Woven

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(Senku slowly becoming OOC in this ass story is funny, I was planning to make him super mean to the reader but then I remembered, if that was the situation then the reader would've committed long ago乁⁠༼⁠☯⁠‿⁠☯⁠✿⁠༽⁠ㄏ this one's really just a filler tbh)

It was a temporary feeling, the bubbling warmth of engulfing love. Yet Y/n was once again too naive, to lean closer to what once she lost and for years tried to earn and never got.

What was love? Something so profound, a contemporary so complex, an abstract painting with meanings that cannot be depicted. It sounds so loud and yet it was soothing to the ears.

Why was it so scary to give in to something so beautiful? Why was it so hard to trust a feeling?

Y/n couldn't cry, no need to cry for her tears have been shed for reasons bigger than a reconvene between families who have been separated by forces so dark too hard to beat.

How was she supposed to react to a hug? Oh Y/n. You poor thing. All messed up and mixed up, everything feels so foreign, the normal things, the generic feelings, everything.

Senku eyed the girl, the distant gaze she couldn't break. He squeezed her hand, catching her off the crazy thoughts running throughout the crevices of her brain.

A little bit of everything, slowly. Bring back the human in her, hiding inside the tough rib cages that covered her heart that tightly coiled around her inner self.

Where was she? What was she?

For all that she could know, her love would be harder to decipher than any love that existed. Senku was betting, he wanted to make a bet that she was sweeter in true form than the salt she provided now.

Senku was willing to take a risk. He was a scientist, risk brings exhilarating beats inside the heart, for fear was not his companion but he'll hold hands with it just for a while. And then yet, his mind comes to a halt. His thoughts run through a different path.

Please, just healing your inner child would suffice... I don't need you to lend your love...

One thing about love, when one accepts that they cannot receive, it gives a newer meaning to loving. Loving without being loved shows deeper feelings that dives deeper into more harder formulas one cannot ever solve. Like random errors in an experiment.

For what does one love? For whom? Why? How? So many questions generate from one emotion sometimes so simple but then it turns into a void of inexplicable gambles.

Oh love. Doesn't it drive one crazy enough to do such sappy things one won't usually do?

Senku could flap his wings, do a backflip with a twist just like how male birds court their maidens. He'd do anything to become hers, but now nothing matters more than her healing. It was surreal, for he was never one to show, just act. Most of the time, he'd lie and say it was for his benefit but somehow to her. He was all act, show and even tell.

He was her knight, but not with armor, but a very bright mind.

Y/n turned her gaze to the man she still couldn't tell how she felt for. She was crushing like a kid, she knew that now, but she imagined love was much farther than that. Was it? Was love not just a name for a variety of different types of connections? She'll never know.

Maybe love was a name for the many different colonies of paths a love can turn into. Childish, mature, toxic, unbelievable, sweet, sexual, etc. It was hard. But now, she was able to glimpse a little about how she felt. She has figured something before, but now it was something else she was glancing into.

Not deep enough to find how she'd definitely die for this man. But enough to know that he mattered in a different way than any other.

"This is exhilarating" he chuckled. Y/n grew confused, and so were the other two. When they let go, they all turned to the man far from their blood in confusion and curiosity.