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Love Languages ~ dcst

i think i almost exclusively worked on this at times past 1 am but maybe that efficient consistency is what makes me like it a lot haha.. ha... ANYWAYS enjoy! it's also up on AO3 in chapters if u prefer that formatting

a mini anthology-ish thing inspired by this post here !!

synopsis: i love you, je t'aime, 大好きだよ; different ways to say the exact same thing. the Kingdom of Science is a big family, isn’t it? that just means there’s a lot more ways for these people to convey that same meaning.

cw: long post, manga spoilers until maybe the ship building arc?? though this was written with future arcs in mind too, definitely manga character spoilers past that arc, canon-compliant, like... super cheesy, but that's pretty much it this is mostly fluffy slice of life shenanigans

word count: 8.0k (haha that is a LOT longer than i first expected)

what he knew

At the end of every day, Taiju could conclude with certainty that he was loved.

A lot of people could, actually, but it was often easy to forget—especially if you weren’t good at remembering the little things that mattered. And while Taiju wasn’t exactly the brightest in the room, he sure didn’t allow himself to forget those little things.

Like, for example, ah…

Oh, right!

Starting with the obvious, not once in his life has he known of Yuzuriha giving a gift that wasn't handmade herself. Quite literally ever—it didn’t matter for whom or for what occasion. If you didn’t trust him on that, you could even ask Senku and his immaculate memory, and he’d tell you the same thing. And, well, even Taiju had figured that that kind of thing was a crazy standard to set for yourself, but at the same time, Yuzuriha was thoroughly dedicated to her craft and the love that came with it; she put her mind to that goal and always delivered.

As a result, even back when they were younger, it made him think about how he, Mr. Simpleton, could possibly make beyond-incredible, oh-so-amazing Yuzuriha feel at least a fraction of what her gifts made him feel. His go-to for Senku was a good ol' hug, sure, but he had always doubted that it was the most suitable strategy when it came to her. For one…

She was a girl.

Second, she was the girl that he was madly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with. He couldn’t just come onto her so strongly, that’d be putting her on the spot!

So, for years, Taiju did his best to search for every opening and take every opportunity to convey his appreciation and admiration in other ways. (And he hasn’t realized this, but taking that effort was also quite the act of love in itself!) Looking back, he liked to think that doing so got him to improve quite a lot with using his words; the previously lame, impersonal, “You—um, you did great! Thank you for your hard work!” would now sound something more like, “You’re so, so cool, Yuzuriha! I’ve seen you do it a million times, but it doesn’t get old!”

And, yeah, he was more comfortable with hugging her now, but it was nice to have other means of expression in his arsenal.

Taiju was certainly proud of himself for that, but it was safe to say that he was even prouder of his best friend for his development of receiving their love over the years.

Yuzuriha herself wasn’t as averse to open affection as Senku was—far from it, really, but she understood that the best way to crack his shell and really get through to him was through rather unique methods. Particularly, the overlap of their respective passions.

Everyone knew about Senku’s tendency to make horrifyingly specific infodumps in response to even a remotely curious question, but the majority haven’t even seen the worst of it. If it was Taiju or Yuzuriha listening—and they truly would be listening—the sheer length of that monologue would put any Please Meet the Word Count essay to shame. Back then, there was only one person, excluding Senku’s own father, who dared keep that kind of conversation going and emerged successful: Yuzuriha.

It was kind of scary sight, honestly.

Taiju has tried to do it, he really has, but the words just wouldn’t—couldn’t—get through his skull. Not just Senku’s words either; anything Yuzuriha replied that went past “Ooh, and then?” or “What else?” would get into technical details that Taiju didn’t want to fathom.

“I see… a polymer, huh?” Yuzuriha had tilted her head, fully immersed in the impromptu Textile Science class. “I always knew polyester was the most durable, but I never learned why.”

With a chuckle, Senku leaned back into his seat, propping his hands behind his head. “It’s the ethylene glycol. Y’know, from petroleum? Its chemical reaction with terephthalic acid is the secret behind it. Eh, not really a secret, but yeah.”

“Cool!” Taiju said, enthusiastically nodding along, but his mind was thinking anything but “cool.”

I… it… what? Weren’t clothes made from plants? Those chemicals did not sound like plants.

Though, in spite of having to sit through all that with an increasingly dizzy head, never has this made him feel left out. Honestly, he was always just happy to see that look in Senku’s eyes when he was ten billion percent at ease with going crazy.

In fact, he could still remember seeing that look for the first time. After moving in with his grandparents and having to switch schools, making new friends had been difficult, even for someone like Taiju. A few trials and errors later, it was this child prodigy who stuck out the most to him as the best candidate for First Friend.

Eventually Best Friend, too! But that was still a bit later.

Now, while Senku definitely had been the smartest at school, he wasn’t the singular smart kid that existed. Yet somehow, he was also the one who had been least condescending to little Taiju, entertaining questions that the other smart kids had brushed off as dumb. Taiju had followed that head of green hair to the school cafeteria everyday; and while Senku’s sarcastic, snarky remarks weren’t the easiest to deal with at first, it was the sparkle in his eyes when talking about science that served as Taiju’s green flag.

It was the kind of spark that said, Thank you for being here. Thank you for tolerating me. Thank you for being someone with an interest in my passion.

Er, well, that was the gut feeling, at least. He could have very well been wrong.

Good thing he wasn't!

But those questions Taiju used to always ask? They had been dumb. At least, objectively speaking. However, it’s that exact thing that has lead him to his favorite lesson learned from his best friend: he shouldn’t ever feel inferior because there were things he couldn’t do and things he didn’t know.

Obviously, he wasn’t ever told this point-blank—it did take a lot of brain power to read between the lines. But he’d seen Senku recognize, even praise, seemingly small things all the time.

Taiju had even asked about it once, while they were on the way home from school. In response, Senku only raised an eyebrow, pointing to a giant flatscreen TV mounted to the tall building across the street, displaying a flashing ad for a new curry product.

“You think that thing would work if one itty bitty wire was connected wrong?” he deadpanned. “Small components look small in the bigger picture, but if it wasn’t there in the first place, there wouldn’t be a bigger picture.”

“You’re…” Taiju said, eyes going wide as he gasped. “Woah, you’re right, Senku!”

The conclusion in his head: working together yielded better results and bigger accomplishments. And working together? That was something they did a lot of.

Even though he befriended the biggest nerd he had ever met in his life (affectionate), nothing could have ever prepared Taiju for the kinds of things he’d be pulled into. Granted, they were interesting and exciting and unheard of anywhere else, and they made Senku happy. If you asked him, Taiju would call science Senku’s kind of love. His proof: the kinds of conversations they had after a long day.

Just… trust him on this one.

“Senku, do you ever feel bad after having to throw out a failed experiment?” he had once asked randomly, frowning at the bin of scraps in his arms. “It just… kinda feels like a waste.”

Senku glanced over his shoulder. “Huh? Oh, well, a bit, I guess.” He sat up straight, momentarily putting a pause on their clean-up. “It’s not like I don’t know from the start that those things have an expiry date to ‘em. Even if they do work, there’s always a better version of a prototype to be made. You just gotta move on to the next project. It’s only natural.

“Though, you do have a point, Big Oaf,” he continued with a smirk. “Experiments on the level that we do them are both expensive and time-consuming. Not just on my part, but on whoever’s getting the equipment in the first place.”

“So, Byakuya-san?”

“In this case, yeah. Even if he does work at JAXA and everything, acquiring all this stuff is far from easy. Why do you think I’m extra careful when we handle the tools? Gotta put off the inevitable for as long as possible.”

Taiju stayed silent, not exactly sure of how to add to that, but it seemingly prompted Senku to keep talking.

“Y’know, if someone else had adopted me,” he said, voice suddenly quiet, “I doubt I would’ve been able to pursue science. Not to this degree, at the very least. And if that were the case, I… I don’t know what I would’ve...“

A pained, choked sound came from him, along with a sudden shake of the shoulders that absolutely shattered Taiju’s heart.

In remedy, he slapped his best friend hard on the back, forcing out a strangled cough from his lanky frame.

“Well, it’s a good thing you do have your dad, right?” Taiju hoped his grin was wide enough to make Senku think that his reddened, scrunched up face was completely unnoticeable. “I’ll be sure to text him a big thank you as soon as possible!”

“Okay, yeah, no. Don’t do that,” Senku managed out with a strained chuckle. “He’ll ask a bunch of questions and be super weird about it. Ugly sight.”

So yes, while Taiju could listen and show interest all he tried, he knew Byakuya was the best at using science to make Senku’s heart happy. The other awesome thing? He wasn’t just good at Senku’s kind of love, but he was good at his and Yuzuriha’s kinds of love too!

The amount of times Yuzuriha had come home with a shiny new sewing kit or expensive roll of fabric was… well, endearing, to say the least. To her parents, though, it was almost embarrassing to have their daughter be so spoiled by her best friend’s single father.

Additionally, Taiju didn’t really like ranking moments, with Byakuya or with anybody, but one memory during a sleepover at their house always stuck with him. Especially since it was one of the few times he was home, too.

“Can’t sleep?”

