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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Making wine was absolutely exhausting. No wonder Senku wanted to revive Taiju.
Ever since Senku found the bundle of ripe grapes in your basket, he had ordered you to go back and forth to take a lot. This leads to your basket sometimes being too heavy that you could barely make it back to camp before sundown.
After that comes the most aggravating part of it all—having to squash the tiny bits of grape into a slush. It sounds easy on paper, but Senku intended to have all the harvest be mashed into liquid.
Working with marbled shaped fruits is irritating, sometimes they would slip between your fingers and roll far, far away from your position, or maybe they would even squish some juice in your eyes and it would sting.
Sometimes you wished that you could just throw away your decency and just started trampling over the pot of berries. That would have been very efficient, though not as much as hygienic, so you don't do it in the end.
When every star you've known has appeared in the sky, you were left to lay your back on the ground and stared up in exhaustion. Your hands were growing numb, probably unable to crush another batch of fruits.
Being alone in the wilderness with Senku is more taxing than you would've expected.
You hear the young scientist cackle at your sudden collapse before approaching with a poorly built clay pot. "Tired already? I thought you would have lasted longer than a couple hours."
"I've been doing this for more than half a day, Senku."
"Right."
"Can we switch places? I think I'd do much better with pot making than wine."
"We could switch places," He implied in a tone that gets your hopes up. "But think about it effectively; if I take your place, I'd lessen the speed by ten billion percent."
"You just don't want to do it!"
"That's also a reason." Senku bluntly admits. "On a side note, you've already got a bunch of food for us to last about a few weeks. I wouldn't have to worry about you coming back whining just because you have to kill a rabbit again so we could survive."
Senku expected to hear your reasoning on why feeling such a way about a rabbit makes sense, but he doesn't. When he looked, you were busy stargazing.
But from his perspective, it felt as if you were just having an existential crisis.
"That's odd." You murmur. "The little bear isn't there."
It looked as if you were in mindless reveries. It wasn't long until Senku followed your eyes and saw the North Star. "Nothing odd about it."
"No, that constellation looks off." You point out that what Senku could only say was the tail of the constellation called Ursa Minor. "Polaris is supposed to be over there—" He thinks it's useless trying to literally point it out considering he won't be able to follow as much, but he lets you be. "I remember it being there because they call it a bear when it doesn't even look like one."
