girl, could you do a touch starved senku oneshot? GN reader please
(Word Count: 736 // Spoilers: none)
The nights out here were colder than you remembered.
Not colder in temperatureβthough, granted, sleeping in an open-roofed hut was a far cry from central heatingβbut colder inΒ tone. Quiet in that eerie, ancient way. No distant hum of city lights, no soft rumble of traffic. Just crickets. And the occasional howl that soundedΒ way too close.
Still, none of that explained why Senku was pressed to your back like a goddamn second skin.
You blinked up at the thatched ceiling, eyes adjusting to the moonlight spilling in from above, your limbs still half-asleep. Senku was out cold behind you, chest rising in slow, steady rhythm, one arm draped heavy over your middle, the other wedged under your neck like a makeshift pillow. His long legs were tangled with yours in a mess of barely-washed sheets, and he smelled faintly of charcoal and mint leaves.
Not because you didnβtΒ wantΒ to. But because you were still trying to process what the hell this was.
When you were revived, the first thing you rememberedβafter the scream-inducing sensation of skin cracking back to lifeβwas Senkuβs face hovering above yours, tense butΒ relieved. Heβd cracked some stupid science joke, youβd flipped him off, and everything had felt strangely normal.
Because Senku, for all his scientific detachment and emotionally stunted habits pre-petrification, had not stoppedΒ touchingΒ you since.
A guiding hand at your lower back. A shoulder bump when no one else was watching. Fingers brushing yours when he passed tools or water. A low, murmured βYou good?β as his knuckles barely grazed your jaw to check your fever thatΒ didnβt exist. And nowβthis. Night after night of you waking up basically cocooned in the human version of a space heater with freakishly pointy hair.
You tilted your head slightly. His breath was warm against your neck. A little uneven now that you were shifting.
βSenku,β you whispered, just to see if he was awake.
No response. He only curled tighter.
His hand slid from your waist to your stomach, fingers splaying out like he was subconsciously making sure you were still there. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it.
You bit your lip and held still a little longer. Not out of awkwardness anymore, but out of⦠curiosity.
Because, yeah. Before the whole stone-world and de-petrification and war stuff, Senku wouldnβt have touched you with a ten-foot pole unless it involved CPR or slapping a lab coat on you. He wasnβt cold, not exactlyβbut his mind was always elsewhere. Always calculating. Intimacy wasnβt a formula he prioritized.
Now, he curled around you like the night would take you away.
Eventually, his voiceβlow and cracked with sleepβbroke the silence.
βYouβre overthinking again.β
You flinched. βYou'reΒ awake?β
βBarely,β he mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder. His nose was freezing. βBut I can feel your heartbeat trying to vibrate through the dirt floor. It's annoying.β
You were silent for a beat. βYouβre literally clinging to me.β
βBecause you were cold.β
βYouΒ couldβveΒ been.β
ββ¦You really think that holds up as logic?β
Senku gave a sleepy scoff, which somehow translated into a snortΒ andΒ a hum. βShut up. Let me have this.β
You blinked at the ceiling again, mouth twitching.
βSo whatβpost-petrification side effect is... extreme clinginess?β
βMaybe,β he muttered. βBrainβs the same. Bodyβs not. People change.β
You let out a breath, soft. βYou used to be so weird about touch.β
βYeah, well,β he said, barely audible now, his fingers twitching once against your stomach before relaxing, βyouβre here now.β
Because it wasnβt said dramatically. It wasnβt even said sweetly. It was justΒ true. And in that moment, it hit you: in this war-torn, half-dead, primitive second life, Senku had lost a lot. Most things, maybe. But you? You were one of the few things he got back.
And apparently, he wasnβt planning on letting you go again.
ββ¦Do you do this with everyone?β you teased lightly, trying to shake off the tight feeling in your chest.
βHell no,β he said without missing a beat.
And you felt his arm tighten around you againβlike an instinct. Like a reflex.
βJust you,β he added, softer this time. βDonβt make it weird.β
Too late, you thought, cheeks warming.
But you didnβt move. You didnβt want to.
Not when his touchβawkward, unconscious, needyβwas the warmest thing left in this world.
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