Twelve year-old Taiju had stopped mid-reach for the milk carton in the fridge, turning to the voice’s owner with a sheepish smile. “Kinda… but mostly hungry,” he admitted. Then pouted. “What are you doing awake at one in the morning, Byakuya-san?”

The older man only laughed heartily. “I’ve got some work left to cram. But hey, if you need something, I’m at your service.”

Extremely tempting offer.

“Uhh… cup noodles?” Taiju suggested eventually, mostly as a question. “If that’s—“

“More than fine!” Byakuya grinned, already weaving past him to get the the cupboard where their kettle was tucked in. “I’ll start boiling water, yeah? You can pick from the flavors we have in the pantry.”

“Really? That’s awesome, thank you, Byakuya-san! Thank you!”

It had really hurt when Senku first told him what must have happened after the petrification.

But Taiju was thankful every single day to know that, despite their loss, the three of them weren’t alone in the new world. They had all these new friends—and they had each other. He found it kind of difficult to admit, surprisingly, since saying it like that made it sound too obvious. Taiju’s style was more… unfiltered, raw, and required less thinking. So sometimes, just sometimes, it made him wonder if he should be trying harder.

Then he had heard his best friends talking from outside Senku’s workshop one day. And oh, he truly, from the bottom of his heart, didn’t want to invade their privacy, but he heard his name and just—

“Taiju-kun… he gives the best hugs, don’t you think, Senku-kun?”

“Sure, if you consider soul and bone crushing to be the criteria of a good hug.”

For a moment, they were silent. Taiju was about to consider the conversation over, but Senku spoke again:

“Ugh, don’t give me that face. Yes, I consider it a damn good hug.”

Oh, how hard it had been to hold in the tears.

He couldn’t craft meaningful, detailed gifts out of nothing like Yuzuriha, nor think ten billion and a half steps ahead to ensure his loved ones’ happiness like Senku, but Taiju could be himself. He was free to love the way he knew how to, and that “little” thing was more than enough.

So yes, Taiju knew very well that he was loved—but he also knew that he would never get tired of loving in return.

what he didn’t know

Every week, Chrome walked into a progress meeting with the other renowned leaders of the Kingdom of Science at their makeshift headquarters; and every time, he’d get imposter syndrome because of it.

Four experts in their own respective fields, equipped with the knowledge and experience of the old world that he’d simply never have—it was terribly difficult for Chrome to be confident in his knowledge when he knew it was lacking.

But while that was true, it wasn’t in the way he thought.

See, Chrome had noticed a lot of things across the course of these meetings. For instance, on days that Senku would be questioned for being so blatantly in a rush, his offhanded responses were surprisingly telling: “Yuzuriha’s fabrics need to be replenished before tomorrow. Nobody else knows how she likes them made or which ones she uses the most of.”

Another example, clear in intent as ever, despite it having been said with a scowl: “The quality of old man Kaseki’s tools starts going to hell after a certain amount of time. I gotta pay him a visit.”

What Chrome had discovered? Senku was even worse at hiding his feelings than he thought.

So much so that he’d turn it into an argument, actually. Not that he was mad at Ukyo that one time, but he, um... surely could’ve phrased it better.

“We’ll get somebody else to take over the classes. It’s that simple.”

“What? No,” Ukyo had insisted that day, eyes wide. “Senku, it’s okay, I want to do this. We don’t need to trouble someone else with managing the school. I’ll balance the new assignment and the kids’ classes.”

“And compromise your health in the process?” Senku immediately shot back. “We don’t need you and your efficiency going down the drain, dumbass.”

“Now, Senku-chan—“ Gen began, but Senku held up a hand.

“Ukyo, there are things I’d rather only trust you with. I don’t need you losing sleep over grading papers. You think that Lioness Kohaku could mark out every important part of a map by herself?”

“She wouldn’t be happy to hear that," Chrome murmured, getting a chuckle out of Ryusui.

Eventually, Senku sighed, picking at his ear with a pinky. “Though… it would be a big hassle for those kids to adjust to someone completely new. ‘Specially if that person won’t spoil them as much as you do.”

“A compromise, then,” Ukyo said, allowing himself a small smile. “What do you suggest?”

“We assign Ruri to half the classes, she’s already well-taught. You have more time for the new job and still get to keep playing Sensei. We’re all happy. Deal?”

A beat.

“Deal.”

What Chrome had discovered? Two people could both be acting unselfishly and still not see eye-to-eye on the little details.

Ah, yes, the little details. Things like the heaviness in Chrome’s eyes that he always tried to hide in the mornings following a late night. But he supposed some people were just gifted at noticing those things.

Sometimes one look was all it took to cue Ukyo into serving up a glass of water without so much as a word. The first few times caught Chrome off guard—he was only a second or two through the door, and bam, there it was. Interestingly enough, Ukyo did it in a way that was near automatic, like he’d already tended to someone burnt by exhaustion a million times before. Chrome had even caught him humming a quiet tune to himself as he poured out drinks for those who hadn’t arrived yet. And if things had been particularly bad lately, the water would be replaced by a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, if you want to talk about anything…”

And while Ukyo rarely finished that sentence, his face said it all: I’m here to listen.

What Chrome had discovered? It might’ve been nice to grow up with an older brother figure. He’d definitely have to ask Ginro about that.

Not everyone quite had that unique breed of sixth sense-like caring instinct, after all. Even fewer would be willing to listen to rants of other people’s problems in general—kinda like what Gen does for a living. But at the same time, he wasn't the only person who knew how to do that.

“Can you believe she actually did that?”

Chrome was a weak and simple man, he had realized that day, because eavesdropping on what was surely gossip had been an alarmingly easy decision.

Peaking through the windows had revealed Gen, the voice's owner, sitting at the meeting room’s center table, head propped up on his fist.

“Really, even I wouldn’t go that far just to be petty,” he lamented, the slice of bread in his free hand flopping unceremoniously. “The disputes only get stupider by the day.”

A ring of laughter lead Chrome to find Ukyo digging through the ice box in the corner.

“Well, what he said did breach a touchy subject,” he said, fetching out two fresh bottles of cola. “You can’t completely blame her, y’know? People don’t think straight when they’re in that kind of headspace.”

“I know, I know. But come on, who just does something so… immature?”

Unfortunately, the sound of Senku’s footsteps cut that spying session short, but it did comfort Chrome to finally see Gen on the ranting side of that kind of situation.

Speaking of, another thing Chrome noticed: the mentalist was never first to arrive, but almost always second. For what possible reason? He could never guess. But the fact had held true.

Moreover, the select few times that Chrome came early gave way to some of the most baffling (yet also most therapeutic, somehow) interactions he’d ever had with Gen. For starters, sitting quietly with someone usually so chatty usually meant something was wrong. However, getting slices of a side of him that was so relaxed and not all over the place was… well, really reassuring. A few times, he even humored Chrome with a couple “cutesy, harmless” magic tricks, as he called them, like making pencils disappear or chairs float for a whole five seconds.

Somehow, Chrome could tell that doing them made him really happy.

Once, Gen had asked, “How’s the day been treating you so far, Chrome-chan?”

“Is this a trick question?” Chrome asked back with a dubious pout. “Are you gonna like… ask a favor?”

At this, an awfully authentic laugh tumbled past Gen’s lips—a near snort that melted into a soft chuckle, and the grin that followed lacked the underlying malice Chrome was so used to. “I mean it. No ulterior motive this time, promise. Can’t I make meaningless small talk for once in my life?”

“I—no—I mean, of course you can,” Chrome said, sitting up straighter in his seat. “My morning was, uh… not bad, actually, thanks. You?”

“That’s good to hear.” Gen nodded to himself, mindlessly folding the scrap of paper he found on the table. “Mine was kinda slow, honestly… Oh! But I did catch Taiju-chan out on the farm. It’s endearing to see him work.”

Unconsciously, Chrome smiled. Huh. Cool.

What he had discovered? He actually quite liked this utterly natural, normal Gen. Maybe almost as much as dramatic, multi-faceted Gen.

Granted, the latter Gen still often made jokes about how Chrome and Senku were to join him in hell someday.

“Okay." Senku had nodded approvingly. "You two can go ahead. I’ll only need Gen and Chrome for this last one.”

“Best we be careful, Senku-chan,” Gen said in complete mock-seriousness. “Who knows what demon we might summon when left unsupervised?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Senku smirked, waving a hand. “Even if we do, I’m sure we could handle it. I’d bet ten billion points that even yokai aren’t immune to sodium hydroxide, given the right dosage.”

Chrome made a face. “And here I was thinking we didn’t want to summon one.”

“There’s a story behind that,” Rysui said, eyes narrowed as they headed for the door. “At this point I’m certain. Definitely want to know what the hell it is.”

“Maybe another time,” Ukyo chuckled. “Anyway, you said you wanted me to come taste Francois’ new recipes?”

“Yeah! Come on, I’m sure they’re already waiting.”

That was something Ryusui did a lot—no, not ask for the details of their dreadful inside joke—invite someone to join him to do something after the meeting. And by something, it really was anything.

