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[Problem. Is it a problem. Yeah, it is in someways. That reckless disregard for his own safety when it comes to helping other people because of that bleeding heart is never going to not be problematic. And yet it's something people who care about Yuji simply have to accept.
Katsuki's aware of the "frozen" state of their world back home, thanks to Yuji and Denji's experiences of going back home and returning to this world. But that can never completely eradicate the concern he feels towards those left behind. All Might's broken and bleeding body, safe behind Katsuki's back-from-the-dead stance, but for how long. Izuku still trapped in mortal combat with Shigaraki, whose mere touch could wipe out miles of Japanese land. All for One, the deadliest villain ever, hovering not far off and threatening to merge with Shigaraki to end the world as they knew it. The broken, the bleeding, the dying, the suffering heroes and villains that lay in states of victory and defeat all around the nation. Innocent civilians and people watching them fight for the sake of their world... All of that trapped in suspended time, ready to start again once "he" ceased to exist in Neo Tokyo.
How the fuck is that comforting?
Even now, Katsuki can still taste blood in his mouth if he thinks about the last moment he had in his world. Yuji's weight is different, just as heavy, carrying a burden of guilt and determination, war-ravaged hope narrowed down to a single life as his goal to save, and somewhere along the way thinking this penance for a death he skipped out on. Katsuki has never once wished to die. No matter his fear, pain, sorrow, or struggle, he determined to overcome the trials and move forward. But not everyone's like that. That's fine. If he's with one of those people, Katsuki vows to slug them in the face and haul their ass up by their collar to yell at them about why they should continue to live.
Yuji should be able to choose how he dies. He'll never accept anything less than that. If it meant standing between the entire Jujutsu world and his friend, Katsuki would take that stance every time, as long as possible, until he perished first. And even then, he'd sure as hell try to take them out with one last explosion. So long as it meant Yuji got to live. It's a pleasant thought, to strive to live a life so well you get to die surrounded by people who love you. But he'd rather live with those people as long as possible, and fight to keep that life going. Old age comes for everyone in the end. No point in hurrying the Grim Reaper along.
Katsuki's watched the sorcerer grow a little here, seen an honest attempt to at least take more people into consideration when he dives into decisions that could satisfy his desire to protect, yet hurt those who love him in the same stroke. It's a fine Catch 22 in that aspect the boy's set himself up for. Katsuki can't live Yuji's life for him, won't, but isn't going to stop growling at him for making those rash decisions. While he can't raze him for wanting to spare someone else the suffering, he will snarl at him for not trusting someone else's strength and resilience. Too much empathy ends up doing nothing more than removing someone else's choices with the excuse of protection. No one wants to be smothered. Pain by itself isn't evil. Katsuki's not lacking in empathy, but he's also more than willing to let someone drop a piano on their foot because they tried to move it by themself.
The problem with Yuji's thoughts of protecting him stem from Katsuki taking offense at the idea his friend thinks he's too weak to handle the trial before them. Protection clashes with his pride, though he's gotten better at accepting this as the year at U.A. went on. Doesn't mean he likes it. Yet so far, Yuji's not been the cause of Katsuki's pain. Frustrations? Sure, a million damn times. When he makes rash decisions, gets himself hurt, bottles up his pain... Does he not trust his strength to weather it? Mah, who knows. It's not like Katsuki's absolved of doing the same in his own ways. At some point, they're going to come to a head about this and it won't be pretty... but it'll be needed. Katsuki has never been one to stand behind a shield. He'd much rather stand beside an ally.
(He's gonna murder him for this new implant, but that'll come after he finishes dealing with his babbling bleeding brother bundled in the bloody bathtub. Which once again having second thoughts about a healing implant.)
Each moment here is a quiet reminder that they're never going to be good enough. No one's perfect. Katsuki holds onto Yuji with no intention of letting him go, taking each tear and weight that seeps into his collar and tugs at his arms. A hero does his best to remove the sadness and fears of those they help. And yet, for all his power, Katsuki's aware he can't reach inside Yuji and pull out all those traumas causing his sorrow. Fucking hell he wishes he could. To promise this boy a future where he can smile with no more worry or loss. He'd take on all his misery and agony if he could, either to carry the burden for him or smash it into smithereens that never haunt Yuji again.
Unfortunately, life's not like that. What Katsuki can do right now is hold him. Carefully handle the broken and rest the pieces together once more. If grief breaks Yuji further, love and kindness can bandage the area and support until it heals. He can do that. Extend his hand into the darkness, pushing and shoving each grieving slash and burning tear aside until he finds the boy in the middle of the maelstromic pit. Catches him. Holds him tight. Not alone. Not weak. It hurts, badly, but he moves with him, trying his damnest to help Yuji walk towards that light. Against all odds. To victory.
