#Senku pampers him too much i live for it

[genseng-powder]

Home is What You Are

Gen comes home with sore limbs and overly-fatigued social battery. Irrevocably and arguably most tiring, and this is how the entertainment industry leaves him most days - craving for the comfort of his warm weighted blankets and fluffed up pillow.

So when he staggers from entrance to bedroom of a shared flat with his roommate, the soft padding footsteps of another person immediately makes Gen feel so much, much more comfortable and tired. Good type of tired.

Gen wants to sink into his roommate arms but he guesses Senku must have been up still from another project - an excuse that Gen has long figured out because the coal-eyed boy probably just wants him to come home to someone awake. He doesn't bring it up ever, simply accepts the reasoning in fear of pushing the ever-welcome sentiment Senku so rarely gives. It's got him feeling butterflies, a soft tug on his heartstrings and by the time he's completely settled into it - Gen doesn't have the heart to stop it. Let's it be a little routine he would look forward to even if the world tires him.

So Senku stays up - Gen comes home to him and he couldn't have wished for a better flatmate.

He wishes for a bit more - maybe for Senku's arm to be his home but that's a bit of a stretch so he shoves the thought away the same time Gen's falling face down on his inviting bed. Senku being his roommate is enough - he thinks but doesn't even bother to take off his makeup and outside clothes.

"Welcome home." Senku greets, in tow and facing Gen from their shared bedroom's doorway. The latter simply replies in a soft hum, too tired to speak and the warmth that spreads in his chest making him fall faster into the world of slumber.

"You still haven't changed your clothes." The voice is closer now, softer and probably just beside his bed but Gen still makes no move to clean up after himself. He's too tired and Senku's voice was the only presence keeping him grounded to consciousness.

A few beats of silence and Gen was almost slipping until he feels a pair of arm turning him over. He lets it be.

"Such a baby." Senku grumbles, and Gen chuckles hoarsely. Tired, still too tired so he doesn't open his eyes but let's Senku have his way. The boy calmly and tenderly guides him to change his hoodie into a more comfortable crisp shirt and still being awfully compliant when his pants also get unzipped and changed into clean boxer shorts.

Gen wouldn't overthink this for tonight - let's it be a problem for his future self to keel over. Eyes still closed, he lets a low rumble escape from his throat, too incomprehensible to mutter out a thank you. Senku seems to understand anyway, and chuckles quietly in reponse.

"I'll remove your make up now okay? Then you can finally sleep, you big baby."

Gen slips for a few moments until he feels himself being pulled into someone's lap. Then there's a dab of soft, wet, warm cotton on his face. Senku was awfully gentle and even in the verge of being pulled to sleep, Gen feels a fan of breath spread over his face. He takes a peek with one eye, and in the haziness sees Senku's face inches away, his eyes glints of something akin to tenderness.

Tonight has been nothing but quiet, and soft and even Senku who is usually abrasive was uncharacterstically careful with him.

Senku didn't falter, continues even with Gen's now more profound awareness coming into play and his ashen blue eyes now watching the boy above him with great wonder. Senku dabs on his cheeks to smudge the blush, and then on one eye as he hushes a gentle let me get this one- and Gen complies by closing his eyes temporarily and soaks in the feeling of being cared for. He settles in deeper into Senku's lap when the scientist have finished removing his eyeshadows and eyeliner.

Few rustles of plastic and a brand new cotton on hand, Senku moves on to remove the lipgloss on Gen's lips - gentle, soft caresses of warm cotton slowly removing the layer of glittered gloss and it goes on for a few seconds. Gen hums every now and then - almost purring and Senku doesn't tease him for it, simply lets it and only scoffs.

When he's done, Gen feels Senku turn to dispose the cotton but makes no move to get Gen off his lap. Gen simply watches him throw the used cotton balls by the table down his bedside trashcan, simply marvels and savors the moment when Senku looks back down on him in what he deems the loveliest the boy could ever be.

"You can sleep now." Senku says, whispers and Gen wants to giggle with how ethereal his drawl sounds like in the quietness of their room - but still being tired, he only hums again and eyes fluttering close to bury his nose deep into his roommates thigh.

He almost wants to protest when he feels himself being partially lifted off Senku's lap, only to be more content when he finds himself being pressed against the boy's chest and he smells pleasant, feels so, so warm as his arms pull Gen closer.

Gen still doesn't think too much of it when they are sharing one bed, makes it a point to embrace his roommate back and to snuggle closer.

"Good night, Gen." It was the last words he hear before finally, finally succumbing into sleep, and of arms the he most certainly would call home.

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College is reallyyy tiring -so I am pretty sure I projected my tiredness on Gen a bit. I really wanted to be comforted so I did this sufficiently self-indulgent fic that is hastily written 😳 also because SenGen is such a comfort to me 💖

I scramble to this ship like it's my home 😔😔💘