If it wasn’t stuffing fresh bread onto Ukyo’s plate, it was stringing Gen along to help him get on the good side of the other Ishigami villagers. Honestly, Chrome himself couldn’t even count how many times he’d come along to take the hot air balloon for another spin, just so Ryusui could “commit the terrain to memory.”

And really, when Chrome’s pride and reputation as “the explorer who knew the native lands best” was on the line, he simply couldn’t turn down invitations like that.

What he had discovered from all that? It was quite easy for Ryusui to get carried away.

Exhibit A: Once, he and Senku had been left alone to talk ship-building logistics; except when the others came back from a break, the two were suddenly debating who had the better childhood Pokémon game. Go figure.

Exhibit B: Chrome could vividly remember this one very specific day when Ryusui had been going around making arm wrestling bets—again, go figure. As expected, he hadn't let them leave the meeting room without taking him on. Now, while String Bean Senku’s loss surprised absolutely nobody, it was revealed that Ryusui was pretty good.

Until they found out that Ukyo was better.

And then suddenly Ryusui was dragging him outside so he could bet on his games, and then suddenly a bunch of people were making a commotion, and then suddenly the cash started racking up, and then the next thing they knew, Magma had lost to Ukyo.

And, well, everybody lost their shit.

Clicking his tongue, Senku had grinned appraisingly at the aftermath. “Maybe we shouldn’t be so surprised,” he mused, watching Yo point and laugh at Magma. “That bow of yours is heavy, after all. Draw weight isn’t less than eighteen kilos, yeah?”

“Give or take.” Ukyo smiled sheepishly, wriggling his fingers experimentally. “Guess I just forget most of the time. Anyway, it’s not like my seniors in the military didn’t used to drag me into stuff like this all the time.”

Chrome blinked. “Dude, if I could beat Magma head-on, I wouldn’t let the whole village forget.”

“Though, results aside,” Gen said, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on the wad of Dragos in Ryusui’s distant hand, “maybe we should try holding our own… fundraiser.”

“Something just as simple yet effective,” Senku said. “You can rig a coin flip, right?”

“…Frankly, Senku-chan, I wouldn’t count on people trusting a fair flip with me involved. And in any other case, have you forgotten that your luck is literal trash?”

“Fair point.”

Those were just instances from the top of Chrome’s head.

Though, in no way whatsoever did these events, nor the discoveries drawn from them, leave a bad taste in his mouth. In all honesty, looking back served to remind him of when Nikki had told him about the concept of friendship bracelets.

He had seriously considered it—even sat in his room with extra materials, tried conceptualizing designs. But it dawned on him that maybe it was… just a bit too cheesy. Senku didn’t seem like a jewelry person anyway, and Ryusui was sure to already have a bunch of bracelets for whatever reason…

Yeah, maybe not as good of an idea as he initially thought.

Anyhow, Chrome was sure that the sentiment itself of these shared experiences was more than enough of a gift. And since he had the eye and memory for every one of these things, who was he to complain about not feeling smart enough when piecing them together forged such a home-like feeling?

Then again, his knowledge was lacking—not necessarily in the sense of facts, but about the situation; in the old world, a room full of people labeled "coworkers" would rarely be bonded by a sense of home, of all things—this was something only the other generals knew.

But was it a crime that that wasn’t their case? Was it so bad that instead of civil handshakes and nods, each meeting ended with some wildly fond new memory together?

Not at all.

So maybe it was for the best, the other four had already decided in unspoken agreement, that Chrome didn’t know. Especially since when it came to this, somebody like him deserved far better than what the old world had offered.

what she had

Ruri had spent a lot of her time grieving what she had lost to her many years bedridden.

She knew it would be awful to dwell on it too much, but… well, it truly was her biggest regret. Everything she had done as priestess of her village—the people who she considered extended family—would have amounted to nothing if she simply didn’t get to spend enough time alongside them, as selfish as it may sound. Of course, that wasn’t a problem anymore, and thankfully so.

Still, who wouldn’t be tempted to contemplate what could have been—what she could've lived through in those years lost?

But that kind of thinking had begun to change at a certain point.

Ruri wasn’t sure what was so special about that day, if it was even so special at all. That was the beauty if it, she supposed; nothing else had stood out, so she herself was able to pick out what seemed special.

“Woah, you’re manning the food stalls yourself, Suika? That’s so responsible of you!”

That voice had been Titan’s, who had been about to buy ramen. Meanwhile, Ruri just happened to be close enough to notice the way Suika bristled in surprise, trying to stand a bit straighter.

“I—well,” she had stammered, “Mirai actually helps me, she’s just taking a break right now. Do you, uh… really think so?”

Before Titan could answer, Namari chimed in, peeping out from behind him. “Oh, totally! You’re super cool for helping out so much, Suika.”

Suddenly, everyone within a ten-meter radius was pitching in their own pieces of praise; from underneath her helmet, Suika only seemed to beam brighter and brighter with each one.

“Time flies so fast! Wasn’t she a little girl just yesterday?”

“So proud of that kid.”

“Really wish I could be as much of a help as her.”

“I taught her how to use the cotton candy machine, she’s a total pro!”

“The pride of our village, isn’t she?”

Ruri giggled quietly, finding herself agreeing with everyone’s sentiments. While Suika was certainly a diligent worker, Ruri knew just how sweet she was generally.

Once, while weaving baskets together, the former had decided to pass time by playing a game where they listed off things they loved about each other. It had warmed Ruri’s heart to hear her thoughts, and the reactions to the compliments aimed at her in return had been absolutely adorable.

Even so, Ruri knew her closeness with Suika was rivaled by that of Kohaku, who was fiercely protective of the girl—and had been from the very beginning. With so many of Suika's relatives having been taken by the previous famine, it hadn't at all been a difficult choice to take her as part of their family.

And that lead Ruri to her sister.

Her irreplaceable, dearest little sister; though she could hardly call her little anymore. Ruri took every chance she could to hug her tight, to warmly wrap her up in ways words couldn’t. All for the girl who has never, not once, not ever, even thought of giving up on her older sister, and who never failed to let go of that embrace without first uttering a most honest “I love you.”

The same girl who went about their community with the kind of familiarity and deep-rooted devotion only the empowered daughters of the chief had. (Well, previous chief.) Kohaku also spent lots of time with the village children, often teaching them how to protect themselves or watching over them when they played in the fields or by the river. And if not with them, she was almost definitely checking up on the village’s defenses.

Once, Ruri had overheard her suddenly ask Kinro about how his vision was doing, as well as how adjusting to glasses had been like and a bunch of other related things. Someone with her 20/20 sight wouldn’t have any idea, after all. That conversation had ended with them agreeing that it was stupid he had to struggle with his fuzzy sickness for so long at all, yet both extremely grateful that the glasses were here now. Ruri had to admit that it was pretty funny.

And, really, that did lead her to Kinro.

Steadfast, persistent Kinro, who not only accomplished everything he was assigned to, but had so much initiative as to pick up on the kinds of chores and tasks anybody else was either too tired or too lazy to do. If it was a requirement to making things easier for everyone else, he’d deliver. No further questions asked. And that was on top of having to keep his brother out of trouble.

Mostly, Ruri just hoped he’d catch a well-deserved break. What would they do without him?

Inevitably, that lead her to Ginro, who was seen with his brother almost two-thirds of the time.

She knew just how close they were. A lot of times, the situation truly did make it feel like siblings only had each other to rely on. It was evident in Ginro’s restless eyes whenever he had reason to panic, or when something truly disheartened him—they’d always go searching for Kinro, flicking back and forth among the crowd before landing on that brunet head of hair.

However, whenever Ginro was in the spirits to goof off, there were notably few people who could actually make him pick up slack. That is, which didn’t involve blunt guilt-tripping—e.g. Kohaku—or forcibly leaving him with no choice—e.g. Senku.

Grandpa Kaseki was one of them.

Because while Gen was his favorite to drag into impromptu projects, Ginro was close in second. And what was most interesting? Ruri had noticed that he didn’t slither out of those situations as often as expected.

“So, you don’t mind all too much when he does that?” she had teasingly asked him once.

“Eh, well.” Ginro didn’t meet her eyes, fiddling with his fingers. “The stuff he asks me to do isn't that bad. Usually. It’s… sometimes, it’s kinda fun, plus…”

Ruri smiled, already knowing where this was going. “Plus?”

His next words were mumbled out almost begrudgingly: “I actually like spending time with him.”

Which lead Ruri to everyone’s favorite ojii-chan in question.

Even though he did take every chance to fawn over Yuzuriha’s contemporary craftsmanship or pester Senku for something new to try and build, he was still a senior Ishigami villager through and through. The indication that he hadn’t forgotten? Ruri would catch him going door-to-door in his free time, asking the other elderly if they’d like him to make anything for them while he still could.

“Maybe something new and cool, like what the kids like,” she even distinctly remembered him say at one point.

It made her wonder what it must be like to still have so much love to give at that age. Like say, enough so that Kaseki would go out of his way to invite Chrome to eat with him whenever they took a break from a project of theirs.

Ah, right. And that lead Ruri to Chrome.