Don't die for me. Live for me. That's all he wants. Every feeling he has for this boy pounds down into a final point and crystalizes into one desire. Frustration, affection, curiosity, attraction, anger, happiness, an urge to save his life. It's only been a few months, and Katsuki's found this guy settled in beside his heart to such a point he feels for him things he hasn't for others. He has no intention of ever letting himself be at a point where Yuji would need to even think about such a sacrifice. To let his friend die for him would be a price Katsuki could never pay. Dying hurts like a fucking bitch. And while he would never want anyone to die for him, this intense want to protect blooms for the layers upon layers of friendship, kindness, and trust poured into him but this special boy. So much given to him. How could he do anything but give back the same in return. He'd face down hell itself to make sure Yuji lives.
Katsuki keeps the grunt in his head. He's been grabbed by All Might before, even when severely limited in power and holding back, and Yuji's strength feels comparable. But he bears it without a flicker of discomfort. He's got muscles. He refuses to let his friend hurt him. No matter how tight Yuji has to hold onto him, he stands strong, spreading his fingers over the back of his head and curling them in soothing motions, the hand around his shoulders doing the same as it wanders from shoulder to shoulder blade to middle of back to blade to joint once more. Never leaving that embrace. He'll hold him above his misery, above his vanishing, above his heartache. As long as he needs to for Yuji to regain his strength. Because Yuji is strong, resilient, and unwavering. He trusts him in that, no matter what tears fall. He's only human. Treasured.
Can he tell when Yuji stops crying? Not really. His shirt's damp. But eventually shoulders cease to shiver, those quiet shudders of breath ease, and new gushes of heat taper off. Held close, knees brushing, legs braced, feet instep, arms and head resting together in that protective circle. Letting Yuji lean and take in the comfort and solace. Akin to that time on the boat during the orca kaiju fight, when Yuji healed him and Katsuki finally let himself rest enough to lean against the sorcerer, relying on his strength to support him. Tears can't last forever. Grief is given its due, not a blank check. As the embrace eases up, Katsuki's little hand motions continue their trek. Safe. A storm slowly passing. So this is what it means to be there for someone...
The smile comes quietly, short for a time, but true. A friend like Yuji is one in a million. No matter what the other boy believes about himself, deserving of friends or not, luckily for him, those friends, Katsuki included, don't ascribe to what Yuji thinks about deserving them. They're his friends, the love him, and he's a good person. Period. Yuji will change his mind about that long before they do. Katsuki certainly intends to out-stubborn the guy in this regard. Because Yuji deserves to be loved. It's a good thing the sorcerer doesn't get to decide that for others.
Katsuki opens his eyes again, pink strands tickling the underside of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as he leaves his mouth rested against that ruffle of hair. No wonder Yuji's voice sounds rough.]
You will. [In time. Yuji will. Now is not the time. Sadness and painful tears soak into his shirt, but the source has calmed enough for now. He gives a light squeeze on the back of Yuji's head, fingers threading through the soft sakura there, ring and fifth fingers caressing the dark shorn of his undercut.] Aa. Keep wanting that. And show me that smile the next time we meet again, hero. [He brushes his lips against Yuji's head again, eyes lidding slightly. Those feelings are there. They always will be. He wants to see that sight too. Yuji's victory and life.]
Don't give me a reason to, Gari Head. [Katsuki tightens his arm around Yuji in a quick, affirming embrace. He isn't ever going to give up on him. He'll always trust that Yuji's going to win and save as many as he can.]
Katsuki's aware of the "frozen" state of their world back home, thanks to Yuji and Denji's experiences of going back home and returning to this world. But that can never completely eradicate the concern he feels towards those left behind. All Might's broken and bleeding body, safe behind Katsuki's back-from-the-dead stance, but for how long. Izuku still trapped in mortal combat with Shigaraki, whose mere touch could wipe out miles of Japanese land. All for One, the deadliest villain ever, hovering not far off and threatening to merge with Shigaraki to end the world as they knew it. The broken, the bleeding, the dying, the suffering heroes and villains that lay in states of victory and defeat all around the nation. Innocent civilians and people watching them fight for the sake of their world... All of that trapped in suspended time, ready to start again once "he" ceased to exist in Neo Tokyo.
How the fuck is that comforting?
