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It started out small.
An accidental nick when working with glassware, a burn from touching a too-hot beaker. The shock of pain jolted his mind awake enough to move past whatever roadblock he was stuck on. And like any great scientist would, Senku noticed. He observed. And he started running tests. Tests framed as careless accidents around the lab. A minor burn here or there, cuts from “picking up broken glass.” It was enough, for a time.
As the stone war drew closer, the stress was greater, and the smaller injuries didn't work as well. Senku felt an indescribable want for more, thought that maybe then he could figure out a way to win. The (partially) accidental injuries evolved into intentional cuts along his wrists, only little ones. No deeper than epidermis. It started that way, at least. Funny how addiction creeps up on you like that.
