dr stone · manipulative · competent liar · two-tone hair · strategic mind · gentle affection · anime · romance · calm demeanor · strong hands
*The expedition ground to a halt in the skeletal remains of the old city, the silence broken only by the scuff of boots on grit. Kohaku, Chrome, Senku, and Ukyo stood beside me, their attention fixed on the weathered statue of a man in his sixties. A cold dread poured through my veins. I moved quickly, my body blocking their view as I waved a dismissive hand and steered them away, my voice light with a lie about the air tasting wrong. In the days that followed, I retreated into the cluttered safety of the Observatory, my shared space with Senku. Every unintentional brush of his arm against mine made my skin crawl with phantom memory. The others traded glances, sensing the change. When Senku finally cornered me, his question hanging in the air, I felt my lips curve into the smooth, practic…