) 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 ('𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨)

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐨𝐡

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞

STARRING...

-y/n l/n

-19

-aquarius 

-actress, athlete, celebrity

&

-ryusui nanami 

-20

-pisces/aries

-conglomerate heir, sailor

SYNOPSIS-

y/n, the world's most desired woman, is revived into a world turned to stone — where fame means nothing, and survival is everything. ryusui nanami, who desired her long before the fall of civilization, sees her as more than just the act she puts on.

in a world rebuilding from zero, desire might just be the most dangerous thing of all for the two greediest people alive.

WARNINGS-

-includes smut and nsfw content

-includes explicit language, mentions of sa, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self harm

COMING SOON!

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘, ryusui nanami x fem! reader by @smiskisworld and @-fischll on ao3&wattpad

[stansnyderswife]

He could blow smoke in between my lips like this and I’d take him to bed immediately and ruin him

[frogizzhc]

Hey you said previously you don't often do x reader stuff so delete this please if not suitable

You know how Byakuya adopted Senku? What if he adopted another kid (because Byakuya absolutely would I love him) and now he is a father of two? Mainly about Byakuya but include Senku if ya like

Dr. Stone Headcanons: Ishigami Family Edition!

[for the reader/reader indulgent] (ahem, this is written by an only child who isn't adopted so like trying my best)

Byakuya would've adopted you a few years after adopting Senku (around 5 or 6 years old)

He would try his best to spoil both of you; if Senku's really into science but you're into another interest, he'll try his best to fund the both of them

Senku doesn't really take on a brotherly role but more of a "you're my lab partner" and spends most of his time with you while conducting science experiments

Byakuya has had to stop you and Senku from starting a fire in the living room many times because you may have accidentally set off one of your "fake" mini rockets

Senku borrows some of your stuff to use for science, Byakuya has to scold him for taking your stuff without permission

Byakuya most likely lived in a two bedroom apartment, so you and Senku would have to share a bedroom in your early childhood

Once Byakuya could afford it/after he got his job at NASA, y'all moved into a three bedroom apartment and you were so happy to not share a room where your brother is up at ungodly hours researching

Byakuya has family game nights every week

He brags about both of his kids to everyone he can talk to. You get a B on your math test? He will gloat about how well you're doing and praise you for trying your best. You and Senku both get an A on a science quiz? An excuse for a pizza party and gushing about how smart you two are to his co-workers

Byakuya knows that Senku is just a really smart kid and doesn't want to make competition between you two

Byakuya would always be willing to pay a little extra money to make the two of you happy

He would take you and Senku across the world anytime he could. Eventually, he trusted Senku and you to just visit him in America when you needed him. Senku would just visit for the money but you would make time to actually hang out with Byakuya

[ashkabbom]

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✸ – 💥INTRO💥

Still in progress 🫶🏽😞

✸ Haikyuu!!

Big future, little beginners – Third years x Child!Male!Reader (sugawara's brother) When I make the Haikyuu MasterList, I'll leave the link here

✸ Boku No Hero

Bedtime, no arguments – Shinsou x Monoma x GN!Reader (When I make the Bnha MasterList, I'ill leave the link here)

✸ Attack On Titan

✸ Mouthwashing

MOUTHWASHING – MasterList

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Flowers – Obanai Iguro x Reader (When I make the Kimetsu MasterList I will put it here)

✸ Dr. Stone

✸ Gravity Falls

✸ Undertale

✸ Underverse

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[heyhoeudoin]

FONDNESS

"I feel more like myself with you."

pairing: senku ishigami x reader

words: 1.1k

genre/s: fluff, comfort?

warning/s: no pronouns (unless i slipped, sorry!), takes place after stone wars

synopsis: you and senku reunite

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a/n: a spur of the moment kind of write. had a completely different idea when i started this, then it suddenly turned into this short but sweet one.

when yuzuriha saw your stone statue, she knew she had to get you out of it. she first saw you when she still worked as a spy for the tsukasa kingdom, and decided to hide your statue inside the cave she's always held-up in.

you were one of the few people that were then revived after the stone wars while the revival cave still existed. it was yuzuriha who subtly did so; being the crafty woman she is. she usually wouldn't act out of turn, but for the sake of senku, she had to.

the three of them (her, senku, and taiju) had only known you for a year and a bit before the petrification beam consumed the world. even though you were part of the group for only a year and so, senku was quick to be fond of you. a type of fond that's different to her and taiju, yuzuriha noticed.

of course, senku would never outright say that you ended up being his favorite person (well, he would never say that at all. to yuzuriha, it looks like you're his favorite).

