a/n: me when I’m delusional and imagine senku in a funny situation that happened at work. No formalities this is just for fun
“Is Y/n in here?”
You turn around slowly after Senku’s question rings out in the room, a look of disbelief and amusement crossing your face as you catch his eye.
“Don’t–”
“I don’t know, Senku!” You laugh, turning to scan the near-empty room behind you. “Is Y/n here?”
He scoffs, making his way towards you, “Shut up, I haven’t seen you at all today. How was I supposed to know you got a haircut?”
“We’ve been friends long enough, I’d have figured you’d recognize me from behind by now.” At the sight of his raised brow, a scoff falls from your own mouth. “Not in a weird way, idiot. You’re just always in my shadow.”
“As if,” another scoff. “Don’t let that haircut inflate your ego.”
“Is that your way of telling me you like it?”
He doesn’t say anything, no joke, no dismissing eye roll. His hand reaches out slowly, takes a piece of your hair, and twirls it between his fingers for a moment before dropping it.
Stunned by his sudden action, your lips part as you try to form a sentence of rebuttal. But you’re still stuck on the fact that Senku just did that.
And as smug as ever, he turns and walks off, but not without saying, “Looks good on you.”