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After a few laborious hours of chemistry misery for you, and absolute fun for Senku, you collapsed back on his bed, roaring out an obnoxious groan. You relished in the plush fabric supporting your back as you stretched your arms above your head, eyes closed. Your joints popped pleasantly, allowing you to relax into his sheets. His scent surrounded you. It was the sweet aroma of apples, graphite and something adjacent to isopropyl. You suppressed the urge to snuggle into his pillow.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Senku said. “You actually got through half of the periodic table. You should be proud.”
Pride pressed against his chest in an intoxicating way whenever he saw your growth. He knew you hated chemistry but your knowledge was expanding. You had a D at the beginning of the year and now you have a B minus! If it wouldn’t go to your head, he’d compliment you more often on it.
“You always say that,” you said through a hollow laugh.
“You should be proud. Besides, you’re the one who chose chem. You could have just taken anatomy.”
True. You only took it to be with Senku. Still, you hated to give him the satisfaction. “Shut up,” you mumbled.
The two of you laughed. Senku focused on the melody that erupted from your throat. He could tell when you were putting it on versus a belly laugh. The depth of your giggles deepened when you were embarrassed, switching between pitches, as though you were nervous of him reading you further. Even if it was so easy. You curled up against his comforter, turning to face him with a relaxed smile playing at your lips. Joy surged through his body and mingled with the foreign emotion he had been fighting recently as he watched you tangle yourself in his sheets. You were still in his clothes from the soup fiasco, deciding that you’d use them as pajamas for the night. Watching you splay yourself out so comfortably in his belongings made his heart squeeze.
Senku hesitated to call it a crush but acknowledged it as a form of affection. He had people who were near and dear to him, like Yuzuriha and Taiju, but the way he felt for you was much more consuming. Time spent with you was exhilarating. His pulse would fluctuate between racing and quaintly calm at rapid intervals. It concerned him before he realized that his heartbeat would only spike when you did something objectively cute. Your laughter, your clumsiness, and your smile. It all made him excitable, more so than usual.
“What’s on your mind?” you said.
Senku hadn’t realized he was in silence. “Nothing important,” he said. “You want a snack?”
You happily agreed and Senku hopped out to the kitchen to grab the both of you something from the pantry. When he returned, the two of you carried another meaningless conversation that manifested from thin air. He caught himself following along the lines of your profile and figure as you spoke. Your voice soothed him as the two of you slowly transitioned to bed. He tugged out the pull out and set a few blankets over it along with a pillow. Your voice slowed as the night continued in ticks. Your eyes lowered then would spring up to keep eye contact.
“I think I’m gonna knock out,” you said through a mellow yawn. “Goodnight Senku.”
“Night,” he said.
You shuffled for a bit. Senku listened to your rustling as you snuggled into the thin mattress beside him. He held his gaze on the ceiling. His ears strained for your soft breaths as they quelled bit by bit while you succumbed to your slumber. He counted the seconds that ticked by as you slept, making a rough estimate of when you would fall into REM sleep so he could turn and watch you.
You looked so peaceful, cuddled up on the tiny mattress, facing his bed. Eyes closed, jaw slackened, curled up in a fuzzy blanket. Your hair gracefully draped over your face. Random strands danced delicately from the gusts your soft breaths created. Senku reached for you with a steady hand, stopping short, just before brushing against your skin. The tender action surprised him. He moved his fingers to brush your hair behind your ear. You didn’t stir, still sleeping quaintly. His heart began to quicken as his mind raced, eager to run a test on you.
He slumped over the edge of his bed, hovering over you. He lifted his hand from your ear and traced over your cheek. He shook as he came closer to your lips. You spoke, smiled, frowned, and blew kisses to stuffed or real animals with them. Now they were slackened under the spell of sleep. Senku lightly pressed his fingertips into the plush flesh, admiring the texture. A shiver crawled over his back like an electric current flowing through a wire. His eyes drooped as his mind began to crawl with images that centered around your lips. He traced their shape softly before taking his hand back and settling onto his bed again.
His mind slipped from conscious to unconscious in a matter of blinks, falling into a deep abyss of thoughts that swarmed around you. You were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep. He formed you in his mind’s eye, recalling every last detail of your nakedness. You covered yourself under his gaze, even in the deep avenues of his imagination. Senku reached for your elbows and tugged, wanting you to release your breasts to him. You whimpered, deep in your throat. You were embarrassed.
Just let me see, Senku said gently. I’m your doctor, remember?
Your eyes set on his, willing to trust in him. You let go of your breasts, allowing him to inspect you fully. His eyes followed your body’s curves, adoring every detail that decorated your supple body. Your breasts perked under his gaze. His eager hands slid from your shoulders to your neck. Two fingers found your pulse while the other hand wound into your hair. Your heartbeat was quick and continued to speed as he brought you both closer.
Please, you said hoarsely.
Senku grinned. You were bare and begging for his attention. The feeling of being wanted was not a foreign subject, but this was carnal. Nature held many facets to life, many of which he was overtly curious of, but this avenue was completely new. However, the unknown always excited him. He pushed you down, hovering over you on his hands and knees in the endless void of his mind. You shamelessly spread your legs under him, eyes clouded with lust.
Please.
The heat from your body was suffocating. He laid his palm over your cheek and trailed along your skin. You tried to keep your breath steady as he wandered over you, but nothing would calm your heart. Senku wouldn’t allow it. His hands splayed against your stomach while he admired your sensitivity to his touch. He traced your nipples, seizing one between his pointer and thumb and wrapping his other hand around your neck. He squeezed gently to feel your heart rate. It picked up at the sudden pressure against your windpipe.
A sudden thought broke through his mind, giving you enough time to collect enough sense to speak as he paused his meandering caresses. You asked him to continue with a pleading look, doe eyes yearning for him.