Their humble, starry-eyed Chrome was far busier now than before—and with quite heavy tasks that had a lot of people counting on him, too. But she knew it was everything he’d ever dreamed of—getting far with his own knowledge and the work of his own hands, standing alongside others who were just as capable.

“He’s grown so much,” Ruri had said once, as they watched him coordinate with an officer at the mines for materials to be shipped back to base. “I’m really just… so happy for him.”

Kohaku smirked, crossing her arms. “I could say the exact same thing and still not capture the same awestruck reverence that you—ow.”

Her sister deserved that hit in the shoulder, a blushing Ruri quickly concluded.

Chrome was busier than before, yes, but not so busy that he had forgotten those closest to him from childhood. After all, Ruri would still find an array of intricately-shaped leaves, delicate flowers, or glittery polished rocks at her window sill every once in a while. What was new, however, were the small pieces of paper attached to them; if she hadn’t been taught to read, she would’ve missed the innocently sweet “Reminded me of you!!” notes that always came written on it.

See, he’d even grown so much that Garnet even caught him and Magma coming back together from a personal mining trip. Peacefully. No bickering, just normal chatter. Not even a Senku to mediate. A part of Ruri still didn’t believe it ever happened.

But really. Recent developments have helped reveal a side to all her loved ones that hadn’t quite fully bloomed before.

There was even a prime example in Ruri’s own experience: even when Turquoise and Jasper didn’t need to be at her side 24/7 anymore, she still enjoyed going through the mundane parts of her day with them nearby. It had taken some time for them to adjust to not being on-edge at her every step, but it easily became apparent just how much they also loved seeing their charge sprightly and well.

In fact, everybody from the village now knew how to work at least one machine or create at least one helpful substance. Ruri often saw them giving each other discounts at food stalls and cracking jokes when asked to make something as a favor. Besides the obvious way science had improved their lives as individuals, it had somehow brought the village even closer together.

Though, what truly sealed it for her were the photos.

Helping Minami collate and arrange them, even just for a while, it had become strikingly apparent that everybody was happier than ever, helping each other and trying new things everyday. Every captured smile or laugh was shared; if not with a fellow villager, then with a non-primitive Kingdom of Science member. Even if Ruri tried to think of only a single person, she ended up remembering all of them and the pleasant memories tied to each.

Upon seeing the way her eyes flowed from one picture to the next on the collage board, Minami had giggled. “Cool, isn’t it? Visual composition naturally leads you from one person to the next. Then the next, then the next, and so on.”

“It’s us,” Ruri responded in a delicate whisper. “Our time together. It… connects us all.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

So when Ruri looked around her today, she could rest easy knowing what she knew—what she had lost was nothing compared to what she had now, and for that, she’d continue to be eternally grateful.

what he didn't have

If Ryusui could buy all the time in the world, he already would have a long time ago. But he couldn't—he learned so early on.

However, that wasn’t the issue; it was already ingrained into his system that if he wanted something, he’d stop at nothing to get it. So if Ryusui wanted someone’s time, you’d be a fool to think that he wouldn’t be ready to work for it.

No, the real issue was that sometimes, certain people simply didn’t want to share their time.

And for a painfully long amount of time, Ryusui had wondered if it was a “him” problem. He swore he wouldn’t ever feel the need change himself for anybody, but, well… his big brother wasn’t just anybody.

Then there was also Francois, who was living proof that the problem wasn’t Ryusui’s. Not entirely, at least.

Francois, who had patched up cuts and scratches on such an energetic, curious kid so often that they just knew carrying a first aid kit around was a necessity. Francois, who had always tucked a handful of hair ties in their pocket after a certain junior high schooler decided it’d be cool to grow out his hair. Francois, who had gotten so used to shopping with this big spender that “I desire that you get something for yourself!” didn’t faze them anymore, and in fact, would be quickly met with “As you wish, Master Ryusui.”

With only this one person who he could always turn to, young Ryusui had made sure that Francois only got the grandest gifts. Whether it was their birthday, New Year’s, Christmas, even an ordinary day—it had to be lush and flashy and expensive. A diamond-encrusted stopwatch from America. A 162 by 130 centimeter painting from an artist he forgot the name of. A handbag from a luxury brand with Francois' name sewn in with gold thread.

But as Ryusui grew older, those gifts had begun to feel hollow.

So over the years, they got less expensive. And it wasn’t like he was actively trying to save money when gift shopping, either; the ones that felt more heartfelt simply happened to be less flashy, instead more practical and thoughtful. A foreign cuisine cookbook. Scented candles for their room. A new pair of gloves.

One year, the gifts had completely stopped coming.

This hadn't disheartened Francois in the slightest—really, it had made their heart swell to see just how far their little boy had matured. Because instead of the gifts, Ryusui simply dedicated his time. They spent entire days together on a normal basis, sure, but how much of that was actual quality time?

Francois was aware that the term had multiple definitions to different people, but they could definitively tell when Ryusui was consciously, actively making sure that their time together was of the utmost quality. And it gave them such a priceless kind of joy.

Needless to say, Ryusui was happy. They were both more than happy with where their relationship stood; by today, most of it quite literally boiled down to numerous silent understandings.

So it just couldn’t be a “him” problem, right? Not when the effort he put into forging that familial bond with Francois became something he was so proud of.

If Sai would just let him in, Ryusui would often think, he’d definitely be able to win over his affection.

At one point, it had troubled him so much that he straight-up asked Francois about it.

“To my understanding,” they had said, gently setting the cup of fresh tea on the table in front of him, “your desire is not to force him into anything. As is expected, of course. I know well that you would hate to serve to harm anyone, Master Ryusui. Especially since, in this case, this is someone you admire and respect so deeply.”

Elbows propped against his knees, Ryusui stared solemnly at the floor as he mumbled in agreement.

“If I may be so bold as to suggest," Francois added, "perhaps it is best to respect Master Sai’s wishes. By all means, there is no harm in continuing to try, but I believe it would make him comfortable to step back once he is firm to say no.”

With a sigh, Ryusui leaned back into the couch. “Right. I understand.” He then flashed Francois a playful grin. “And here I was thinking you’d be completely on my side, eh, Francois?”

They smiled. “I must admit, both you brothers not only have my loyalty, but also my heart’s affection.”

Ryusui stood suddenly.

“Ah, I deeply apologize if I overstepped any bounda—“

“Thank you,” is all he said, silently squeezing them in a tight embrace.

And indeed, Ryusui wasn’t the only brother they had always looked out for.

Part of Francois’ dynamic skillset as a professional chef was having variations to every single dish they knew how to prepare. Typically, there was the one most liked by the general public, as well as “Ryusui’s version,” but they had also gone out of their way to mentally establish a “Sai’s version.”

They had always known that he was far too timid to ever speak up about how he’d like a certain food to be prepared—especially when the entire family hierarchy existed to tell him that his opinion was void. Instead, it had involved a lot of carefully reading his expressions during multi-course meals with a variety of dishes. After a while, it got easier; and nothing had made Francois happier than to see another satisfied customer at their hands.

So naturally, Ryusui hadn't been the only disheartened one when Sai moved to India.

Distance, however, was not something Francois considered consequential enough to hinder a butler’s duties. After getting in touch with his university, they had been able to check up on him via text. Francois had figured it would be good to remind him that he was still cared for back home, but not overdo it to the point of being overbearing. Judging by his friendly replies, thankfully, they appeared to have done a good job.

Though, as much of a success that was, it had still been sad to see their charge have to grow up without an older brother.

The ideal, reliable, present older brother—a lot of people dreamed of that, right?

Because really, for someone who seemed so full of himself—and to an extent, actually was—Ryusui truly enjoyed having somebody to look up to. And it wasn’t even primarily about Sai’s breadth of knowledge or finesse of talent; no, that was a mere bonus, even in his greedy eyes. Ryusui was far too fixated on simply having someone of his own blood to lean on.

But that was something Sai had only realized years down the line, thanks to a bit of help.

He told himself it was because their situation had already framed it badly enough. That Ryusui’s unapologetic personality hadn't helped either of them. That it was just some horrible coincidence that him being disgustingly efficient at mental math overlapped with Ryusui wanting him to do math for his passion projects. That—

Ugh, who was he kidding?

The truth clear to Sai now was that his little brother didn’t care what the hell they were doing, as long as they were doing it with each other.

It was so damn obvious in hindsight. Sai hated himself for being the cause of such a pitiful truth to come to fruition—if his brother was so desperately starved of any and all interaction, whose fault was that?

“Sai!” The voice’s owner had stepped into his room after knocking only once. “You free? There’s something awesome I want you to see!”

Perhaps what made it worse was that Ryusui didn’t seem to hold any grudge at all.

Sai had gone rigid from his spot at the desk. “Ryusui—“

Next time, wait for me to answer before coming in, were the words at the tip of his tongue, but he forcefully swallowed them down upon looking up. Somehow, even just a little bit, the stupidly wide grin smeared across his brother’s features made the effort worth it.

Instead, Sai rubbed at his eyes, sighing. “Uh, maybe later? I’m actually pretty tired.”

“That’s totally fine! I’ll come back later, then, yeah?”

