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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When the alcohol has been fully distilled, Senku didn't waste any time mixing different doses of it with the nitric acid.
Heavy snow was already falling by the time he was growing closer and closer to obtaining a precise formula for a revival fluid.
He can feel it, every time he watches the mixture drip onto the stone swallow, he can feel parts of it reacting with whatever mineral it was made out of.
But none ended up breaking out.
Senku was growing restless.
He watched in anticipation as the stone swallow remained still, the supposed revival fluid coating it; nothing had worked again.
His lips pressed against one another in failure, every time he felt like he's close, it led him to a path of another unclimbable brick wall. It makes him retrace his steps just to go back and repeat this trail of misstep.
In truth, Senku isn't the kind of person to show his troubles through physical means. He thinks it's quite useless displaying anger, the least it can do it blind your perspective on things.
He never saw his dad truly angry before, the most he saw was when Byakuya got irritated the time he kept losing to a bunch of games during new years eve. He didn't even see him get overly irate when he failed the astronaut selection exam, only a bit down—but that was it.
Senku doesn't feel like he should be angry when he never really saw anyone in his life display the kind of defeat he's feeling.
Senku doesn't get angry, he just gets a little bit frustrated.
He'll get over it.
He kept telling himself that.
But when the stone bird breaks into two on the floor, he starts to believe otherwise.
A wing separated from the body.
He really didn't mean to.
Maybe it was his lack of sleep, but he didn't mean to send the stone bird collapsing against the ground and breaking into two.
Senku could only feel relieved that it wasn't shattered into countless pieces. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
A bird without a wing can only go so far.
"Maybe it's time for a quick break?"
Senku eyes you, dragging his sight from the stone bird and up to the entrance where you stood with a bowl of what seemed like stew. It was perfectly hot to combat the cold climate.
The moment you enter, Senku could feel the warmth spreading throughout the small laboratory, more so in a literal sense.
He was about to urge you to leave it by the table, about to assure you that he'll eventually eat it. But the moment you saw the broken stone wing near your foot, Senku saw you with a familiar expression.
