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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Senku was about to pass out in exhaustion.
It turns out that Byakuya had a lot of things he wanted to do right after the fireworks had stopped making noise in the midnight sky. Though it didn't take more than an hour for the man to get tired enough to sleep.
But he ushered you all to play some board games he had bought from the US, learning its mechanics took longer than the actual game itself that Byakuya and Senku got sick after a round.
You laugh at how it was one of the few things they have in common.
Go Fish was something the two enjoyed, but Byakuya stopped playing when Senku was winning a bit too much.
Playing charades was confusing, especially whenever it's Byakuya's turn. You and Senku weren't sure whether he's purposely confusing the two of you or if he's actually bad at it.
The last thing that you did before Byakuya went to sleep was a simple trivia quiz. Despite its simplicity, it was still chaotic. The two would argue on which one is correct, you were left to silently watch them bicker.
When the clock stopped at 1:04, Byakuya finally decided to retire for the night, leaving you and Senku in the living room.
It had been half an hour since the small party died down, you were seated on the couch, closely beside Senku. He was surprisingly kind enough to share the wooly blanket with you.
There was a random movie that was playing on the television, but Senku treats it as background noise while he listens to your voice.
You were telling him about your recent gymnastics lessons that your mom had signed you up for. He listens as you complain about your strict instructor and how competitive the environment was.
But you tell Senku about a friend you made there.
A nice girl who happens to be your senior, someone who was kind enough to help you with adjusting to the place. Even though she had the blankest expression there is, she was still nice. Senku somehow felt assured by that.
You didn't really find gymnastics exciting, the atmosphere simply felt too intense.
"My mom used to also do gymnastics." You recall the old pictures of your mother when she was your age, you wondered why it was hidden away.
"Sounds like your mom just wants you to follow her footsteps."
You laugh at Senku's words, because you know that your mother will absolutely lose her shit if she ever hears that phrase again.
Your mother was a confusing woman.
She had a bright future when she was young, athletic and smart; she was exposed to a lot of opportunities for her to freely grab.
But you recall her words when you asked her why she suddenly gave up on everything she was good at. Her reason was simple; your father.
You knew your mother didn't have a good relationship with her parents, they would always argue and your mother was left to sit amongst their cries and yells.