“Oh, but I—uh, actually—“ he blurted, making Ryusui halt with one foot out the door. “You can, um…” Sai avoided his eyes, overwhelmed by the mental gymnastics it took to reach for the right words. “You should—you should stay. Let’s talk over some curry? I… I’ve got some spare in the fridge.”

And talk over curry they did.

It had been lightly reminiscent for the most part, both of them trying not to run out of things to say. (You could imagine that was much easier for one than it was for the other.) From the weird, exotic pet that their uncle used to keep in the back garden, to how much faster Ryusui could have leveled up in Mario Brothers if Sai had just taught him, to how they admittedly should’ve played more chess together.

Eventually, it got quiet. Both of them staring at their bowls, the floor, anything but each other. It was the kind of quiet Sai absolutely loathed—unfinished, begging for somebody to just say something. Anything.

So to fill that silence, Sai apologized.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, barely audible. He stuffed another spoonful of rice into his mouth, hoping it’d stuff any remnants of his shame with it as he continued. “I was never a good brother. I know a bunch of things made me unhappy back then, but I shouldn’t have acted like you were part of the problem.

“Sorry that I’m… I should’ve said goodbye, but I—well, I didn’t.” He chuckled bitterly. “Guess it, like… I dunno, got that bad? I just… I was so scared of what they would’ve done with me, with my life. I’m not like you, Ryu. I never could’ve slithered into the ranks the way y—“

“The Nanami name is my own brand now,” Ryusui said, a-matter-of-factly. “Maybe thousands of years ago, it wasn’t completely mine, but without all the complicated stuff in the way anymore, it sure is now!” he laughed, and for a moment, the devilish little brother was back, but it quickly faded.

“Sai,” he continued, hard gaze locked onto his brother, “I want you to be able to do the same. To make your own name for yourself. It doesn’t even have to be with our last name—hell, Sai sounds cool enough to use for a video game name. Or whatever it is that sounds fun to you. As long as you want it, ‘kay? I know it’s tough to have someone want something from you if it’s all people have ever done, but I want what you want.”

Ryusui couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t been hurt. That was okay. He didn’t need to.

“Regardless of what happened in the past,” he said, “what I want is you to be happy.”

Blinking rapidly, Sai vainly wished that his pricking tears had been from the spice instead.

“I… I’ll try.”

To his whole heart’s relief, his brother didn’t comment, despite the fact that he surely noticed.

Instead, Ryusui licked his lips, back to contemplating the dish at hand. “Man. I still think Francois’ cooking is always above perfect,” he started, “but for some reason, my food has always tasted better than yours. They’re cooked differently, am I wrong?”

“Really?” Sai snorted, swiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. “Well, good. You always liked your flavors way too strong anyway.”

“Wouldn’t change a thing!”

And it was true—not about his taste palette, nor about his brother.

Because for years, Ryusui didn't have Sai’s time, but who would he be if he thought that it was ever too late to make up for it?

#this was so unsolicitedly fluffy i kinda hate myself #also there's no way i'm tagging Everybody in this #that's ten too many people #dcst #dcst fanfic #dr stone #dr. stone #dr stone manga #dcst fluff #dr stone characters #dr. stone fanfic #🍃.scribbles #💫.fnfcs

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clownsuu · 10 months

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it is i, one who drew mob rob for your other blog. remember when i said i couldnt draw old men? yeah apparently i fuckiNG LIED-

what happened to me. first gilf ive ever drawn. i drew these both in one sitting. this man has consumed me. i like his hair but drawing it makes me wanna cry. probably helps that i found a new lineart pen. i like drawing his hands. im writing fanfic about this motherfucker. thanks for infecting me im having a great time. thanks im losing my shit fr fr

WHEEEEEZE CONVERTING GAMERS INTO OLD MAN ENJOYERS LMAOOOOOO

#I will never stop being shocked that some of y’all like Dr Stone he is such a fuggin goober KDHDDHHDH #HES AN OLD SMELLY FARD WITH LIKE- 10 EX WIVES (and a single ex husband) (probably more or less I didn’t really get into his lore)#Old man old old man old smelly man-#ALSO YOOO A FANFIC DAWG??#G Y A T D A M #RANDOM OLD MAN LOVE FHHFJDDJJD #BUT ANYWAY I like how ya drew em for being your first time drawing old fards! Proud of yas gamer!!#Also I love the lil drawings of his head spinning on the bottom LMAOOO

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heyhoeudoin · 5 months

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Can I request a senku x fem reader where she goes with the group to the cave instead of magma and her and senku end up cuddling for warmth and senku is all flustered by it.

WARMTH

"Guess you can still be flustered, huh?"

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 2.9k

genre/s: fluff, comfort?

warning/s: she/her (sorry!), s1 ep 21-22, swearing, mention of tits

synopsis: senku never would have imagined that he'd get flustered over a simple hug (and like it a lot)

masterlist

a/n: i know it's been a year... i got busy, but better later than never! also, while rewatching this episode, i got so emotional like holy sht. the way senku got emotional in this episode just got me tearing up! i love senku so much and i miss dr stone a lot more than i thought i did (IT'S ONLY BEEN A YEAR SINCE IT ENDED LIKE?!?!)

as the group walked up to the edge of the cliff, the sun rises and the stone in suika's hand glowed bright blue shocking everyone around.

"it's blue... a gemstone," chrome says.

"why is it glowing?" suika asks looking at the rock she's holding.

"oh my god, it's scheelite!" you exclaimed as your eyes sparkled at the gem-like-stone in front of you.

senku smiled at you and exclaimed, "ten billion points for you, y/n!" he then walked forward pointing, and bending down at it. "it glows blue when exposed to ultraviolet light. reactions to ultraviolet light are especially visible right before the sun rises. in other words, only right now."

"a magic stone that glows just for this moment... " gen says with a small smile.

chrome went closer to the stone with a curious face. "i've never seen anything like it," he comments.

"me neither," senku says with sparkles in his eyes. "it's an ultra-rare gem. you guys did an incredibly good job, chrome, and suika. this stuff is used in modern filaments. atomic number seventy-four: tungsten!"

"it's the strongest metal in the universe!" you continued his thought as you kept hitting senku's shoulder in joy and excitement.

"ow~" he muttered holding his shoulder. you quickly wrapped your hands around the shoulder you kept hitting to try and soothe it while giving an apologetic look.

the next day, everyone gotten ready to make a cave expedition, and by everyone, it's just senku and chrome.

"this small chunk won't be enough, but it came down the stream in the cave. there must be tons further inside. tons of this heat-resistant treasure called tunsten," chrome says as he held up the stone.

"we only have one set of lights left," senku says holding up the said last pair of lights. "the last member of the exploration team will be... magma!" he called out making everyone shock, most especially you. "tungsten's tough as hell. we're going to need brute force to collect it. let's go cave diving. we're a trio of spelunking buddies. to the fun treasure dungeon!"

"buddies?!" magma exclaimed, shocked, and confused.

"senku, chrome, and magma?!" kohaku exclaimed.

"i've never heard of such a risky group," suika says.

"i-i-is that even safe?!" ginrou exclaimed. "he might be like, 'i'm the chief!', and attack you, or something, senku!"

"come on, let's get going—"

"objection!"

the group turned to where you stood firmly with a hand raised in the air. "what is this? a court?" gen commented.

you dropped your arm and stomped your way to senku with a pissed off expression. "you may be a genius, but you're still a dumbass." you looked down at him as you jabbed your finger into his shoulder. you spread your other arm to point at magma. "i do not trust him yet!" you exclaimed, bluntly. "which is why i'll be coming with."

senku deadpanned at you and sighs. "y/n, there's only three lights and we need magma to carry the scheelite," he stated.

you rose a brow and placed a hand on your hip. "oh? and you're saying that i can't do that," you retorted with a challenging tone.

senku's mouth snapped shut. how can he forget? you're a hundred percent the strongest here! he shakes his head. "well, it can't be helped," he says, shocking the rest. he turned to magma and told him, "you heard her. take those off."

"whaaat? that easily?!" chrome exclaimed.

senku shrugs, sticking a pinky in his ear. "i can't really stop y/n from doing what she wants. if she wants to come, let her."

"then who's going to carry the rocks?" gen asks.

"y/n will," senku answers.

"what?!" gen screamed. "i-isn't that a bit...? can y/n even handle it?" his arms waved around.

kohaku crossed her arms. "are you saying women are weak?" she looked at him pointedly.

gen furiously shook his head at her. "no no, of course not!"

"right, i never told you y/n's last name, haven't i?" senku comments as he turns over to you, who's walking over wearing the equipment.

"my full name is l/n y/n," you announced. "i am more than capable of carrying the scheelite." gen starts foaming at the mouth. however, those who aren't from the modern world, they don't understand.