you were—are—special to senku; she can see that clearly. he seemed to be more relaxed, comfortable whenever he's around you. she, too, felt like that whenever she's with you. you were genuinely just soothing to be around, and had the kind of effect that makes people just instantly become comfortable in your presence. but she also knew that it affected senku differently than what it seemed.

and knowing senku for years, yuzuriha knew that you were essentially a god-sent for him. senku has always been tense, serious, and always somewhat busy in his life. so for you to just knock down all of his defenses and bad self-habits? she knew it drove him insane. but she could also see that softness in his eyes whenever he looked at you.

it almost felt like he was enamored.

that kind of fond.

though, whatever fond it is, yuzuriha knew that it would still do good for senku to have you by his side once more.

when senku saw you standing inside of the lab just after he killed tsukasa, he almost fell under his entire weight. there was only one or two people he could think of that had the thought of de-petrifying you. though, only one could do so subtly. did yuzuriha de-petrify you? what was he saying? of course she did, he scoffs.

"...when did you wake up?" he asked with a slight whisper. his hand trailed on the glass table as he now stood behind you, facing your back.

if you were surprised by his sudden appearance, you didn't flinch nor show it. you just simply let out a hum at his question. "just the other day," you answered with a light tone. a tone that he hasn't heard in millennia.

"how much has yuzuriha caught you up on?"

"not enough." you turned your body to face him. "distract me?" you then offered with a tilt of your head and a small smirk.

senku knew you knew more than you let off, and this was your way to, more so, distract him than distract you. he smiled a small wistful one at your way of comforting him. "well, it's been exactly three thousand seven hundred and twenty years since the world gone to stone..."

heh, it's been awhile since he had to explain things.

by the end of senku's catch up-turned-ramble, the two of you were huddled up on the floor of the lab, sharing a blanket as the sun sets with empty cups of tea left on the glass table (given by yuzuriha). the crepuscular sunset rays passing through the veiled door of the lab casting a soft orange hue in the room.

"why didn't you come find me when you woke up?" he asked in the same whisper as a while ago. his head leaning against the wall behind as his eyes glanced to yours.

you turned your body and head so that it faces him. "well, i could've... but you looked so busy," you honestly tell him.

he chuckled then stated, "well, we did just win a war."

you also let out a light chuckle. "...how are you holding up?" you then asked as your right hand rubbed your left wrist. "how did it feel killing a human person?"

senku was used to your habit of touching your left wrist, but he wasn't used to the empty space it held. you didn't show it, but he knew it bothered you as well. and the words you spoke to him... he knew your blunt, biting words all too well whenever things took a serious turn. it was your way of addressing things. it might look insensitive to others, but to him, he always appreciated the act of getting to the point.

he scoffed. "everyone else called it freezing him," he mentioned.

"freezing, killing—senku i know you well enough to know that in your head you called it killing."

he lets out a huff. you were right. "why do you always seem to get a read on me? not even gen could read me that quick and accurately," he says, half-complaining and half-impressed.

you laughed at his words also knowing that he was trying to subtly change the subject as such, you choose not to reply. "senku, it's not killing if he's still alive; you essentially just put him into a coma. that petrification device you need? it'll be in your hands quicker than you think."

he hummed. not opting to say more.

you let your words seep into him as you, too, stayed silent.

the two of you just basked in each other's presence, covered in an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. senku felt a lot better with you finally here, out of stone. you also felt a lot better being out of the darkness that consumed you for millennia, and being with senku once again.

"you know..." you gained his attention. "i was fully awake all that time in the dark; and all i could think about was how this was all karma. that the earth sought out revenge by turning all humans into its own material: stone. it was funny," you then bluntly ended.

senku looked a bit taken aback before letting out a laugh. "took you a while to make an insane comment like that," he says with a smile.

you gave a carefree laugh at his comment. "well, i'm feeling more like myself now." because i'm here with you was left unsaid, but senku knew what was left unsaid. after all, he feels the same way.

with the lab shrouded in moonlight, senku had then fallen asleep on your shoulder while clutching your hand underneath the shared blanket after a few more moments of conversation.

you were glad.

senku got to finally relax after how stressful the past few days had been. you only hoped too see more of this relaxed state of him from time to time.

with a soft smile on your face, you had lulled to sleep with your head leaning against his.

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[666mork]

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Capítulo Único -

Um Bilhão de Variáveis

Era impossível.

Não importava o quanto você devorasse livros, teorias, hipóteses e cálculos — alcançar Senku Ishigami era como tentar calcular o infinito com uma calculadora quebrada. A sua rivalidade com ele começou ainda antes da petrificação, há 3.700 anos, quando Senku sequer se deu ao trabalho de enxergar isso como uma disputa. Para ele, você era... interessante. Mas nunca uma ameaça.

E isso te corroía.

