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Gen X Senku Fluff

A/N- I finished my work in art class and have about 45 minutes of freetime. I don't feel like continuing my Gen and Senku picture right now, so I thought I'd write until the subsitute teacher tells me to put my phone away. Anyway, enjoy!

    

     Gen gripped onto his knees as he sat criss-crossed on the floor. He rocked his body a bit as he watched Senku work with a curious gaze. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet bitter taste left behind from the cola the other boy had made for him a while before.

     "Boo! This is boring!" Gen called out, leaning back against the wall. Senku payed little attention to Gen as he bent down to examine a bag piled with materials Gen didn't care enough to find out the name of.

     "I'm talking to you!" Gen yelled, picking up a rock from a pile of minerals and chucking at Senku with frustration. The little rock hit the boy in the shoulder, the inpact making him turn to shoot a glare at the other.

     "I know, I can hear your complaining! I'm just choosing to ignore it." He picked up the rock off the ground, rolling his shoulder to rid the pressured feeling of the rock's inpact.

     "That's very mean you know, choosing to ignore someone who is talking to you! I could be saying something truely important." Gen put a hand on his chest, giving Senku an offended look as he pouted. Senku only shook his head, puting a hand on his hip.

     "I don't think anything you say is important." Senku replied coldly, walking over and returning the rock to it's proper place. Gen gasped, intensifying his fake offended expression.

     "How dare you! I might just return to Tsukasa and just inform him of your little science sceme against him." A mischievious grin plastered across his face as he watched Senku's expression harden.

     "You wouldn't. You said you'd do what is most benificial to you, and right now, staying here is benefiting you the most, right?" Senku looked at Gen, scanning his face for any tell aways for the truth incase the short haired boy chose to lie.

     "You do have me there I suppose. But that doesn't mean I won't change my mind if you keep treating me like a garbage rat!" Senku turned back to what he was working on, choosing to ignore Gen once more.

     "Hey! Senku!" Senku didn't pay any attention to Gen as he continued working. This made the half dark colored haired boy huff and give up on attempting to talk to the other boy. Instead, he simply decided to watch him.

     The sun had began to set, casting a bright orange light into the small shelter. The gentle light envolped over Senku's skin carefully, curving over his plump cheeks. His crimson eyes gleamed as they flickered from side to side as he worked. His small red tongue slipped from his mouth and swiped over his delicately chapped lips, moistening them as he concentrated.

     Gen rested his elbow on his knee and leaned his cheek into the palm of his hand as he examined the boy in front of him. He watched as Senku brushed away the onion covered bangs from his eyes, getting dirt and grit on the whitish-green strands.

     'He really is beautiful...' Gen thought to himself. He could feel his cheeks begin to heat up in a pink blush as he focused harder on examining every bit of Senku's face. His silver eyes began to slip down Senku's body, admiring the other's sleek frame. He noticed how small and weak he looked compared to other guys hes seen. His arms were slim, and he was very thin. His hips and thighs were the only thing that seemed to carry any true mass, and even so, it wasn't nearly as thick as a girl's.

     'That's probably why he needs so much help with collecting things and taking care of heavy duty projects...' Gen parted his lips, releasing a quite sigh.