Can I Send A Nsfw Headcanon I Have For Senku? My Apologies, I'm Not Sure If You're Comfortable With That

My eating disorder has been rearing its ugly head, so have this thing I wrote to distract myself from feeling sick while I put myself back together a little.

Note and Warning: This is solely my experience with something of this nature, Eating Disorders can show in all kinds of different ways

Xeno glances at his watch, a frown pressing into his face. It was rare that he was the one ready to eat first. Usually, it's you who comes and drags him away from his work for a meal. But today, something was off.

Actually, something has been off for a few days now.

Three meals a day had fallen to two, an almost absurd amount of time passing between your breakfast and dinner. He'd been a little concerned, but hadn't thought much else about it. You both were busy, it was expected that schedules would change.

But then weren't eating at all.

No breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, not even little snacks. All the food the two of you kept has been untouched by you for two days.

Now, Xeno was worried.

Were you ill? Had he missed something?

He pushes away from his workstation, scanning the room that was otherwise empty of people, wondering if maybe you were waiting for him and he just hadn't noticed you. But no, he was definitely alone.

The sun had fallen some time ago, leaving the colony to be lit by artificial light and the soft glow of the moon above.

He asks Luna and her two young devotees as he passes them if they'd seen you all day. Luna confirms that you'd been out and about as normal, commenting that you looked at bit rough, though in that same breath, she claims that you'd insisted you were fine.

He thanks them, and continues on, moving a little faster now.

He should have been more mindful, should have paid more attention. You were in bad enough shape that others had noticed, yet it had slipped right past him. What a fool he was to neglect you in this way.

He pushes his way into your shared living quarters, calling your name as he does.

"Welcome home!" You're absolutely beaming at him when he turns the corner to find you curled on the small makeshift sofa. You hop to your feet and meet him partway as he lurches to reach you.

"Are you alright?" He asks, taking your face in his hands, trying not to grimace at what he sees.

You did indeed look rough.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," You say, tone a little confused.

"Good," He says. "Are...you hungry?"

There's a pause, a flicker of something in your eyes.

"No, not really."

Surely, that was a lie. There was no way you'd eaten recently at all, not with how haggard you looked, or how your body was shaking.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asks.

You avert your eyes, gaze flitting around to look at everything else but him. Guilt presses into your face.

"I had some water earlier," You say.

"Water is not food, my love," He says. "When was the last time you had food?"

Another long pause. It makes his chest ache at how long it takes you to answer a question that should not be this hard.

"I dunno."

That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. The human body couldn't sustain itself without proper nutrition.

His mind starts racing, searching for numbers, reports, and facts that he could use to figure out what was happening to you.

The colony wasn't lacking on food. There were plenty of cows and corn and other things they'd been growing. If something had gone wrong in that department, he'd have known a long time ago.

So then, were you choosing not to eat? But why? Was it an image issue? A health problem you hadn't disclosed? A mental disorder? All of the above?

"Xee?"

If his calculations were correct, you likely hadn't eaten anything in at least a day, if not two. A full meal would cause you to be ill. So what was the best way to go about this?

"Xee!"

Something small, first. Finger foods. Something you could eat one or two of at a time.

"Xeno!"

He'd have to monitor you. Perhaps he should take the day tomorrow to help you reorient your body before you passed out and got hurt. The colony would survive without him for a short while. You were far more important.

"Xeno Wingfield!"

He snaps back into focus, zeroing in on you instantly. He could almost laugh at how you looked like the worried one.

"My love," He says. "I'm concerned about you."

"I'm alright, Xee, really."

How could you look so calm? How could you act like this was of no consequence? He couldn't understand it.

"How often do you starve yourself?" He asks. "How has it gone past my notice for so long?"

"I..." You hesitate, looking away from him. A large part of him wants to get angry, to demand your answer faster. But he couldn't do that to you, not when you were clearly already having a hard time.

His poor darling, he just wished you'd said something.

"I was getting better," You finally say.

"So this is some kind of relapse?" He asks.

"I guess? It's kind of hard to explain."

"Please try. The more I understand the better I can help you," He presses his lips to your forehead, hoping his small act of affection works as the encouragement he intended.

"It's started in high school. You remember what it was like back then. Everyone was mean and judgemental, and I didn't feel like I was enough. So I stopped eating, for a really long time. And no one helped me. My parents missed it, my siblings missed it, my friends missed it, I was totally on my own."

