senku / reader
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If love took the form of a door, Senku would never leave. If love took the form of spring, you would be kissing dandelions into the breeze.
Maybe if you did it enough times, Senku would grow curious from watch...
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Vibrant confetti and glitters scattered on the wooden floor of the apartment.
The window showed a smokey night sky.
The clock says 2:57.
The date has been changed to January 1st, 2019.
The room was still kept warm, despite the pouring pieces of snow outside. You find yourself awake in an ungodly hour, but maybe the arrival of the new year was more than enough excuse for it.
You were seated on a wooden chair at the table. It wasn't your house, but it felt homely to you. A second home. Perhaps a better one.
A key chain was held in your hand, fondling around the metallic satellite charm that hung from the ring. Alongside was a similarly built charm of the planet Saturn.
The steel cold stars always clinked together with the others as you moved it, creating a rather endearing sound of the metal that reminds you of sparkly things twinkling alongside each other.
On your other hand was a glass of water, reminding why you had awoken at such a time in the early morning. Your throat was parched, you remember not having drank much prior to your sleep.
You weren't alone.
An all too familiar man stood on the corner of the kitchen, similarly holding a glass of cold water. He watches as you smile at the key chain a little too affectionately. Perhaps thinking of the boy who gave it to you.
The man didn't occupy the other seat around you, telling you that he doesn't intend on staying for a longer while. You confirm when he passes by you to set the glass on the sink.
"Say, can I ask you a favor?" He asked.
You nodded. You were the only one awake in the room, it wasn't confusing to tell that he was talking to you. But you guess that it wouldn't have mattered who it was.
As if he felt you nod your head, he looked over to the living room, spotting the boy asleep. "Promise me you'll be there for him."
It was an odd word; promise.
A lot of people find it easy to say, usually losing its true meaning in an ocean of falsehood and wasted anticipation. It was also easy to snap, never had a word felt so fragile or delicate to you. Even a single wrap of the pinky can birth the tiniest crack around it.
You follow his eyes that turned soft, to his son. Fast asleep on the couch with a blanket over his cold body and an empty spot beside him, the same spot where you had woken up from.
His hair was disheveled, more and more strands falling down to his face as he silently snored away. A rare sight it was for the passionately, crazed scientist to be so deep into slumber.
It was a bit funny—how a smart guy like him could confuse the term "sleep" with the word "nap", he always needed to be reminded of it.
Without waiting for your word, the older man makes his way back to his room. Either to go back to sleep or continue his work. If it were anyone, they'd find it unusual that he didn't await your response. That he didn't need to hear what you have to say.
It's because he thinks you have already answered. You already have way before he could ask.
So you make your way back to the resting genius, setting aside the key chain on the side table to avoid awakening him with the noise. You make your way back beside him, under a shared woolen blanket with your shoulders touching.
Immediately, he shuffles. He had always been a light sleeper so you intended to move as feathery as humanly possible to avoid interfering with his rest. This time he continues to sleep, only moving to shift his position to rest his head on your shoulder and his weight on you.
It was a lovesome gesture. You could almost melt to have witnessed it; Senku being vulnerable.
But you don't doubt that he'll probably defend his action as a way to preserve body heat during this cold weather. You slip a small chuckle at the thought of it.
When the thick blanket finally shielded both of you from the cold, only did you realize the mess splattered on the floor. Putting the confettis aside, it was the glitters that bothered you. It's going to be a pain to clean up.
But you can't help but love the way the glitters submit to the seeping light of the moon from the outside. It shimmered beautifully.
It looked like a mess. But it looked exactly like the way it was supposed to be. A splatter of reachable stars.
You'll have to help Senku clean up when the sun arrives.
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Words from the writer...
Welcome!! This author's note will be a bit long since I didn't want to make a separate chapter for it. I just want to thank you for giving your time to read this work of mine, and hopefully you will stick around to read what else I wrote for this story.
But let's start off with the needed warnings. This includes spoilers for the manga. If you do not want to be spoiled, I suggest clicking out till you've read it? Or if you already know and/or don't care, feel free to continue!
Without spoiling a lot, this will mainly include the following: • fluff / sfw themes • potentially bittersweet moments (slight angst) • spoilers (as stated before) • follows canon timeline but a few events will be changed • curse words? I doubt that's a big problem tho • writer's poor attempt at deep, poetic romance
I want to say updates will be once every week, but I can't keep my word. Really not a good idea to publish this before two research defenses but life's too short to have this rotting in my notes app.
