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- What're you doing? - Asked (y/n), observing the green-ish haired male crush and crumble something that resembled coal in a big bucket.
- Crushing pechblenda, that way I can extract a few milligrams of polonium from the uranium in it. I need it to remove the static electricity in the machinery I'm building. I also... - (l/n) liked how easily Senku could start to describe his scientific tests, even if sometimes he might not understand everything. - and that's how I plan to make photoluminescent paint.
- Ok sorry, I think I've got kind of lost in that lot of information, but do you need help? - He just received a sweat dropped face from the Ishigami, that sighed in certain distress.
- No, I can do it by myself, but you can make me company I guess. - Answered the scientist, seeing that the blonde didn't have anything better to do.
- Ok. - (l/n) sat on the grass, his back being supported by a tree, as he watched Senku work.
He could never get tired of his serious and concentrated face when he was working, and that was something that never changed, even before they were turned into stones, thousands of years before. The Ishigami was always the type to work hours nonstop, sometimes forgetting he was human and need to eat or sleep.
- For how long exactly have you been doing this?
- Well, considering I had to mine the pechblenda for a few hours before starting to crush it... - He stopped smashing the stones for a few seconds, seeming to think. - I'm ten billion percent sure it has been seven hours.
- Seven hours?! - Getting up in a startle, (y/n) took the crushing thing he didn't know the name from the Ishigami's hands. - You're going home right now, and it's not debatable.
- But-
- No buts. - (y/n) was irreducible, taking one of Senku's hands on his, dragging him from the forest.
Senku tried to protest, but (y/n) was adamant, his hand only gripping the Ishigami's harder. After a few minutes, the green-ish-haired boy gave up, just following his boyfriend to their home.
They lived in a simple, but cozy house, that they built with their own hands, bit by bit. Making Senku enter the washroom, (y/n) told him to wash himself as he would prepare something for him to eat.
Hesitant, the boy did what he was told, as (l/n) went to the kitchen, starting to cut vegetables. Several minutes later he left the washroom, his hair dripping water drops, some slowly going down his pale skin as he walked to the kitchen silently, observing (y/n)'s concentrated face as he was almost finishing to cook.
- Stop watching me, Senku. - Asked (y/n), his cheeks slowly flushing with faint red from the constant attention on him.
- Fine. - The boy lifted his hands in a sign of rendition, even if the smirk on his face showed he thought that all too funny.
He then got out of the kitchen, leaving a smiling (y/n) behind, wondering how he got to date someone like the Ishigami. After some time, the dinner was ready, and as they ate, a few conversations were made, with (l/n) observing the brown-eyed male, his features, glinting eyes, unusual hair, pink lips. There was nothing he didn't love about Senku.
- You know, normal humans blink. - Senku commented, and just then (l/n) realized he was looking too much, getting back to his food, slightly embarrassed.
- Sorry about that. - He apologized, lowly.
After that, everything was silent, but not in a bad way. Sometimes they just liked to talk less, observe more, enjoy further the moment. No words were needed. When they were finished, (l/n) took off everything, proceeding to wash everything they used, just to go back to see a half-asleep Senku, his head resting on his folded arms in the table, his eyes fighting to keep open.
- Hey, why didn't you go to the bedroom? You're almost passing out of exhaustion. - (y/n) asked, his fingers slowly passing through the Ishigami's hair, feeling its softness, tempted to approach his face and take the male's specific smell.
- I wanted to... - Senku's voice was dragged as he lifted his upper part from the table, rubbing his eyes cutely to send off the sleepiness, but didn't seem to work, yawning right after starting to talk. - wait for you. - He finished.
The scientist seemed so innocent in his sleepy state, different from his usual personality, and (l/n) just felt the urge to pinch his cheeks. Sighing, he took the male's hand, making him grumbly get up.
- Let's go. - Was all he said, before lifting the Ishigami, carrying him bride style.
Senku was too tired to complain, resting his face on (y/n)'s shoulder, feeling his body relax against his partner's. Slowly caressing Senku's hips, (l/n) started to walk to their shared room, laying the boy on the bed before laying himself, feeling the Ishigami soon snuggle to him, their limbs getting entangled.
- (y/n). - Senku whispered, his eyes opened, face close to (l/n)'s. - Thank you for taking care of me.
The (h/c) haired boy knows that Senku is not one to show expressively his feelings, especially romantic ones, but every time he does, (y/n) knows it's true; he can see on his brown, smart eyes. And every time he says things like that, (l/n) feel his chest warm, a smile automatically claiming his lips.
"Thank you for taking care of me" was Senku's "I love you".
- It was my pleasure. - "I love you too".
Getting closer once again, they enjoyed each other's warmth, presence, and all. It just fit so well, it almost seemed perfect. Maybe it was.