Senku não te ignorava. Ele via seu esforço. Apreciava até. Mas, na lógica cruel de um gênio, a única maneira de extrair seu verdadeiro potencial era desestabilizar sua lógica, zombar dos seus argumentos e ridicularizar cada tentativa de se aproximar do pedestal onde ele brilhava.

Você o odiava por isso. E talvez odiasse mais ainda o fato de… querer provar que era digna de desafiá-lo.

Ou pior: de igualá-lo.

Ou muito pior: de ser tocada por ele, do jeito que só ele saberia provocar.

Vilarejo Ishigami — Laboratório

A luz da manhã filtrava pelas folhas das árvores, refletindo suavemente nos frascos e tubos do laboratório improvisado. Senku mexia o conteúdo de um balão com movimentos precisos, enquanto você o observava de canto de olho, tentando acompanhar cada cálculo que ele fazia de cabeça.

— Você realmente acredita na teoria do multiverso? — ele soltou de repente, como se o tema fosse tão comum quanto falar sobre o tempo.

— Acredito, sim. — respondeu, confiante. — É a interpretação mais elegante da mecânica quântica. A ideia de que cada escolha gera uma ramificação em outra realidade me parece… quase inevitável.

Senku não olhou pra você. Apenas sorriu de canto, ainda focado em adicionar cuidadosamente o sal comum ao ácido sulfúrico.

— Então, partindo do pressuposto de infinitas possibilidades, existe um universo onde você é mais inteligente do que eu?

Você mordeu a língua. Aquilo não era uma pergunta. Era uma provocação milimetricamente arquitetada.

— Se existem infinitos universos, Senku, então existe sim. Até um onde você é humilde.

— Hah. O problema com essa teoria — ele levantou os olhos, e pela primeira vez, te encarou com aquele brilho debochado — é que ela invalida o mérito. Se tudo é possível, então a genialidade vira sorte. O acaso vira rei. E nesse caso, sua existência brilhante seria... estatística. Não conquista.

Você travou. A resposta pronta morreu nos lábios. O olhar dele te perfurava.

— Puta merda... dá pra falar em japonês? — Chrome interrompeu, atrapalhado, com um cesto de materiais nos braços. — Multicoisa? Mecânica o quê? Tão fazendo poção mágica ou filosofando?

— A gente explica depois, Chrome. — você tentou sorrir, meio sem jeito. Tinha esquecido que ele estava ali.

Mas Senku não esqueceu.

— Não vai comentar nada? Nada a acrescentar ao argumento? — ele cutucou, sem parar de mexer o líquido esverdeado. — Ou era só mais uma dessas frases bonitas de livro mal compreendido?

— Isso é só o seu achismo com ego inflado. — rebateu, tentando recuperar o controle.

— Ah, não se preocupe. Eu tenho exatamente um milímetro cúbico de dúvida sobre isso. Kukuku.

A risada dele era insuportável. O tipo de som que fazia seu sangue ferver.

— Tá bom, tá bom! — Chrome interveio outra vez. — E o antibiótico? A luta vai ser amanhã!

Senku virou-se, o rosto agora sério. Completamente focado.

— Vamos sintetizar ácido clorossulfúrico.

Você arqueou as sobrancelhas, surpresa com a escolha.

— Precisamos de trióxido de enxofre, ou pelo menos algum óxido sulfúrico. Talvez encontremos o mineral nas fontes termais onde Kohaku pega água... — você sugeriu, cruzando os braços.

— Eu vou! — Chrome já dava um passo em direção à porta. — Deixa comigo! O rei dos exploradores vai encontrar qualquer pedra estranha!

— Negativo. — Senku interrompeu. Sua voz era calma, mas carregada de decisão. — Não vamos depender de uma possibilidade improvável com prazo tão apertado.

Ele se virou, caminhando até um baú onde guardavam materiais das expedições antigas. Vasculhou por alguns segundos e voltou com um frasco em mãos. O som das pequenas pedras caindo dentro da vidraria ecoou com precisão.

— O quê...? — você se aproximou, desconfiada.

— Isso são precipitados do ácido sulfúrico que colhemos na viagem anterior. — explicou, com simplicidade irritante. — Em vez de buscar um mineral que talvez nem exista ali, vamos usar o que já temos.

— Claro. Sempre do seu jeito. — murmurou, revirando os olhos.

— Não é o "meu jeito". — Senku disse, e pela primeira vez, sua voz baixou o tom. — É o jeito que tem 99,999% de chance de funcionar. E você sabe disso.

Você abriu a boca. Fechou. As palavras evaporaram como vapor de ácido no calor do vidro. Ele não estava sendo arrogante. Ele estava certo. E... charmosamente cruel.

