Main Character Syndrome (Senku x Reader) Dr. Stone

The notebook

The meeting about what will happen next was over and everyone has chosen to go to bed. Who knows what happened during that time, when Luna was with Senku. 

"Hello..." you said into the dark room. "(Y/n)?" a weak voice asked. "How is my favorite dead scientist?" you asked as you closed the door. Your eyes first had to get used to the darkness again, so you walked carefully to the bed (table) where Senku was laid. "What are you doing here?" he answered you with a question. "Visiting ...? This conversation is going nowhere. Can't I just come and do you a little company?" you crossed your arms over your chest. Sigh came from him. You loved it when he did it. It meant that in a moment he would change his mind and allow you to stay. "You should go to bed," he closed his eyes again. If he was healthy, you know exactly that he would run his hand through his hair at that sentence. "I know, but I don't want to sleep, especially, when I imagine you're not sleeping ..." in the dark you recognized the silhouette of a chair, which you then pulled next to Senku's bed. You rested your head on your hand, which you placed on the edge of the bed next to Senku's shoulder.

"I haven't seen you in a state like this in a long time. It's been awhile, haven't it?" you smiled, though he probably couldn't see it. "I'll have to thank Nyoko someday. I don't know if we would have such a relationship without her," you said thoughtfully. "Maybe. I never liked that girl. She talked to everyone and was noisy. It was like-" Senku began to cough. You immediately helped him sit, so he could cough up some blood. "I know. You've always said that about her. But she wasn't like that at first. She was just an introverted girl who would give anything for a good friendship," you smiled at the memory.

"You remember Nyoko ... Nice, but how did we met?" Senku asked monotonously, but there was a slight hint of irritation. "The notebook," you replied simply. "Huh?" Senku turned his head to your side. "You really don't know, do you? We knew each other as classmates before, but it was nothing big, we just managed to live next to each other in the classroom," you stopped for a moment to see if he wants to hear it. He had his concerned look and you knew, you can continue. "I was working on a new book that weekend..."