Even now, Katsuki can still taste blood in his mouth if he thinks about the last moment he had in his world. Yuji's weight is different, just as heavy, carrying a burden of guilt and determination, war-ravaged hope narrowed down to a single life as his goal to save, and somewhere along the way thinking this penance for a death he skipped out on. Katsuki has never once wished to die. No matter his fear, pain, sorrow, or struggle, he determined to overcome the trials and move forward. But not everyone's like that. That's fine. If he's with one of those people, Katsuki vows to slug them in the face and haul their ass up by their collar to yell at them about why they should continue to live.
Yuji should be able to choose how he dies. He'll never accept anything less than that. If it meant standing between the entire Jujutsu world and his friend, Katsuki would take that stance every time, as long as possible, until he perished first. And even then, he'd sure as hell try to take them out with one last explosion. So long as it meant Yuji got to live. It's a pleasant thought, to strive to live a life so well you get to die surrounded by people who love you. But he'd rather live with those people as long as possible, and fight to keep that life going. Old age comes for everyone in the end. No point in hurrying the Grim Reaper along.
Katsuki's watched the sorcerer grow a little here, seen an honest attempt to at least take more people into consideration when he dives into decisions that could satisfy his desire to protect, yet hurt those who love him in the same stroke. It's a fine Catch 22 in that aspect the boy's set himself up for. Katsuki can't live Yuji's life for him, won't, but isn't going to stop growling at him for making those rash decisions. While he can't raze him for wanting to spare someone else the suffering, he will snarl at him for not trusting someone else's strength and resilience. Too much empathy ends up doing nothing more than removing someone else's choices with the excuse of protection. No one wants to be smothered. Pain by itself isn't evil. Katsuki's not lacking in empathy, but he's also more than willing to let someone drop a piano on their foot because they tried to move it by themself.
The problem with Yuji's thoughts of protecting him stem from Katsuki taking offense at the idea his friend thinks he's too weak to handle the trial before them. Protection clashes with his pride, though he's gotten better at accepting this as the year at U.A. went on. Doesn't mean he likes it. Yet so far, Yuji's not been the cause of Katsuki's pain. Frustrations? Sure, a million damn times. When he makes rash decisions, gets himself hurt, bottles up his pain... Does he not trust his strength to weather it? Mah, who knows. It's not like Katsuki's absolved of doing the same in his own ways. At some point, they're going to come to a head about this and it won't be pretty... but it'll be needed. Katsuki has never been one to stand behind a shield. He'd much rather stand beside an ally.
(He's gonna murder him for this new implant, but that'll come after he finishes dealing with his babbling bleeding brother bundled in the bloody bathtub. Which once again having second thoughts about a healing implant.)
Each moment here is a quiet reminder that they're never going to be good enough. No one's perfect. Katsuki holds onto Yuji with no intention of letting him go, taking each tear and weight that seeps into his collar and tugs at his arms. A hero does his best to remove the sadness and fears of those they help. And yet, for all his power, Katsuki's aware he can't reach inside Yuji and pull out all those traumas causing his sorrow. Fucking hell he wishes he could. To promise this boy a future where he can smile with no more worry or loss. He'd take on all his misery and agony if he could, either to carry the burden for him or smash it into smithereens that never haunt Yuji again.
Unfortunately, life's not like that. What Katsuki can do right now is hold him. Carefully handle the broken and rest the pieces together once more. If grief breaks Yuji further, love and kindness can bandage the area and support until it heals. He can do that. Extend his hand into the darkness, pushing and shoving each grieving slash and burning tear aside until he finds the boy in the middle of the maelstromic pit. Catches him. Holds him tight. Not alone. Not weak. It hurts, badly, but he moves with him, trying his damnest to help Yuji walk towards that light. Against all odds. To victory.
Don't die for me. Live for me. That's all he wants. Every feeling he has for this boy pounds down into a final point and crystalizes into one desire. Frustration, affection, curiosity, attraction, anger, happiness, an urge to save his life. It's only been a few months, and Katsuki's found this guy settled in beside his heart to such a point he feels for him things he hasn't for others. He has no intention of ever letting himself be at a point where Yuji would need to even think about such a sacrifice. To let his friend die for him would be a price Katsuki could never pay. Dying hurts like a fucking bitch. And while he would never want anyone to die for him, this intense want to protect blooms for the layers upon layers of friendship, kindness, and trust poured into him but this special boy. So much given to him. How could he do anything but give back the same in return. He'd face down hell itself to make sure Yuji lives.
Katsuki keeps the grunt in his head. He's been grabbed by All Might before, even when severely limited in power and holding back, and Yuji's strength feels comparable. But he bears it without a flicker of discomfort. He's got muscles. He refuses to let his friend hurt him. No matter how tight Yuji has to hold onto him, he stands strong, spreading his fingers over the back of his head and curling them in soothing motions, the hand around his shoulders doing the same as it wanders from shoulder to shoulder blade to middle of back to blade to joint once more. Never leaving that embrace. He'll hold him above his misery, above his vanishing, above his heartache. As long as he needs to for Yuji to regain his strength. Because Yuji is strong, resilient, and unwavering. He trusts him in that, no matter what tears fall. He's only human. Treasured.
