ENTROPY | SENKU ISHIGAMI

one.

| FOR SOMEONE WHO PUT EFFORT INTO EVERY THOUGHT, ZERO FORMED AS SOON AS HIS EYES CAST UPON YOUR PETRIFIED FATE. Senku's hand traced to his gadget belt and fiddled with the remaining concoction; it didn't matter if there was a better person to revive. Your sight alone proved there was no better option. As he undid the cork, he nervously realized there may not be enough, so he'd have to rely on your small stature making it enough. The nital aka miracle fluid fell victim to gravity and spread across your form, and a caustic smile appeared on his countenance as it made an audible reaction with the stone cracks. He wasn't sure if he should take a step back in preparation or a step forward in embrace, but then he recalled... he may have thought too little as there was a lack of clothing.

"Kohaku," he called, but the blondie had already thought ahead and with her lightning-speed hands, she practically zapped humble clothes onto the figure. Her "On it!" was pretty much heard after she had the task done.

Your consciousness was slow to materialize itself; your neural workings were working like electricity. The feeling of your face- now chest... upper limbs! And then your lower limbs, your entire body. You felt healthy and so aware. Your first vision of the new world was a familiar friend baring an unfamiliar expression on his face. "Senku?" you mumbled.

"Your first words are my name?" he smiled, clearly using that for his ego. "That green glow- you saved me," you quickly realized, greeting him with an embrace. "I mean I plan on saving everyone, so you exactly aren't special," he non-affectionately replied as he reciprocated your hug with pats on your back. You chuckled softly at the denying man. "Deez nuts this, deez nuts that, bro. Just admit you missed me," you smiled.

The two of you were cut off, and you noticed four people staring at the pair of you. A brunet boy was clearly geeking out, exclaiming, "I JUST WITNESSED ONE OF THE STONE PEOPLE COMING ALIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME!" An incredibly toned and well-built blonde woman was ogling you in amazement, whispering, "So this is what science can do." A little girl with a... melon... as a helmet shared a combination of those two reactions. And the final was...

"No way, is that Gen motherfucking Asagiri?" you said, holding back your laugh. The bi-colored hair man extravagantly moved his hands for a pose, "Ah, I see. You're a fan. Well, I-"

"I'll cut you off and spare you the embarrassment, kukuku. While she is the reason I know of you, it's not because she's a fan... it's because she used to make fun of you," Senku giddily proclaimed, clearly enjoying the sudden dismay that appeared on his acquaintance's face. "If it makes you feel any better, I think you're a better mentalist than magician," you said which still brought no comfort.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong. Green light. Petrification. Centuries- no, millennia's have passed. Descendants of astronauts remain as well other revived people like you and me. Stone world. Primitive. Possible war incoming as conflict will always prevail- humanity will never agree. And let me guess? You possibly brought back phones already," you cockily summed up without a second thought. Senku had a proud countenance, and Gen looked a little speechless. "It amazes me how much anime and books you've read; you've developed Sherlock syndrome. You're correct about everything except the phones. Those are incoming though," your friend confirmed.

"Wait, she was unconsciousness for so long; how does she know that?" Chrome yelped, looking at you as if you actually were a sorcerer. "I'm a history nerd. Timelines, world events, and making connections are kind of my thing," you shrugged, thankful for your odd obsessions with wars and how it affected media or flag designs and its impacts on a country's government.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're one of those people who know everything about the World Wars," Gen groaned, sensing what kind of person you are. You made a face and quickly riposted, "Girl, I'm one of those people who knows everything about everything."

"Senku, catch me up on what I couldn't know," you hummed, ridding yourself of the snark you just directed towards Gen. The man muttered to himself in annoyance, but the mentalist was impressed by your attitude and receptiveness nonetheless. "Well, this gorilla lady here is Kohaku. She's responsible for your clothing, blame her and the tools we have at hand, not me. The astonished oaf over there is Chrome, and he actually is an adamant and improving scientist. The little melon head is Suika; she's resourceful and our detective. Now... where do I begin..." he started walking off, and you realized he expected you to follow.

As the two of you strolled out of the lab, you watched the crowd of people among in the snow. They were enjoying... cotton candy? creating wires, forging glass, or fighting with spears. They started to take notice of you back, and you could hear the whispers, "Another stone person? How? I thought we were fighting for the miracle cave?" However, Senku was yapping on about 3700 years, counting, Taiju, crazy strong primate, Yuzuriha, guns, dying, coming back to life, meeting a gorilla, ramen, antibiotics, getting married, divorce, becoming chief, declaring war, and now making phones. "So you caught all that, right?" he suddenly said, putting his hands on his hips. "I'm sorry- dying? GETTING MARRIED? DIVORCE? Okay, nice to know I got war right but SERIOUSLY?" you exclaimed but then calmed yourself with an, "Of course, this is happening. You're friends with Senku! That's just the baggage he carries!"

An elderly person walked up to you two and without shame asked, "So what benefit will she provide?" Okay, gee. Did you look that scrawny? You obviously didn't have muscles like Tsukasa or Taiju, but for an old man to assume you've never visited a gym in your life. Senku laughed his iconic 'kukuku,' and he had to wipe the joyful tears from his eyes when he saw your dismal expression, one that could almost equal to a grim Kohaku's. "She'll provide plenty. Any average historian should at least be good at reading a battlefield, and y/n's, thankfully, above average," Senku said, and you knew that you would have to hold onto that once in a lifetime compliment.

"This is Kaseki. He's the craftsman around here and a damn talented one at that," the genius hummed, urging you to shake the elder's hand. "I'm y/n. By the way, I work out," you said, immediately self-conscious. You would go crazy if people estimated your strength to be the same as Senku's. "I can tell," he happily exclaimed and continued, "You have a very firm grip!"

Thank God, you were redeemed.

Senku kept on walking much to your annoyance, yet you still diligently followed. "What do you even think of this?" he chuckled, looking back at you expectantly. You frowned. "Big dawg, seems One Piece is never going to finish. Was it ever real?" you replied in a joking tone.

"We'll bring it all back," he softly said in amusement. "Were you conscious at all?" he lowly spoke, to which you shook your head. "I didn't have enough resolve. I didn't have a cornerstone to keep on going like you or Taiju. I gave up," you admitted, slightly disappointed with yourself. His nonchalant attitude remained, yet he still reassuringly said, "You didn't share our same circumstances. It wouldn't have mattered anyways. Billions of other people did the same."

"But you didn't," you replied, unmoved by his words. You still weren't resilient enough apparently.

"y/n, it's like you said all those years ago. The universe will always lean to the negative, but that's the balance of it all. Life doesn't always work out like we want," he softly said, and you smiled at how the cracks of his cold exterior were so visible then. He still remembers even now.

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a/n: uhm, meow. this was super un-edited if you couldn't tell lmao. i usually like making my fanfics look aesthetic but ermmm i js want to concern myself with writing this time so excuse the bare minimum formatting.