I’m not stronger than you, Senku said. Why are you acting so pliant?
I want to give you everything, you said. This is my trust in you. I want to be helpless for you.
A deep part of him knew this was not real. You were not under him, squirming in heat, begging for attention. But the idea of this being a fantasy wasn’t enough for him to snap out of it. In fact, it excited him. This became his playground. He felt safe to indulge in this odd feeling that birthed so many fictional storylines that brought you to him. The raw strength and power you held was succumbed by him alone. You chose to lay there, curious to see where he would take you if you let him lead. Yes, this was something he was more than willing to explore in the comfort and privacy of his mind.
He dipped down to your sex, running his fingers along your body all the way down. You jolted as he massaged your flesh, mentally measuring you. Your sex was heated due to slight stimulation. A thin gloss of arousal decorated your sex. It was swollen, begging for attention. His attention. The fanciful ideas that adolescents had of sex became less clouded as he laid between your legs, affectionately raking his eyes over your flower. He spread the lips of your labia to inspect you further.
Ah! No!
Your negative insistence pressed a gas pedal in his chest, forcing his heart to speed. An evil grin stretched over his cheeks as he separated your words from the wonton tone in your voice. They split further as he pressed his thumbs closer to your clit eliciting a sweet cry of relief from your throat. Senku raised his eyes up to you.
Your face was the clearest thing in his mind’s eye. He drank in the familiar red pout that adorned your cheeks with a sense of comfort. Your peeked nipples and glistening sex were designed out of his own approximations from his basic knowledge of the human body. It made him hungry to hold an accurate picture of your body in his head. Your face would surely hold that expression of embarrassment and eagerness. You liked his attention. You liked when he would tease you verbally. Why should that change if he were to tease you sexually? You whined at him.
No? Senku said, mocking your breathy tone. No means this.
He released his hold on you, allowing your cunt to relax from its open position. You whined louder.
Is that what you want?
His grin deepened as his ears lapped up your desperate mewls. You shook your head and bucked your hips towards him. Mischief consumed him as he began to play with you. He pressed your hips firmly into the ground and blew over your cunt. Tears welled at the corners of your eyes.
Senku! Please, more!
The way his name left your throat was intoxicating. This reaction was quite desirable in this little experiment. He blinked innocently at you.
More what? This? He thumbed open your pussy abruptly, smearing your arousal over your clit. You moaned, back arching. A pleasing reaction.
Or this? He released your labium and squeezed the plump lips together, adding a delicious amount of pressure to your clit. You grunted, biting your lip. An overwhelming sense of possession washed over him as his carnal desires began to take over.
Maybe even this? Senku ran his tongue against his lips, leering at your pussy. He wanted to taste you. He wanted you to stay helpless under him. The thought of you squirming under a simple flick of his tongue clouded his brain. He dipped his head close, ready to lay his tongue flat on your pulsing clit. Just before he connected, you took a hold of his hair and gave it a good tug.
Sensing a conflict in both his carnal desires and the emotion in his chest, he lifted his head up to you. You were flushed but something lurked in the depths of your eyes. A feeling that went unsaid. You raised a finger up to your lips, tapping them as you spoke. Here first, you said hazily.
It wasn’t a question. It was the first demand you had made in this little realm. Your voice was firm but warm, assuring. This command left him feeling naked in this space he thought he reigned over completely yet it wasn’t unwanted. His desire for this kind of intimacy made him equally compliant and rebellious. Senku crawled over you, hovering above your face, focusing on it. His nerves fired, shaking his joints as he brought his lips closer to yours. You held his cheeks, stroking your thumb over his skin tenderly. Your lips met. He held his gaze on you as you closed your eyes, melting into him. He sank into the softness of your lips, wrapping his arms around your figure.
***
“Is he up yet?”
You looked over your mug at Mr. Ishigami. The two of you sipped at coffee together in the kitchen, having idle chit-chat until his abrupt question regarding his son.
“He was out cold when I woke up,” you said. “I think he’s enjoying his dream though.”
“Why do you say that?” Mr. Ishigami spooned more sugar into his coffee.
“When I got up, he was grinning evilly on his side. Did you want to see?”
Curious, he followed you to Senku’s room. The two of you quietly drew closer to his slumbering son. Senku’s expression was wide and mischievous, as though he committed a crime that utterly no one had suspected. His eyes were shut loosely but his smile was tight. Whatever eagerness Senku had developed in his mind surely consumed him. Who knows what he was dreaming about.
“Maybe he discovered a new element in his dream,” you said.
You rushed back to the kitchen to sip your coffee while Mr. Ishigami hung back to gaze on his son one last time. Then he caught something that fell from Senku’s lips. It was your name. The girl he had invited to stay in his room, at the foot of his bed. You were plaguing his mind, even in rest. And you made him smile, an evil smile granted, but a smile still. Mr. Ishigami chuckled to himself and rejoined you.
He called after you, gaining your attention. “So have you thought about your future?”
“Who hasn’t?” you said. “I’ve got some of it figured out but I’m still not completely sure. Careers are weird to think about right now.”
“Have you ever thought of a more domestic lifestyle?”
“Like a stay-at-home-mom? I dunno. I thought about it but I’m not sure if I’d like it.”
“No,” Mr. Ishigami laughed. “I mean do you ever wonder about having a family of your own?”
“Oh, of course! Again, who hasn’t? But that’s mostly in my head. I’m nowhere close to planning anything like that out.”
“I think Senku’s warming up to that idea.”
“Really?” you said quickly.
“Just a bit I think.”
You bit your lip before swallowing another gulp, red splotching over your cheeks. Mr. Ishigami hoped for the best for you and Senku. He was sure you two would lead a happy life together.