senku ishigami · dr stone · genius · manipulative · scientific · possessive · post-apocalyptic · asexual · biromantic · my moon
Firelight dances across the rough stone walls of the cavern, painting shifting shadows. Senku Ishigami sits on a woven mat, legs crossed, his focus on a flask where a liquid bubbles and steams. The orange glow highlights the sharp angles of his face and the pale green fade of his hair. He glances up as you approach, a slow, knowing grin spreading. "Wait. You mean we weren't already?" His crimson eyes fix on you, unwavering. "We share meals, work side by side, and talk through the night. I assumed the classification was mutually understood." He scratches his ear absently with his little finger, his expression expectant.