"basically, y/n's family is famous for a lot of crazy things and she's stronger than anyone else here," senku explains. "now let's stop wasting time and go!"

you and senku followed chrome to the cave where he got the scheelite from where a small stream of water ended. senku dipped his fingers into it. "the water's lukewarm," he mentions with a chuckle. "we can definitely find some treasures."

the three of you ventured deeper into the caves. however, once they got to a certain part, senku immediately noticed something. "get back!" he screamed, extending his arm behind his back.

you and chrome stopped, tensing up. "what's wrong, senku?" chrome asks.

senku bent down, moving carefully, and cracked a piece of the floor. "it's mica. it's like baumkuchen." you let out an 'oooh', but chrome looked confused. "it's a rock that's brittle enough to break with your hands," he says as he tears a layer off of the one he's holding. he then looks up, shining the light in front of him. "look, they're natural pit traps."

the three of you look over to the abundance of pits. "damn," chrome lets out. "nature's traps are nasty."

"is it possible to get out of that once you fall in?" you then asked.

"yeesh, try to get back up with a rope or a ladder and it'll just cave in on ya," chrome grimance.

senku stood back up. a crack, you heard from under his foot. you leaped over and push him away. you tried to land as delicately as possible, but the ground couldn't handle it. a hole formed immediately beneath you, making you fall straight into it. you reached your hand up to try and grab the edge out of reflex. another hand reached out for yours and took hold of it. it was senku's hand... although he is having a hard time pulling you up.

"no, senku! let go! it's going to cave in under you!" you were able to scream out. true to your words, the ground beneath senku did cave in. you both fall into the pit.

"senku! y/n!"

you pulled senku closer to your body, putting an arm under his neck and legs. you quickly moved your body upright and looked down. your feet hit the ground with a thud and you bent down into a squat so that you don't crush your legs. you let out a sigh of relief as you stood back up and gently placed senku down.

"are you okay?" you asked him while removing the stuff behind your back.

senku stares at you dumbfounded. "no, no, are you okay?"

you chuckle. "i'm fine, senku. i continued the momentum, or whatever you call what i just did to prevent shattering my legs," you tell him reassuringly.

"go sit down while i try to think our way out," he says as he walks over to the wall in front of you. you did what he said and sat down, your eyes never leaving him as you didn't want to miss it in case it happens. senku sometimes lets out these cute noises whenever he thinks or tries something out. to your pleasure, he's making the noises! (a/n: bro he's so cute in this scene) you let out a giggle after he slides back down from trying to climb out.

senku turns to you with a raised brow. "what're you giggling about?"

"it's just... you're adorable," you bluntly answer him.

he blinks, then slightly smirks from the familiarity. "how long has it been since you've last called me that?"

"it's been a while that's what," you say with a smile. just then a stream of water flowed down into the cave. you and senku looked up to see chrome peering down, holding a glass bottle.

"chrome, what are you doing?" you ask with furrowed brows.

"if i keep pouring in water from the pond that's nearby, you might be able to swim back out," he explained.

that caught you off guard. you turned to senku and asked, "will that work?"

he starts cackling and from that alone, you already got your answer. "hang on, that's not bad," he says, then raised a finger in front of his face. you perked up, smiling with glee as you listened to senku's calculations tangent. you love it whenever he says his calculations out loud, and he does it with his pointer finger raised in front of him as well! it's adorable... and insanely attractive.

senku lowered his finger and lets out a laugh. he looked up at chrome and shouts out, "chrome, i'm going to tell you how to craft something. can you do it?"

"yeah, of course i can." chrome nods. "don't underestimate chrome the science user!"

after you tossed the bag with the big glass bottles, you waited patiently as you listened to senku instructing chrome on what to do. shortly after, pillars of water starts flowing down into the pit. "huh? how is the water going from low to high?" you and senku heard chrome ask out loud. you giggled as senku explained to chrome what a siphon is.

you looked to see the water slowly, but surely rising from the floor. your feet being already submerged into it. then your gaze went to senku, who's looking up. "are you sure you won't freeze before we could get up there?" you asked with a hand on your hip.

senku turned to you, still looking up. "i did the calculations. it should be fine before we get hypothermia," he says.

you rose a knowing brow. "that's for a normal person, senku, and you're not a normal person." by this time the water is already about half way at senku's body (you're taller than him so it's not really half way at your body yet).

senku stuck his pinky into his ear, shrugging. "it'll be fine," he says.

it was not fine.

the water's only at half way of the pit, but senku's already shaking and chattering from the cold. you slowly floated your way to senku and wrapped your hands around him. this shocked senku, jolting a bit from the sudden touch. "what are you doing?" he managed to ask.

"here, the tits will keep you warm."

senku gapped at you. why are you so goddamn blunt? because of his shock, he missed the part where you gently placed his head on your chest and guided his arms to wrap around your back. "well, aren't you red?" you say with a teasing smirk which brought him back to reality.

"huh?" senku felt flustered and embarrassed. he tried to push himself away from you, but with his strength versus yours... yeah it didn't work. "stop that!" you scolded him. "be glad that it isn't magma who's cuddling with you right now."

senku grimaced at the thought. "don't even mention that!" he exclaimed, looking up at you, making you chuckle. in the midst of your chuckle, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer to his body.

"well aren't you bold?"

he looked away, avoiding eye contact and letting his head rest on your chest. "i am doing this for the sake of getting warmth so that we both don't die of hypothermia," he says.

you rolled your eyes. "oh please, just admit you're liking this much more than you thought you did," you teased him.

his ears tipped red as he stayed silent.

you watched senku and chrome fanboying at the treasure cove of rocks with a smirk. a chuckle left your mouth, but the mood quickly died down as you pressed your lips together. "are you guys done yet? the sun's going to set soon and we should go!"

"ohhh come on! just a little bit longer," chrome whined.

"yeah, after all, we found a mountain of treasure," senku added.

you hooked your hands on the back of the boys' shirt and lifted them up. "when i say let's go, let's go."

the three of you exited the cave and the sun's already setting. "hurry up," you say as you picked the bag senku's carrying and hugged it against your chest. senku looked at you with protest, but you merely rose a brow at him which caused him to back down.

"why are you suddenly in a hurry?" chrome asked, looking slightly confused.

"you'll see."

once the three of you drew closer to the village, you dropped the bag in front of you took and out your makeshift blindfold. "senku dear~ could you wear this for me real quick?" you asked as he turned around.

he rose a questioning brow at you. "and for what y/n?" he asked. but you ignored his question and covered senku's eyes. you picked him up and threw him over your shoulder like a sack. "y/n? y/n?!" you picked up the bag up from the floor and happily jogged back your way to the village while humming.

chrome blinked then ran after the two of you. "what are you doing, y/n?!"

senku now stood in a room, blindfolded and hands tied. he knows that that's your hand on the back of his neck which means you're standing directly behind him.

"hey, senku-chan~ welcome home," gen says in front of senku, but he doesn't know that.

"huh? what's going on?" senku asks with an unwavering tone.

"hah!" kohaku triumphantly laughs. "don't bother trying to call for help, senku. we're all working with gen," she announced.

senku chuckles. "so you bastards finally figured out the hack, huh?" he says. "all you need to do is hand science and my head over to tsukasa, and the village is safe. it's perfectly logical." you could feel him trembling with nervousness. "...leave y/n out of this," he muttered to which only you heard.

gen lets out a short snort. "well, i have no idea what you're talking about, but..." he gave you a nod. you untied his hands and slowly took off his blindfolds.

senku stared in front of him, eyes swirling with nostalgia. you stared at him with a fond smile. it's been a while since you've seen him that emotional. he stepped towards the telescope and peered into it. he took a step back in awe. "an astronomy telescope... or rather, an observatory..." his voice gotten softer by the end. you blinked, trying to get rid of the tears that threatened to fall.

kaseki lets out an excited laugh. "january forth; rock day!" he exclaimed.

kohaku stepped up with a wide smile. "y/n told us it's your birthday today, senku!" she said.

"we all got you a birthday gift!" suika happily announced. senku walked closer to the window to see mostly everyone from the village standing outside.

"y/n told us everything we needed in order to make the telescope, and the whole village worked hard to make the observatory. you're going to have to fine-tune it yourself, senku-chan," gen explained.

ginro approached senku with a smug look. "are senku~ are you moved for the first time in forever? you can cry, you know. you don't need to hold it in," he teased.

"you're so low, ginro," kinro commented.

senku turned to the group with a smirk. "good job, everyone! this is extremely practical. we can use it as our own watchtower against tsukasa," he mentions with a wide cheeky smile.

"y-yeah, that's true," kohaku replies, not sure what to make of his reaction.

"your feedback's as rational as ever," gen comments.

"a guy doesn't bother mentioning his own birthday, and yet..." senku glanced at you. you gave him a smirk and a smug wave. a chuckle escapes his mouth.

"actually, i found out on my own even before y/n said anything," gen corrected to which senku immediately understood and the two conversed on how gen found out.

a while later, it's only you and senku left in the observatory. "did you really think i'd let them hand over your head to tsukasa?" you rhetorically asked. "and also, i can't believe that's the first thing you thought of. do you not have faith in them? you healed their priestess."

senku didn't reply as he stayed silent, looking up at the stars. you sighed as you walked over and hugged him from behind. "are you mad at me for giving away your birthday?" you softly asked. "well, i wasn't planning on giving it away, but gen approached me for a birthday gift idea and... this happened."