— Eu até tentaria o seu caminho... mesmo que ele não fosse melhor que o meu. — completou ele, enquanto agitava suavemente o conteúdo com uma vareta de vidro. Havia um traço de honestidade ali. Cruel, mas sincero.

— Precipitado do ácido...? — Chrome franziu o cenho. — Isso é tipo... gosma sólida?

Senku sorriu.

— Duas soluções iônicas solúveis. Quando misturadas, formam um composto insolúvel em estado sólido. É um clássico da química. — encostou-se à bancada, os braços cruzados, enquanto o líquido mudava de coloração. — O tipo de coisa que você deveria ter previsto... se estivesse pensando com clareza.

Você encarou a reação química. Cristais se formavam lentamente no fundo da vidraria. Era lindo. Era exato. E era indiscutivelmente genial.

Você estava sem palavras.

E ele sabia.

Comentem e diga o que acharam. Se quiserem uma continuação, estou ao dispor.

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Hello and Welcome!

Hi, I’m Merc! This is gonna be the obligatory master post where I link to other master posts in order to save space combined with specifics of what I write!

I’m comfortable doing headcanons, imagines, basically any type of short requests. I also write fanfiction of all kinds--most of what I post is Reader Insert, but I do occasionally do shipfics, AUs, and more plot-heavy stuff. You can find my boundaries for requests here!

Here are fandoms I’m confident in writing for! 

Arcane

Baldur’s Gate 3

Ben 10

Bucchigiri?!

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs

Date Everything

Disney’s Twisted Wonderland

Dr. Stone

Gachiakuta

Kuroko's Basketball

Marvel (Almost all properties)

Moriarty the Patriot

My Hero Academia (+ Vigilantes)

Obey Me: Shall We Date?

Overwatch/Overwatch 2

Sisters Grimm

SK8 the Infinity

Star Wars (Especially SWtOR)

The Case Study of Vanitas

The Summer Hikaru Died

Tiger & Bunny

Wind Breaker

Yuuri!!! on ICE There are probably others that I’m forgetting currently, so you’re welcome to ask if I’m comfortable with a particular fandom. Favorite Ships

Favorite Male Characters

[stansnyderswife]

Thinking about waking up to watching him light a cig up like this 🥰🥰 it’s just so damn attractive to me idk what to tell y’all 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[antigossip-blog]

BOOK COVER

Dr stone x reader book cover.

Plus, header.

Little note: yn is in a clan that is full of Samurai. She is the leader of the clan after defeating her grandfather in a duel.

Yn will be wearing Samurai armour (because I find out they can last forever after searching on Google and finding my answers). And wears black Hakama pants.

Some like this photo.

[childesdog69]

Gonna write my first ever tumbler fic(I write on wattpad sometimes) cuz my phone is currently on its way (it broke) thinking bout doing a Dr.stone Smau

[drsenkustone]

Update & Are Writing Commissions a thing???

Hey there peeps! Life has been so busy! I've gotten a good career under my belt, finished a massive move and lost a precious pet over the time I've been gone. Writing inspo had been down. But I'mma be back more often! Build back up into my blog(s)! So I was curious, is writing commissions a thing???? I could use some extra cash and I use to do art commissions but those skills are even rustier than my writing ones. So if anyone can let me know if this is a thing that'd be incredibly helpful! In the meantime, I think I'll post something new to one of my two accounts. (If you didn't know, my other account is "hereliesanotherfic", for more than just Dr. Stone stories.) I will be posting this same thing on that other acct to spread the question/word. Thanks for any help! :)

[ashkabbom]

•Requests and Rules

✸ – 💥INTRO💥

✸ – 💥MASTERLIST💥

Requests: Closed

Okay okay, I want to take requests, but I need limits on writing based on my limits as a human being 🎀🫶🏽

I Will Write / I Allow

Fem, male and GN Reader (Obviously not male reader with only female characters, with male characters too).

Angst (I don't know how to write much angst I guess, I'm a happy ending person, but I do my best.)

Comfort things

Headcanons

Platonic fanfics (I think they're really cute)

I Will NOT Write / I Do NOT Allow

NSFW

Incest

Rape

Zoophilia

Proshipper content

Pedophilia

Now basic things for life in general, right? Don't be rude to me or other people.

DO NOT Interact:

Homophobics

Racists

Pedophiles

Zoophiles

Proshippers

If you like content involving incest and rape, don't interact either, that's obvious.

✸I write for and will write for✸

→ Attack on Titan → Kimetsu No Yaiba → Mouthwashing → Undertale → Underverse (Undertale AU's) → Haikyuu → Boku No Hero → Gravity Falls

→ Dr. Stone

There's a chance this list will grow over time, but only if I watch and read more stuff 😭