The war ended long ago. Senku was now a world-renowned scientist, and Gen was a diplomat. One thing that most people don't know is that Senku and Gen are in a long-term relationship. And have been for many, many years. So you'd think this situation would have come up before, but alas, you'd be wrong.
One fateful night, Senku and Gen return home from long days at work. The both of them had many meetings and interviews to attend to. Senku dropped his bag on the floor and loosened his tie. Gen didn't even have the energy for that. He wearily flopped onto the bed and sighed.
"It's funny, really. In the 2000s, I never would've thought I would be such an important person. Being an actual diplomat is utal-bray work, believe it or not," Gen muttered as he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He sat up to look at Senku, who was changing clothes. "What's it like being a scientist? Especially a brilliant one such as you?~"
"Tiring," He replied flatly. "And because it's so tiring, I'd like to sleep. Now." He walked to the bed and sat down, giving Gen a quick peck on the cheek.
Gen huffed and flopped down on his respective side of the bed. "Aww. You're no fun~" He pouted.
It hadn't been laundry day in a while. Senku would usually wear a shirt to bed, but today, there were none to wear. After Gen changed out of his work clothes and laid down next to Senku, he couldn't help but stare at him. He loved everything about Senku. He'd made a point to memorise every millimetre of him. But as he was glazing his eyes over Senku's perfect form, he noticed something he's never seen before.
"Senku, dear?" He asked in a tone that would seem normal to everyone but Senku's ears. Senku immediately felt he was in trouble. His eyes shot open and he sat up straight.
"Yes..?" He asked nervously. He looked at Gen, who was staring at him with a mixture of anger and sorrow etched in his eyes.
"What's that?" He asked firmly. Senku looked at him with confusion. "There. What's that?" He slightly jabbed a spot on Senku's chest.
Senku looked at the spot Gen poked. Oh. That. He looked awfully nervous for a moment. "...That is…" He muttered. Gen looked at him expectantly.
The part of Senku's chest that has Gen so worked up over, are small, circular scars directly below his ribcage. Small, circular scars that Gen clearly knows what they are, but can't bear to think that this could've happened to Senku without his knowing.
"... Those are…" A bead of sweat drips down Senku's face. "Haven't I told you before?" Senku looks away, knowing that he has in fact, not told him before.
"No!" Gen shouts in frustration. "I would remember you telling me you got shot!" His eyes sting. Gen runs his hand over the scars. "When did this happen? Who did this to you?" His voice breaks slightly.
Senu wants to apologise, but he figures he should answer the questions first. "When you infiltrated Xeno's empire. Stanley sent Luna to the Perseus as both bait and to use her dress as a yardstick. Then Xeno told Stanley my measurements, and ordered him to shoot."
Gen looked heartbroken. "I'm so sorry, Senku…" He mutters. "I should have been there. Like how you were for me when I was attacked by Magma…"
"Don't. You were at their base to help us win the war. It was far from your fault, Gen." Senku says while smiling at Gen warmly. He kisses him softly. "I love you, mentalist."
Gen chuckles. Senku's kisses always made him feel better, no matter what. He hugs Senku tightly. "I love you too, dear Senku." He says happily. "But why didn't you tell me before?"
Senku shrugs softly. "There were too many things happening by the next time we saw each other. And over time, I guess it just didn't seem very important."
Gen sighs. "But everything about you is important to me~" He pouts. A comfortable silence passes. "Did it hurt?" He asks quietly. Senku raises an eyebrow. Gen chuckles. "When you got shot, not when you fell from heaven." He assures.
"Well, of course, it hurt." Senku snorted. He jabbed Gen with his elbow. "I got shot, mentalist. It's not like I was lightly punched."
Gen rolled his eyes. "But on a scale of one to ten. How much?" He asked, looking at Senku with genuine curiosity.
"What, are you five? A scale of one to ten?" Senku laughs. "But an eight and a half, maybe? It's hard to explain. The pain wasn't bad enough that I would rather have someone put me outta my misery, but it was truly unbearable to go through."
Gen frowned. "I do really wish I could've at least kept you company." He muttered softly as he tries to imagine how awful that experience must've been for Senku.
Senku laughed again. "Kukuku… I did miss you, but I had plenty of company then. As important as you are to me, I'd still rather you have us win the war." He smiled at Gen. Another moment of silence passes. "We should go to sleep now. We have more busy days ahead of us." He kisses Gen deeply. "Good night, mentalist. I love you."
Gen's face tints a light shade of pink. "I love you too, dear Senku. Sweet dreams."
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