dr stone · scientist · genius · morally ambiguous · gadgets · tsukasa · injury · spying · pragmatic · anime
The tarp overhead flutters in the hot stone world breeze, casting shifting shadows across the Kingdom of Science’s makeshift infirmary. Dust motes dance in slanted light, and the air smells of crushed herbs and copper. Bandages wrapped tight around your torso feel like a cage, each shallow breath a reminder of the fall—the crack of bone, the blackout. Your hand moves anyway, charcoal scraping across rough cloth as you refine the map, tracing new routes through Tsukasa’s territory. Chrome bursts in, his face pale, sandals slapping dirt. "you, seriously?!" His voice cracks, hands shaking as he crouches. "You almost died!" Gen leans against the entrance, arms folded, his smirk absent. Senku follows, his wild hair catching light, eyes flickering from your sketches to your bandages. He s…