You sigh, rubbing your eyes, then continue.

"I was sick a lot because of it, and I think that's what finally shook me out of it a little bit. I was tired of being ill and exhausted and miserable all the time."

"Did you get treatment?" He asks, fearing he already knew the answer.

"Xee, come on, you met my parents before we were all petrified. What do you think?" You say it with a laugh, but neither of you really think it's funny.

He kisses you again, just under your eye. He didn't know what else to do, or what else to say. He just wanted you to know that you were cared for in this moment.

"Anyway," You say. "I eventually got things back in decent order, but I guess...I'm sliding back down the metaphorical hill."

"It's alright, my love. Slide as far as you need, I'm here to help you regain lost ground," He says, pressing a few more featherlight kisses to your face before pulling you close to hold you in his arms.

There are no tears as he holds you, no sniffles or weepy words. You seem so utterly numb to the situation, that he's certain this isn't the first time it's happened.

"Let's have dinner," He says. "And tomorrow, we'll spend the day together."

"I can't just have a whole meal, Xee. I'll get sick."

Ah. He was indeed right in thinking this wasn't your first rodeo with relapsing into your disorder.

"I know, my darling. I'll make you something small and easy to digest for tonight. We'll work together on returning you to eating full meals over the next couple of days," He says, already making mental checklists and plans for the future.

He'd have to get Stanley involved. He'd need his trusted friend to look after things while Xeno took the day off tomorrow. Stanley would also be the perfect person to have keep an eye on you, to make sure you were making progress. He'd tell Xeno the moment you needed aid.

There was a worry of embarassing you, though. So perhaps he'd bring up that possibility later. For now, you needed food, more water, and rest.

I was the one that requested the gen x historian reader, tysm for doing my request!! Loved it! How you have a great day/evening 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'm so glad!! I had fun writing it ♡

Something I think about a lot is how young the characters in My Hero Academia are. Like, it's easy to forget that the main cast is filled with teenagers and early 20-somethings. They're kids.

Anyway, I guess this is what I'm writing about for the next few days so uh. Yeah.

Can you make a fic of tsukasa and gn reader having their first time after restoring the world and I know I'm asking too much but you could also do some headcanons since they meet and how they starting to dating post and pre purificación.

Please<3

Fun fact: Tsukasa Relationship Headcanons was on my list to do soon, so I'm gonna use this chance to do it now :3

Relationship Headcanons: Tsukasa Shishio

SFW

You meet entirely by chance

You're at the hospital visiting a sick family member, and end up running into him in the hallway while he's going to see his sister

The two of you say polite hellos, and move on

Not expecting to see each other again

But you do

You meet in the lobby, the cafeteria, and again in the hall

Eventually, you jokingly ask if he's stalking you, which has him stunned and a bit flustered

Your relationship starts slow, little more than friendship and shoulders to lean on when things seem dark

He invites you to see him fight, and though you don't always go due to conflicting schedules

He always brightens up when he sees you in the crowd

You become an official couple on a random Tuesday after school

He just drops the question on you when the two of you meet in the park by the hospital, and you agree without a single second thought

He becomes rather protective of you, which gets worse post-petrification

Not a big talker, but is a big listener

Loves him some quality time

Not great with touch at first, but he warms up to it

Doesn't really get jealous easily, but does get annoyed if you tell him someone is getting too friendly

Struggles to decide whether he should wake you or not in the stone world

One one hand, he missed and needed you

But on the other, he's not sure you'd love him the way he was now

He finally decides his want of your presence is greater than his fear, and frees you from the stone

Follows you around like a lost puppy

Has to sleep either with or near you, otherwise he can't be at peace

You're the only one who isn't the littlest bit afraid of him

And honestly, he needs that right now

You're the first person who is introduced to his sister when she is revived as well

The two of you are fast friends, and you take excellent care of her

Which just makes him fall for you even more

NSFW

Your first time together is probably once the world is stabilized

The two of you are in your home, quiet and comfortable

He looks at you, takes your hand, and just asks if you want to try it together

You're the only one he's ever wanted, and he can't imagine having anyone else

It's slow and a little awkward, but you two get the hang of each other easily

But once he's had you once, he can't get enough of you

Will come up behind you, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders, hands roaming your body in places that make you shiver and moan

Likes having you on top of him

He's always the one overpowering others, so he loves it when you push him back and take the lead

Let his mind melt a little

Doesn't like to be rough with you, at least, not very often

Shower! Sex!