"i'm not mad at you, y/n." he rolled his eyes. "it's just..."

your hold on him tightened. "it's fine. i know. you don't have to say anything," you tell him.

senku turned around and wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. you felt yourself warm up a bit and held him closer. "so i am right." senku lifted his head up to look at you with confusion. "that you're liking this much more than you thought you did," you explained with a smug smirk.

he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact as he stayed silent and his ears tipped red.

masterlist a/n: this turned out way better than i thought it would.

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druh19 · 2 months

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icons de personagens intp pq fiquei com inveja da aninha !

Vamos deixar todos os bbs do Chaos felizes 🤏✨

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groundzerosgirlfriend · 1 month

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A/n: Just binge watched all three seasons of Dr. Stone and Senku and Tsukasa can do whatever they want to me! Bark Bakrk woof Awooga!

Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: That revived you in this new stone world with the 'miracle fluid' after gathering a strong enough army, to ensure your safety at all times.

Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: That barely wants his right-hand man Hyoga to be around you unless it's absolutely necessary going out of way to forage, fish, and hunt with you.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That sits beside you for quality time as you sew and talk his ear off about everything that runs his mind and although he could spend his time elsewhere, where else would he want to be.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That is still as sweet as he was 3,700 years ago instead of carrying your books to school, he carries any prey you caught, any basket of mushrooms, and any firewood (He doesn't want his gorgeous girl working hard, what type of boyfriend would he be).

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That ignores all the other attractive women (much to the disappointment of Minami) in his empire throwing themselves at him much preferring to keep his sights set on you. His one and only.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Whose heart breaks as you finally see him firsthand destroy a statue of an older gentleman the crumbled rock around his feet and his gut twisting as your eyes prick the slightest tears.

Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: Who doesn't follow after you when your quick leave his vicinity not wanting to pressure you into talking to him, knowing how empathetic you are about a lot of things (It's one of the things he loves about you, but right now it's biting him in the ass).

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Whose heart beats harder than it ever has when comparing it to any of his grueling wrestling matches after a week of silence on your end you sit next to him at the campfire site just leaning your head on his shoulder.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who's about to apologize for slaughtering those statues in front of you and explain his reasoning behind his uncouth action is surprised when you tell him 'You don't mind.'

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who stays quiet with ears open as you express that although you don't like what he's doing, you condone killing innocent people statues or not, but you won't question it or force him to stop knowing it has to be for good reason.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who places his huge hands-on top of yours just giving a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement and thankfulness, because in this moment no words need to be said as the fire crackles in front of you two.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who is now happier than he thinks he's ever been having both you and his newly revived sister free from her dreaded comatose (with the help of Senku) at his side.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who smiles the slightest bit and chuckles softly as he watches from the sidelines you entertain and play with his younger sister grateful that the two of you get along so well and even wondering if one day you would want a family with him. A blend of both of your genes.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That sacrifices his life with a spear piercing through his lung at the river side when Hyoga attempts to attack you and Miria. The last thing he sees before he falls into the river is you and Senku reaching out for him in a desperate attempt to catch him.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: After his epic battle with Senku at his side he spends his last minutes alive breathing ragged and hoarse with you and the renowned scientist. His head in your lap and holding each other hands as he chuckles at Senku's attempt at small talk.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That whispers out a barely heard "I love you" but before you can even comprehend it and much less respond his eyes softly close, and his breathing comes to a permanent stop.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who unknowingly has you and his sister by his side the entire time he is in cold sleep. Barely leaving the makeshift refrigerator as you tell him stories and talk his ear off knowing that you won't get a response.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who when he's finally revived and healed from what were once permanent wounds hugs his teary-eyed little sister and looks around the cave space for you inconspicuously knowing you couldn't be far.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who finally spots you in the very back of the group your lip quivering as he cracks the softest of smiles and hold his arms open for you to rush into as you cry and snot all over his bare chest comforting you with the fact that he was alive and well now.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who even though was dead for months on end in that cold refrigerator somehow knew that you were by his side the entire time thanking you for never giving up on him.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who sits with you on the cave floor simply murmuring low sweet nothings in your ear as you cling onto him as if to make sure he's really alive and well, your head pressed against his chest to hear his heart beating once more.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who says "Let me say it properly this time, my dear. I love you."

Extra: Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who could most definitely manhandle you like a little ragdoll but refrains from it since you've never expressed interest in such rough treatment. But after he tosses you over his shoulder to carry you out the cave without asking in the heat of the moment and hears your delighted giggle, he'll be sure to bring that up with you.

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embrose · 1 year

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The frustration of wanting to write a multi-chapter Sengen fanfic but you don’t have enough brain cells to believably write two characters who are so intelligent so you gotta write fluffy established relationship one-shots that have minimal scientific jargon XD

#dr stone #dr. stone #asagiri gen #gen asagiri #ishigami senku #senku ishigami #sengen #dr stone fanfic #dr. stone fanfic #sengen fanfic #i'm a dumb #who doesn't know science #one of those artistic emotional types #i can write their personalities #and inner worlds #but not any intelligent convos

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fireflyhwufanficwriter · 11 months

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(New Dr. Stone fanfic chapter on AO3!) Chapter 28: Kohaku

FANFIC TITLE: No Stone Unturned (31,000+ words)

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FANFIC TITLE: No Stone Unturned (31,000+ words)

FANFIC SUMMARY: (Senku/Kohaku.) How did the scientist fall in love with the lioness? A friendship- and science-focused retelling of Dr. Stone from Senku’s perspective.

FANFIC LINK: (I’ll put the AO3 link in the notes/comments :D)

PERSONAL MESSAGE: Hello and happy reading, fellow Dr. Stone fans! ^_^

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EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 28:

“…As Senku and Chrome went off to do science things, Suika said she would get started on dinner, and Gen offered his help in fetching water.

Such an offer would have made Kohaku suspicious before – and actually, she was still slightly suspicious of him, but knowing more now about Gen's crafty, but inherently lazy, personality after spending so much time with him in the forest, she knew that Gen was aware that poisoning their food would also make life harder for himself.

Besides, he won't be stupid enough to start anything right after we recruited two trained warriors…

She paused.

Well, one trained warrior and Ginro.

With that settled, Kohaku turned to her new students.

"Senku's going to do something later," she told them, not going into detail into what that something was because she had no idea either…”

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TAGS: dr stone, ishigami senku, senku x kohaku, senhaku, kohaku, dr stone kohaku, kohasen, dr. stone, dr stone fanfic, dr. stone fanfic, dr. stone kohaku, drstonefanficnostoneunturned

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#dr stone #ishigami senku #senku x kohaku #senhaku #kohaku #dr stone kohaku #kohasen #dr. stone #dr stone fanfic #dr. stone fanfic #dr. stone kohaku #drstonefanficnostoneunturned

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sweetashori · 9 months

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Without Words Rating: T Pairing: Gen x Kohaku (KohaGen/GenHaku) AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47430661

An experiment in using the "little or no dialogue" sort of writing style, which I hadn't used much before. While this did take me a bit of time to write, I was ultimately in love with the final product.

#dr. stone #drstone #drstone fanfiction #drstone fanfic #dr. stone fanfiction #dr. stone fanfic #kohaku #kohaku dr stone #gen x kohaku #genkoha #kohagen

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randomgoosegame · 7 months

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His First

Request - Can you write an senku x fem reader where he has his first time with an older more experienced girl and he's all nervous and cute? (I saw you write smut 👀)

Disclaimers/Warnings - Smut, Tooth rotting fluff, Senku X Teijus sister, older reader (only like a year or two), Senkus first time, secret relationship

You wait on one of the benches outside of the school waiting for your younger brother Teiju. You yawn and slouch agenst the back of the bench tired from the long day starting start of another school year. You were a Junior while Teiju was just starting highschool.

A door opens to your left right when you were stretching. You turn and see your brother walking out the doors with his best friend Senku.

"Teiju lets go already your so slow." You humm and stood up brushing off your uniform.

"Hey Y/N!" Teiju said loudly bounding up to you like a puppy. Senku fallowing more slowly with his finger pressing on his ear.

"How was your first day?" You start shooing him in the direction of your car while he rambles on. Senku walked beside you and brushed your fingers with his while his head was turned away hiding a blush.

There has been a thing going on between you two for about a month and a half now. It started with harmless flirting and suggestive comments between the both of you, but you thought it would never go any further then that.

But then the flirting would leave you both flustered. Soon after started the small touches to Senku's arms or Senku's hand "accidently" brushes your ass.

One night last week you and Senku shared a heated moment when Teiju was out at the store getting what Senku called "brain food". You were straddling Senku's lap while you two were making out heavily.

The three of you reached your car and you unlocked the doors letting the two freshmen climb in the car. You put your seatbelt on and start the car and begin driving to your house.

Teiju talks the whole way there about some girl you forget the name of. You pull into the driveway and everyone climbs out and file into the house.

"Teiju im gonna go take a shower." You take your shoes off at the door and walk around the house picking some small stuff. "Mom said that there is some money on the counter so can you guys go get some snacks and some dinner from the store?"

"Ok Y/N." Teiju says and takes his and Senku's things upstarts presumably to his room. You waisted no time and pounced on Senku and pulled him into a kiss. He hums in surprise but kissed back instantly.

