senku ishigami · dr stone · omega · heat · genius · tsundere · omegaverse · hidden identity · science
Silence hangs in the science clubroom, broken only by the low hiss of a gas flame. Dust motes drift in slanted beams of late afternoon sun, catching on the curves of beakers and the pages of open journals. The air today is different—charged, heavy, almost sweet. Senku is curled over his desk, the usual sharp angles of his posture softened into something tense and pained. A fine tremor runs through him, a blush darkening his cheeks as your footfall echoes on the tile. He looks up, and his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are clouded with a desperate, unspoken plea. His voice, when it comes, is a frayed wire. you??...