Can, has, and will join you in the shower and press you against the wall

Very gentlemanly about aftercare

You don't have to get up and do a thing, he's already getting towels and water and whatever else you need

Wants to just be close to you afterwards, so expect lots of skin to skin cuddling

Could live the rest of his life buried inside you and not have a single complaint.

sigh.. recently got into stanxeno x reader.. more so stanxeno x reader where it's like.. highschool sweethearts yadda yadda.. sobs.. ..can i have even just hcs i am this desperate . (also if i forget to unanon this pretend you dont see what account this is because im an rp blog)

(not me being lowkey jealous of you being an rp blog I haven't done something like that in so long-)

StanXeno x Reader as high school friends turned sweethearts is everything to me, I am more than happy to indulge you.

You end up standing up for Xeno in the beginning of your freshman year when he's being bullied by your friends

They all roll their eyes and turn their noses up and tell you that he's a loser who isn't worth your protection.

You've gone to the same school as him your whole life

You just never ran in the same circles, so you never got to really talk to him before

But even still, you argue that he's actually pretty cool, and didn't they know he was your friend too?

Yeah, you totally hang out all the time when you aren't with them

Oh, prove it? Um, well, uh-

"He builds rockets!" You shout it after a quick, panicked scan, where you see a NASA pin on his backpack.

"We-we were even planning on setting one off this weekend!" You add, face burning with mild embarrassment.

You just hoped you weren't making things worse.

A teacher ends up breaking everything up, and sending you all on your way

After rushing out an apology, you practically run from him.

Your friends refuse to let you sit with them at lunch, leaving you flailing for somewhere else to go that wasn't already full

That's when a hand grabs your elbow, startling you.

Stanley Snyder, objectively the most beautiful boy in your grade, is who stands there.

"Sit with us," He says, giving you a little tug.

You let him drag your bewildered form away from the table of scowling former friends, all the way to the other side of the lunchroom.

Xeno looks up from his lunch when Stanley drops his stuff onto the table and sits across from him.

You hesitantly join them, sitting to the right of Stanley, just off from being directly across from Xeno

When you ask why they invited you to sit with them, Xeno raises an eyebrow and says, in the most casual way possible,

"We're friends, aren't we?"

You flush, but you don't argue.

You had been the one to make that claim

And never once, in the days that follow, do you regret it

You do, in fact, set off a small rocket that weekend

You find out, about a year and a half later, that that had been the day Xeno fell in love with you.

Stanley's affection came soon after, since you started spending every day with the two of them

There is an intense Mario Kart battle between the two of them that you don't know about that decides who gets to kiss you first

(Xeno won, though Stanley insists he threw the match on purpose)

Hello! This is 🦐 annon here!

I have made this request before for another writer but I wanted to see different visions on this.

Imagine a witch reader that has a connection with nature and uses it to help the Kos while not caring about keeping her nature a secret. In the meanwhile, senku notices this but tries to get a logic explaining every time because for him there is no damn way witches existed all the time and no one really notices. So one day while Perseus is almost finished, reader asks to borrow the ship for just one night, and when Ryusui asks why, reader just says: "oh, I want to make a protection spell so your journey won't be hard in the sea!". Senku hears that and ALMOST says it's illogical, but this idea pop in his mind that he just waits until the night and follows reader to the ship, trying to figure out this magic witch thing. Just to get completely shocked when he saw the true nature of a witch in her action, the power that floats around reader while she cast the protection spell on the Perseus.

Don't know how to flow after that, it's up to you! Hope you have a great day!

Hello shrimp anon!

This fits so well with my horror/fantasy AU because magic would totally be more effective in the stone world

Old spirits and creatures from folklore he could accept. This was the stone world after all. Once humans were no longer an issue, anything that had been hiding from them was sure to start coming back around. 

But magic? That was harder to believe.

Physical beings could be studied. If they were intelligent, they could be interviewed. But magic was little more than a concept. Something that was just science mixing with superstition. There was no evidence that it was-or ever had been-real. But it made you happy to believe that you could do it, so he just let it go.

