It Took 3000 Years But We Found Each Other (Senku x Reader)

1. Awakening

What you first heard was a cracking noise, that reverberated through your body, through your bones and soul.

You felt as if you were waking up from a dream as you slowly open your eyes. Everything was blurry at first, splashes of green and blue blurring together. As your eyes started to focus on the details, your mind began to work, as if it had been a long time since the last time you had used it.

Your body was stiff, and you look down, your eyes widening as you see parts of stone glued to your body. In a flash, a green beam appears on your mind and you remember everything that had happened. Everyone petrifying, everyone turning to stone.

You move your legs, taking a few steps as bits of stone and grass entangled on your limbs come off. You look around, the blur turning into trees and rocks and Nature. You feel the soft wind on your skin, a familiar touch in an unfamiliar environment.

I was in school when I was petrified... And I don't think I was moved... So... Your heart stops for a moment, the realization hitting you hard, so sudden and overwhelming you found trouble breathing.

This... This is... was my school. But now... You look around again, hopelessness taking care of you as you realize another truth.

You had been asleep for a long, long time.

*

You were naked, that was a fact.

You tried you best to make do with some leaves and vines, but it did little to conceal your body. But it wasn't as if anyone was around.

*

You wondered why you had awoken when so many were still petrified. You were walking around, not knowing what to do, looking at the statues of people frozen in mid-movement, while they had been living their lives.

You didn't pity them. In fact, you envied them.

After two days, you were hungry as hell, thirsty, and tired. You were dirty, your feet ached and were red and with blisters, and you had no prospects of finding a house with everything you wanted, like electricity and running water.

You, of course, didn't know a thing about survival.

You had been a normal high schooler, with a life as easy as one student can get. All you knew how to do was to write and sing and ice skate, since you had learned the sport.

But that was completely useless for survival.

You had no idea on how to find drinkable water, of which berries to eat, of how to make a fire (though you tried). You felt lucky you hadn't encountered any dangerous animal, though sometimes, during a dark hour, you wished you would so one so you would put you out of your misery.

So now you were just wandering, not sure where you were headed, not sure of you were looking for. There was no sign of other humans being alive, of civilization. You were all alone.

You scream and cry and tug at your hair, wanting to rip it off. You run ahead, not caring for the pitiful figure you were making. No one was watching, after all. You were all alone.

You trip over a rock, your arms shooting up in front of you in quick reflexes to soften the fall. You feel your palm scratching the hard ground, pain all over them. You cry again as you look at your bloodied hands and knees.

You get up slowly, rage and sadness complementing one another inside you.

You were going to die, you knew it. You were not capable of surviving on your own.

As you start to walk again, just to do something, you look to see the trees and the Nature that had flourished in the absence of humans. It was magnificent, a sanctuary of diversity and the pureness of the untainted Nature.

You were, at least, glad for it.

But it was little comfort upon certain death.

*

You had walked for about one more day, your body becoming heavy, a burden. How you envied the birds, who so easily soared through the sky with their wings.

You were so, so tired. No hope, no chance to find anyone. It was cruel, to be revived only to die days later. You would have laughed, if you had any strength left.

You feel your forces leaving your body, exhaustion kicking in.

Your legs wobble, your vision blurry and you wonder, as you fall to the ground, if you were hallucinating the smoke you were seeing on the horizon.

And then, in the few moments before your consciousness began to slip away, you hear voices and then shouts, and you couldn't help but think that your mind was truly cruel for playing a trick like this in your final moments.

Hi, dear dreamers! I hope you have enjoyed the first chapter :)