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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He always thought that eleven years of friendship was enough to get him to understand a tiny bit of you.
Senku never outwardly voiced it, but he never liked how he doesn't know much about you. He kept telling himself that you're a mental kid, you're obsessed with what you love doing, you're dedicated, you're easily persuaded by your mom to do many things, you're curious, you're actually kind to those who are willing to befriend you, you're scary, you're talented, skilled, content with what you have, never complaining about asking for more; you're everything.
All of those judgments that Senku made were all right. But it was missing something.
You're violent.
He doesn't blame himself for being wrong, after all it would be the first time he has witnessed you being so... brutal.
The word doesn't fit you—or at least, it doesn't fit the image of what Senku had as you.
Maybe he doesn't know you after all.
You look so different with blood all over you.
Like you had just changed so much that he could mistake it as murder.
What made you so violent? So bloodied? The magnet he tossed to you to make something wonderful was now coated in thick layers of blood, now used as a weapon.
Hopefully not as a murder weapon, just a weapon.
Hopefully? What's hopeful about this nasty sight? Without any context, it looks like his best friend had just assaulted a man out of nowhere.
Magma wasn't dead. But the magnet wasn't really forgiving to his head either. He might end up with a concussion.
You're also injured, Senku notes the way one of your arms was completely downed and heavily bruised, the trail of blood leaking from your nose that already stopped dripping by the time he had gotten to you.
You were being held by Kohaku and Kinrou, the girl keeping you up together so as to not fall to the ground while the boy held your arms away, forcing your movements to halt. Ginrou was trying to grab the magnet off of your grasps, but he was too afraid of the blood that was starting to taint his skin. You weren't letting go of it anytime soon, anticipating the possibility that Magma will rise back up again to attack you, or worse, Senku.
Despite the rigid bumps of the magnet dragging along to the surface of your hand, digging their spikes and imperfections enough to make your hand bleed, you didn't let go.
Suika was hiding behind Chrome, undoubtedly having her eyes closed at the chaos in front of her, telling herself that no one was gravely hurt; that no one died.
Chrome was no different, only this time he was eyeing the wincing figure of Magma that was trying to force himself to stand back up. It wasn't just his head injured, both of his knees as well, forcing him to drag his face through the dirt if he wanted to get away.