“Ryusui!” Senku’s head turns at the sound of your voice. It was getting late, everyone needed to get some sleep so that tomorrow could go smoother. He watches from where he was sitting a short distance away as you walk with a little extra pep in your step right up to the captain of the Perseus. 

He doesn’t hear what’s said between the two of you, but whatever it is has Ryusui’s eyebrows rising, one of his big, slow grins spreading over his face. 

“Of course!” Ryusui yells. “I want it!” You laugh, your head nodding in agreement. Then you turn, and walk off. 

“What was that all about?” Senku asks as he approaches the other man.

“They’re going to put a magical barrier on the ship!” Ryusui says. “I’m not totally sure I believe in all that, but when we’re on the open sea, we’re going to need all the help we can get. Am I wrong?” 

“No, you’re not wrong,” Senku says. It was just something you were doing to make yourself feel better about the long journey ahead, and nothing more. 

Wishing Ryusui a good night, Senku wanders the direction you’d gone off in. If you were going to mess around the ship in the middle of the night, you should at least have someone nearby in case something happened. Besides, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit curious. He’d never actually seen you cast your spells before, so he wondered just what went into something like this- whether it was real or not. 

He trails after you quietly, and you either don’t notice him or don’t care, as you never once look back or try to speak to him. Maybe you were mentally preparing yourself, reciting your spell in your head so you didn’t stumble over it. You could be making a list of things you had to do, or what you needed in order to accomplish whatever it was you were planning. 

He appreciated your meticulous nature. 

When you reach the Perseus, you sigh out a soft ‘okay!’ and start up the ramp, hands digging through the little bag you always kept on your hip for your ”spellwork”. He follows you up onto the deck, and finally speaks up.

“So, what’s the plan here?” He asks, watching you stoop down to draw something on the wood with a piece of chalk. 

“Protection spells are usually really easy for me, but this one has to be big, so I’ve gotta make sure I do it right,” You say, not fully answering his question.

“Anything I can do to help?” He may not be a believer, but you two were on the same team. He had no issue helping set up candles or tying herbs together for you. 

“Um,” You pause, standing back to your full height and putting your hands on your hips. “Actually, yes. Can you come hold something for me real fast?” 

“Sure, alright,” He says, following where you point him to. Once in position, you pull that something out of your bag. The one thing you don’t let anyone look at too closely. 

Your spellbook is heavier than he’d expected, and he nearly drops it when you dump it in his hands to hold for you while you open and flip through it quickly. It takes everything he has not to stare at the pages of formulas and try to work them out. 

Magic sure looked a lot like math in several places. But you turn the pages too quickly for him to gather much information. He makes a mental note to try to convince you to let him see it again another day. 

“Oh- this one!” You stop at a page within the first quarter of the book. Smoothing your hands over the page, your eyes dart across the stone age paper, muttering under your breath as you read your own scrawled notes. Once satisfied, you take the book from him, slapping it shut and shoving it back into your bag. 

So, it was more of a reference book than anything else. Interesting. 

“Okay, so,” You take a breath, stepping into the middle of your lines of chalk. “This should be super fast.” 

“Anything I need to do?” He asks. You shake your head. 

“You can just stand there and watch.” 

Fair enough, he supposed. Though, it wasn’t like anything was going to happ-

You close your eyes and inhale a long, slow breath. The air around the two of you changes, the breeze whipping around you and tugging at clothes and hair. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was enough to get his attention. 

His heart beats hard in his chest. Even though there were no bright flashing lights or words spoken, he could feel the shift in the world around him. The way the wind swirled around you, how the water calmed to near perfect stillness, and how the trees seemed to stretch their branches towards you, reaching for you as if to give you their power. 

When you exhale and open your eyes, he’s not even sure he’s looking at you anymore. Your gaze held something in it he’d never seen in another human being. Hell, even the spirits he’d been having to shoo away from everything for the past few years didn’t look like that. 

His mind races, trying to find a reason for everything. Maybe the weather was having a sudden turn, or maybe he was exhausted. Maybe he’s even inhaled something and is massively hallucinating. 

But something in him, something deep in his blood and under his bones, told him that it wasn’t that simple. That what he was looking at had no logical explanation. That magic had no logical explanation. 

He’s still reeling from the experience when you put a hand on his shoulder, startling him. 

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, worried. 