"God I missed you." Senku pulled away first and a string of saliva still connected you two for a moment. You roll your eyes and giggled running your hands up his chest and rest them on his shoulders.

"Its been 3 hours Senku. We litterly sat together at lunch" He just shrugs and pulled you closer by putting his hands on your hips. You kiss him and tangle your hands in his hair. You tug softly on the dule colored locks and he lets out a low moan.

Approaching steps could faintly be herd and you both pull away and gather yourselves just as Teiju came down the stairs. You ran your hand through your hair to shake it out before climbing up the stairs to the bathroom.

Senku watched as your ass bounced with each step and he briefly got a glimpse of your underwear. He blushed and tried to listen to what Teiju was saying.

"So sound good for dinner?" Teiju asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah sounds good." Senku said scratching the back of his neck. Teiju and Senku put their shoes back on and headed to the store and you got in the shower.

By the time the boys had come back you were out of the shower and dressed in shorts that were covered by the large t-shirt you wore. You were sitting at the kitchen island and doing some homework when they entered loudly through the doorway.

"Y/N! We got Ramen for dinner." Teiju bounced around the kitchen putting things away. Senku's trailed on your exposed thighs. His breath cought in his chest as he watched a water drop run down your hairline. It went along the curve of your cheek and neck then disappeared under your shirt. Senku gulped and put the bags he was carrying on the island beside you.

"Great what did you get for snacks?" You place your hands on the counter to hold yourself up trying to peak into the bags. The position pushes your breasts together and haves your shirt ride up exposing your midriff to Senku.

"Youll see later!" Teiju smacked your hand away and you scuff and smack his shoulder.

"Im the oldest so it doesn't matter what you say!" You look into the bags and inspect the goods.

"Senku picked out most of it." Teiju hummed finishing puting the groceries away. You hum and nod slowly, Teiju left the things for dinner out and the two boys left to go upstairs so you could make dinner.

After dinner was made and you all had ate, Teiju and Senku dragged you out of the kitchen to watch a movie with them. Teiju sat between you and Senku much to your dismay. At the end of the movie you headed off to bed claiming you were tired.

"Good night Y/N!" Teiju called out to you as he picked out another movie to watch.

"Dont stay up to late." You ruffled Teiju's hair. As you were walking past to go up the stairs you place a hand on Senku's shoulder and squeezed it softly. You discreetly kissed his cheek and ran upstairs to your room.

An hour later you were awakened by a soft knock on your door. You groan and kick off your blankets. You open the door to reveal Senku in some sweatpants and a t-shirt. You smile at him and open the door more letting him step into your room.

"Is Teiju asleep?" You ask closing the door behind him.

"Im 10 billion percent sure he's asleep." You laugh and climbed back in bed. You patted the space next to you and Senku smiled climbing in.

"Good." You hum. "So, what's up Senku?" You yawn and stretch. Senku watched your shirt ride up and he placed his hand on the exposed flesh.

"Mmm your so hot." Senku hummed and rubbed your skin with his hand.

"Oh really?" You giggled and threw your leg over his so you were straddling his waist. Senku nodded biting his lip and pushing your shirt up more so he had more access to the soft flesh across your stomach.

You slowly lean in and kissed Senku. Senku pulled you closer by your hips and you both deepened the kiss. Your tongue dives into his mouth and you both fight for dominance. Senku eventually gave up the fight and you giggled into the kiss.

Your hips accidently grind agents Senku's when you adjust your hips making you whimper. Senku groaned and pulled away from the kiss. Senku's face was bright red and he looked off to the side hiding his face from you.

"Did i do something wrong Senku?" You frown in worry. His eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly.

"No! I- i just uh erm." Senku's face turned impossibly brighter and he hid his head in his hands.

"Senku?" You pull his hands away. His eyes were closed tightly. You felt something poking your thigh and you look down seeing Senku's erection pressing through his sweatpants. You palmed him softly and he let out a low whine.

"You can tell me Senku." You humm in his ear and felt his body shiver under yours.

"Ive never- you know." He stutters embarrassed and slightly overwhelmed by your hand on his crotch.

"Oh Senku." You smile and shake your head a bit. "Do you wanna stop?"

"Oh god no." He moans and his hips buck up into your hand. You giggle and start trailing kisses along his chin and neck. His hands found their way down to your ass and he squeezed your cheeks in his hands. You moan and squeezed his cock a bit tighter.

"P-please." He whimpered in your ear. You hum and pulled away from his neck.

"Please what?" You bat your eyes at him.

"Please don't make me say it."

"If you don't say it then how am i supposed to know what you want Senku?" You giggled and tilted your head at him.

"D- mph Dont tease me please! I cant." He moaned and you felt him twitch and freeze under your hold.

"S-shit im sorry!" Senkus eyes widened as he apologized profusely. You cut him off by kissing him. You nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip effectively quieting him. You retract your hand from his now soft member and hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Its ok Senku, I dont mind." You reassure him and kiss him once again.

"A-are you sure?" He askes looking at your hand on his waistband.

"Yes Senku. Now, do you want to continue?" You asked sternly and looked into his eyes for any discomfort. He nodded his head but you shook yours.

"Use your words Senku." His eyes widend and he swallowed thickly. You watched as his adams apple bob.

"Y-yes please."

"Good boy." You praised and shimmy down his pants. His face flushed and he struggled to help you in his flustered state by taking his shirt off. Once he was free of his confinements you soaked in his naked form. Senku squirmed under your hungry stare and tugged on your shirt hem.

"What do you want this off?" You tease. Senku huffed and rolled his eyes but nodded. You giggled and pulled it off leaving you in your short shorts. Senku's eyes roamed your exposed chest.

He gulped and he went to reach for your brest but froze. You shook your head with a soft laugh and guided his hands to your fleshy mounds. Senku pulled and squeezed at your breasts with a fixation on your perky nipple.

You moan and roll your head back. Senku's dick springed back to life listening to you mewl and moan. He pinched your nipples and felt them harden under his touch. He leaned up and kissed you and kept rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.

You grind across Senku's member drawing a moan from the both of you. Senku's hands dropped to your hips and he pulled you across his crotch harder and watched you bodies clash. You moaned louder and braced yourself by putting your hands on his chest and pushed Senku back on the bed.

You straiten your body over Senku and you peal your shorts and panties down your legs. Senku watched them trail down and then get thrown across the room. Senku's hands moved to the inside of your thighs and he blushed looking at your vagina.

"Your so pretty Y/N." Senku moaned out and blushed hard. You smile and leaned down pressing a sweet kiss to his swollen lips. You grab a condom from your bedside drawer.

His eyes widened as he watched you tear the raper open with your teeth. Senku's lips parted and he watched you slid the condom on his length.

Senku moaned loudly when you started to sink down along his member. You whimper as you quickly bottomed him out in you. Senku's eyes were tightly closed trying not to cum just from being in you.

You smile at him and brush his hair away from his sweaty brow. He opens his eyes lazily and smiles sweetly up at you. You roll your hips and moan. Senku sucked in a sharp breath while his hands squeeze your thighs hard.

"Ooooh shiit." He sighed and dropped his head to the pillows behind him. You bit your lip watching his expressions and started to slowly raise your hips and drop them against Senkus. You gather up a slow and hard pace enjoying how Senku's brows frown together.

You pick up the speed and roll your hips sharply every time your pelvic bones meet. Senku moaned loudly and you had to put your hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Shhh dont wanna wake Teiju now do we?" You coo in Senku's ear. You nibbled on the shell of his ear then slowly trail your kisses down Senku's neck and chest.

"N-no." He squeaked a bit. Senku bucked up his hips and you moan softly speeding up your movements.

"Your doing so good Senku." You moan in his ear and dive down to kiss him. Senku dragged his tongue across your lip and you opened your mouth allowing him access into your wet cavern.

"I wont last Y/N!" Senku moaned into your mouth as a particular hard drop pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

"Cum for me Senku." You breath and push aside the dull ache in your legs to push yourself to bounce faster on his throbbing member.

Senku grunted loudly and came. His dick was twitching hard and you felt how he grew hotter in you. You moan as your release washed over you in a blanket. Senku whimpered as your walls closed tightly around him.

You collapsed on Senku's chest and try to catch your breath. Your sweaty bodies stuck together as you placed a soft kiss to his chest right were your head laid.

Senku lazily draped his arms across your back. Senku rubbed small circles on your spine. You humm and start to climb off him. Senku groaned softly as you pulled the condom off him and threw it in the trash.

You carefully clean Senku and yourself before climbing back into the bed next to the dule haired boy. Senku watched you as you slid your shirt back over your head.

"Are you ok Senku?" You hum handing him his clothes.

"Yeah, 10 billion percent perfect." He smiles at you and pulled on his boxers and sweatpants. You lay against the pillows and Senku crawls over to you. You smile at him and laugh as Senku buries his head in your chest. You run your fingers through his hair and listen to him breath. Senku soon fell asleep and you were quick to fallow.

#dr stone #senku x reader #senku smut #fanfic #alt universe #fluff and smut #smut #dr stone manga #dr stone anime #dr sone smut

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