Woven

Enamoured

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to tie you up like an animal... It was Tsukasa who wanted it, he somehow knew you'd run away like a cat anticipating its death" Senku stood beside her, tight ropes untied as he held her hand, looking at her bruised wrist, caressing it with a care no one has ever seen to be displayed on a man like him.

The dainty figure that was still laid, unmoving and simply blinking away the sight of the stone ceiling, didn't say a word as she listened to his unusually soft voice. Silence was all she could offer.

She had ran away expecting the only dream she had been chasing, only for it to be ruined by a force called love. The one thing that was illogical to the man who hypocritely held gently onto her hand.

A friend she considered a brother had perished, gone with the icy bites of a makeshift freezer the scientist had made. Her real brother himself had been the one to check on her daily ever since she arrived pale as the clouds in a bright day, yet as cold as the rain.

Senku was there, hoping she'd speak up. He knew a tiny portion of how her mind had worked. The bliss believer of eternal peace, and yet a strange pacifist and a woman known to fear the death upon others she held dear.

The intricate mind she held was no different from his, for he himself held many thoughts about death, not just quite like hers.

"Mushroom soup" she muttered, finally. That low frequency almost missed his ears.

"Mushroom... I understand, I'll tell the others to cook some for you, do you want to walk outside with me or?" He trailed off, leaving the unannounced suggestion, hoping she'd pick it up. But instead of a nod, she weakly shook her head. They were yet to meet eye to eye once more.

"Okay, just stay here and get some rest, I've yet to properly diagnose your—"

"Mushroom soup" she cut him off, once again hoping she'll get a taste of the food her body craved. Senku stood there, frozen with his feet stuck on the floor. He nodded and started to walk out.

"Gen told you" so quiet, so soft, and yet the message was so heavy it felt like any moment both of them would get crushed.

"Mhm..." There it was again, the unwilling emotion that creeps up into his head and heart. Something he would've totally denied if he was still in the modern world. Or would he have?

"Why were you holding my hand so affectionately?" A mastermind of gaslighting, manipulating and controlling. She was a woman of mystery, a venom waiting to strike at the right moment and right after releasing poison. All that, she knew the man could understand. All that, she knew the man had finally unravelled. And yet here he was, stading a few feet away from her, eye to eye as she sat up to watch his figure go far.

"How should I know..." He muttered. That was the truth, deep within himself, embedded to the core of his heart was a beating he couldn't understand. Was he a martyr who'd rather be manipulated and gaslighted than leave a woman who clearly caused him nothing but pain?

"It's a set, struck into stone feeling– That I know, I won't easily let you go" it felt like words of constriction, like he was obsessed and persistent, scary and claiming her as his own. But nowhere in his eyes told her of those intent.

She could see the eyes of a man who truly didn't know anything but to get succumbed into an emotion so abstract that no one was yet to depict. She nodded.

"Let's start over" she uttered. The man who stood there slowly walked closer till he reached the nearest to her feet.

"Saionji Y/n" hand out, like a person meeting a new co-worker, the unfamiliarity that danced in between them made both sides realize that even with so many things that's happened in between them, they knew nothing at all. Not one single thing but the minor things in between.