“What just…” He doesn’t know what to say, or what to do. A smile creeps onto your face, slow and knowing. You pat him on the shoulder before reaching to take one of his hands and start pulling him along with you back off the ship.

He looks back over his shoulder, eyes catching sight of the lines of chalk you’d just been standing in. He watches as they fade into little sparkles of dim light, each speck sinking into the Perseus and strengthening it. 

“We aren’t going to make sure it worked?” He finally manages to ask once his feet hit the dirt. 

“It worked,” You say with a soft hum. 

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

hihi, dying for some ukyo soft stuff so i wanna request something😭, like we cannonically know that ukyo, after lilian, knows how to sing very well so i was thinking about ukyo lullabying reader because she's feeling down like yk being in the stone world could be overwhelming for the people of the modern world, thank youu

I love Ukyo so much (If I totally butcher his character pls forgive me)

xfem!Reader

You shift from foot to foot anxiously, hovering in the doorway to the room just beyond the threshold. You know he knows you're there, but even still, Ukyo sits with his back to you, waiting for you to announce yourself. He always did that. He always gave you the chance to speak up first. 

“Hey…Ukyo?” You say softly. He turns in his seat, a warm smile already on his face. 

“Hi there,” He says. “Everything okay?” 

Your lips slide into a small pout as you creep slowly into the room. Surely with his sensitive ears, he’d heard you tossing and turning in your bed just a few doors down for the past two hours or so. 

“Yeah…and no,” You say with a sigh. He gestures for you to come closer, a hand reaching for you as you approach. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“I just…the ship is so quiet, even though there are so many people on board. I can’t sleep, and it’s driving me crazy,” You say, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“It’s loud to me,” He says, teasing you a little. 

“Everything is loud to you.”

“Not everything,” He says. “But if you want, I can try something to help.” 

You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. You’d be taking him away from his duty for however long it took to get you to sleep, which could get both of you a lecture from Senku or Ryusui. But also, you were desperate for some rest, even if it was just a little bit. 

“If…you don’t mind,” You say. 

He smiles at you again, just as warm as the first time, and lets you pull him to his feet and lead him hand-in-hand back to your sleeping quarters. Thankfully, you were one of the few with a room to yourself, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone giving you dirty looks for bringing your boyfriend back with you. 

He tells you to lay down and get comfortable, but doesn’t join you, as you'd expected. Instead, he sits on the edge of your little cot, and takes your hand in his once again. 

“Don’t judge me too much,” He says. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” 

“What are you even doing?” You ask, noting how his face turns a little pink in the dim lighting.

“Just trust me, okay?” He asks, clearing his throat a little. You give a hesitant nod, and squirm a little under the blanket to get more comfortable. Once you’re settled, he gives your hand a little squeeze, takes a breath, and opens his mouth.

Your face flushes at the realization of what he was doing. He was singing to you, soothing you with his voice. And what’s more, he was really good. 

As he softly sang to you, keeping his voice low so that only you could hear this talent of his, all you could think about was whether singing was something he’d wanted to do before he became a sonar operator. He seemed so at ease doing it, as if he’d sung like this so many times before it felt like breathing to him. 

You shift on the cot, turning onto your side and nuzzling into the pillow. You didn’t recognize the lullaby, but whatever it was appeared to be working a little bit. Though, whether it was the song or his presence that made you feel so at ease could be hotly debated. 

One song reaches its ending, and seeing you were still awake, Ukyo starts another one. This song was more familiar to you, but it felt so different coming from him. There was something in his voice, something in the way his eyes occasionally flit across your exhausted face, that made the moment feel perfectly intimate. This was just for you, and no one else. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but his voice follows you into your dreams.

Just a taste of something

Dabi x Reader MDNI

You catch him out of the corner of your eye barely a breath before his hand slides around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t threaten. He just holds it there, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb lightly while staring down at you.

He tilts his head to the side when you stare up at him, lips slightly agape. His hand is cooler than it had been before; you think he must have taken a cold shower to soothe his constant feverishness. He doesn’t look angry, not in any way that makes you worry about him causing harm. But he does look annoyed, perhaps at being ignored for too long, almost like a cat.

“End the call.” His voice is too low to be caught by the microphone, the tone of it sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You say immediately. 