Can he tell when Yuji stops crying? Not really. His shirt's damp. But eventually shoulders cease to shiver, those quiet shudders of breath ease, and new gushes of heat taper off. Held close, knees brushing, legs braced, feet instep, arms and head resting together in that protective circle. Letting Yuji lean and take in the comfort and solace. Akin to that time on the boat during the orca kaiju fight, when Yuji healed him and Katsuki finally let himself rest enough to lean against the sorcerer, relying on his strength to support him. Tears can't last forever. Grief is given its due, not a blank check. As the embrace eases up, Katsuki's little hand motions continue their trek. Safe. A storm slowly passing. So this is what it means to be there for someone...
The smile comes quietly, short for a time, but true. A friend like Yuji is one in a million. No matter what the other boy believes about himself, deserving of friends or not, luckily for him, those friends, Katsuki included, don't ascribe to what Yuji thinks about deserving them. They're his friends, the love him, and he's a good person. Period. Yuji will change his mind about that long before they do. Katsuki certainly intends to out-stubborn the guy in this regard. Because Yuji deserves to be loved. It's a good thing the sorcerer doesn't get to decide that for others.
Katsuki opens his eyes again, pink strands tickling the underside of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as he leaves his mouth rested against that ruffle of hair. No wonder Yuji's voice sounds rough.]
You will. [In time. Yuji will. Now is not the time. Sadness and painful tears soak into his shirt, but the source has calmed enough for now. He gives a light squeeze on the back of Yuji's head, fingers threading through the soft sakura there, ring and fifth fingers caressing the dark shorn of his undercut.] Aa. Keep wanting that. And show me that smile the next time we meet again, hero. [He brushes his lips against Yuji's head again, eyes lidding slightly. Those feelings are there. They always will be. He wants to see that sight too. Yuji's victory and life.]
Don't give me a reason to, Gari Head. [Katsuki tightens his arm around Yuji in a quick, affirming embrace. He isn't ever going to give up on him. He'll always trust that Yuji's going to win and save as many as he can.]
[Sometimes that literal nature works. Sometimes... it pisses him off big time.]
We got to focus on our school and heroics without any distractions.
[For the most part. Villains and wars aside.]
I KNOW HOW SCHOOL WORKS, IDIOT!!
I'm asking what you'd go FOR! You could probably clep your general education by now.
[Not that he would, but the idea's there.]
We got to focus on our school and heroics without any distractions.
[For the most part. Villains and wars aside.]
I KNOW HOW SCHOOL WORKS, IDIOT!!
I'm asking what you'd go FOR! You could probably clep your general education by now.
[Not that he would, but the idea's there.]
Yes. But I don't think those count as part time. We did have downtime too.
[Villains and wars aside, yes, indeed.]
Oh...
I don't know. I guess it depends on what they'd offer and what I'm good at other than heroics. Maybe paramedic? Something I could still help with.
[He continues on though.]
I'm not trying to lose any roots to my heroism, but as you said, our options are limited here aside patrolling, or starting our own agency?
[Villains and wars aside, yes, indeed.]
Oh...
I don't know. I guess it depends on what they'd offer and what I'm good at other than heroics. Maybe paramedic? Something I could still help with.
[He continues on though.]
I'm not trying to lose any roots to my heroism, but as you said, our options are limited here aside patrolling, or starting our own agency?
[ Choso's voice is a gurgle, it's spittle and blood pushed out between his teeth on the hard consonants, it's hitched higher than before because ]
It isthn't okay.
[ Bakugo is right, of course he's right; Choso had wondered at it, worried at it, had looked over the rundown of the prodecure with dread in his heart but Yuji was determined, was the picture of super-human adaptability, was woefully indestructible to the degree that this, none of this was okay and here Choso was despite it all, wrapped like the world's worst spring roll while a cat performed brain surgery on his brother.
The distant, inward cast to his expression ruptures with the pinch and draw of his brows up, with the wrinkle of his chin and the clench of his jaw like he doesn't know if he wants to snarl and snap or cry. It's so open a shift, such a raw thing gleaming wound-wet and shiny like he doesn't know how to hide it, but he doesn't look away while Bakugo works, couldn't if he tried. The least he can do is angle himself into a 'corner' of the tub furthest from boom boy's face, completing the look of 'dog at groomers', the only courtesy he can offer in this as his mark begins to bleed bright arterial red anew. ]
They're in hihh-- they're in hhhis head!