“What? No, I’m not done-” The way Dabi’s eyes narrow tells you that he can hear your ex complaining from where he stands, still holding you by the neck. 

“I don’t care,” You pant, face burning red.

“Baby-” The hand around you twitches, fingers closing slightly to squeeze you ever so gently, fiery blue eyes narrowing even further. Dabi hadn’t liked hearing that word. 

You don’t say anything else, refusing to give any more attention to your ex when it was clearly aggravating the man in front of you. Instead, you just hang up and let your phone clatter to the floor, uncaring as to if the screen cracks. 

Dabi lets out a low hum, pleased, but doesn’t release you. He slides his hand up your throat to hold your jaw instead, tilting your head back slightly, humming again at how easily you let him handle you. 

“Boyfriend?” He asks, leaning down to ghost a kiss over your lips. 

“Ex,” Your panted correction earns a real kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. 

“Good. I don’t need the competition,” he murmurs.

You want to tell him that he has no competition; that your ex was your ex because he’d cheated and royally screwed any chance of recovering the relationship, but you’re not really sure Dabi cares. Not when he kisses you again, even harder this time, his hand falling from your jaw to join the other in grasping at your hips, pushing you backwards. You dare to reach for him, fingers finding purchase in the front of the borrowed t-shirt. You cling to him when the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch, almost falling onto it. 

He tugs at your shirt with a mumbled demand to take it off, hands groping at your chest the moment you’re exposed to him. You hadn’t considered having company when you’d foregone the bra this morning, but you were happy you had. His palms are rough, staples scraping across your much softer skin. His touch has you panting, knees parting so that he can slide himself between them, pulling you both impossibly closer to each other. It would occur to you later, that he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. Like you were his only lifeline, and he had no plans of letting go any time soon. 

At the moment, however, you’re easily distracted.

could we get uuuuuhhhhh....

Gen flirting with Tsukasa and Tsukasa keeps thinking hes just being nice? pretty please?

Tsukasa: more oblivious than Senku could ever hope to be

“You’re really strong, Tsukasa~” 

“Oh, thank you, Gen.”  

“I mean really. It’s obvious why so many people fall for you,” Gen says. “Even me~”

Tsukasa chuckles.

“You’re too kind.” 

The mentalist blinks, head tilting slightly. Tsukasa just looks back at him, totally unphased. 

Oh, you have got to be joking right now. No way Tsukasa was this clueless.

"I bet you could carry me around easily," Gen coos, hoping the physical contact helped to make his point more clear.

"That's very likely," Tsukasa says. "You don't seem like you'd weigh too much."

"Oh Tsukasa~ You certainly know how to flatter somebody~"

"I don't know about that. You're much better at flattery than I ever will be."

Gen's eyebrow twitches, his emotional mask slipping ever so slightly. He was starting to get annoyed now.

How, just how did Tsukasa not see what was happening here? Was he just not being direct enough?

Perhaps Tsukasa was just used to Gen's usually empty words. That was fine. Maybe he just needed to take a more physical approach. That might help get his intentions through to the warrior.

He steps forward, hand reaching to touch the front of Tsukasa's shirt.

"My, Tsukasa dear, this does look rather fetching on you," Gen says.

"Why thank you-"

"It must be made of boyfriend material," It was a risky move, but Gen went for it anyway.

But, much to his chagrin, Tsukasa's head tilts, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Actually, I believe miss Yuzuriha made it out of hemp cloth and a bit of leather."

"A-ah...I see...of course..." Gen drops his hand, failure making him feel more than a little embarrassed.

"Hey you two," Senku's voice cuts between them. "Quit just standing around. We're trying to get things done around here."

Gen takes this as his excuse to scurry away, already plotting new ways to try to get his crush's attention.

Tsukasa watches him go, a little confused.

"You're an idiot, by the way."

Tsukasa looks at Senku, who was staring at him with a blank expression.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Dude. Seriously? Even I'm not that blind."

"I don't follow."

"Gen just said your shirt was made out of boyfriend material. That's like, one of the oldest pickup lines there is," Senku sighs and shakes his head, wandering off back to the lab, and leaving Tsukasa to digest his words.

It takes a moment, perhaps longer than it should, but finally it hits him, and his face burns red.

Oh. Oh.

Torn between finishing this request and finishing my OC profiles

Quick, someone flip a coin for me and tell me where it lands