[ Be calm, listen, keep doing that, this isn't okay, a fucking reflection, words on words on words piling up and as his pulse kicks up a click Choso's hands creep back up to press the heels of his hands against his temples, fingers fisting in his hair to finally finish off that second odango. ]
It isthn't okay.
[ Bakugo is right, of course he's right; Choso had wondered at it, worried at it, had looked over the rundown of the prodecure with dread in his heart but Yuji was determined, was the picture of super-human adaptability, was woefully indestructible to the degree that this, none of this was okay and here Choso was despite it all, wrapped like the world's worst spring roll while a cat performed brain surgery on his brother.
The distant, inward cast to his expression ruptures with the pinch and draw of his brows up, with the wrinkle of his chin and the clench of his jaw like he doesn't know if he wants to snarl and snap or cry. It's so open a shift, such a raw thing gleaming wound-wet and shiny like he doesn't know how to hide it, but he doesn't look away while Bakugo works, couldn't if he tried. The least he can do is angle himself into a 'corner' of the tub furthest from boom boy's face, completing the look of 'dog at groomers', the only courtesy he can offer in this as his mark begins to bleed bright arterial red anew. ]
They're in hihh-- they're in hhhis head!
[ Be calm, listen, keep doing that, this isn't okay, a fucking reflection, words on words on words piling up and as his pulse kicks up a click Choso's hands creep back up to press the heels of his hands against his temples, fingers fisting in his hair to finally finish off that second odango. ]
[Gross.]
That's what I fucking said.
[He quickly leans forward with the shower head, cupping his hand underneath it and aiming the spray at his palm. It's obviously enough to collect in there, which he uses to wipe at Choso's lips and attempts to get him to open his mouth so he can swab a finger in there.]
Open your mouth. I'm not gonna have you choke on this shit.
[He can and will shove his finger down Choso's throat to make him puke if blood starts clotting in places it shouldn't. But right now, a finger around his teeth and the water cupped and pushed against his mouth should be enough to help flush out anything that wants to stick in there. As much as he wants to worry about Yuji right now, Bakugo isn't going to abandon Choso for that. Yuji would kill him. Or cry. Which is worse.
At least Choso's not wrapped up too much now as Bakugo works on clearing the blankets open around the bath so he can free the man's body for more washing. It's hard as hell not to watch Choso's expressions and get his heart thrown into his mouth each fucking time. Whatever's going on with Yuji isn't good. He's quick enough to get his finger out before Choso bites the fucking thing off, but... yeah no, you're not cinching up in the corner like that. Bakugo pulls him right back down, using the blankets around him like a makeshift slide.]
Don't scrunch up! I'm cleaning you off, dammit!
[There's another muffled protest. -in his head- DAMMIT, GARI HEAD!! What the fuck are you allowing them to do to you now?! Bakugo snaps his hand out and grabs at Choso's hand before he rips his hair out.]
Look at me! Choso! Look at me. Don't get lost in your own head!
[Whether it's some kind of blood link or psychic link, it's not helping matters and he has to try to keep Choso's attention off the horrors going on in his brother's surgery. If that's even possible.]
That's what I fucking said.
[He quickly leans forward with the shower head, cupping his hand underneath it and aiming the spray at his palm. It's obviously enough to collect in there, which he uses to wipe at Choso's lips and attempts to get him to open his mouth so he can swab a finger in there.]
Open your mouth. I'm not gonna have you choke on this shit.
[He can and will shove his finger down Choso's throat to make him puke if blood starts clotting in places it shouldn't. But right now, a finger around his teeth and the water cupped and pushed against his mouth should be enough to help flush out anything that wants to stick in there. As much as he wants to worry about Yuji right now, Bakugo isn't going to abandon Choso for that. Yuji would kill him. Or cry. Which is worse.
At least Choso's not wrapped up too much now as Bakugo works on clearing the blankets open around the bath so he can free the man's body for more washing. It's hard as hell not to watch Choso's expressions and get his heart thrown into his mouth each fucking time. Whatever's going on with Yuji isn't good. He's quick enough to get his finger out before Choso bites the fucking thing off, but... yeah no, you're not cinching up in the corner like that. Bakugo pulls him right back down, using the blankets around him like a makeshift slide.]
Don't scrunch up! I'm cleaning you off, dammit!
[There's another muffled protest. -in his head- DAMMIT, GARI HEAD!! What the fuck are you allowing them to do to you now?! Bakugo snaps his hand out and grabs at Choso's hand before he rips his hair out.]
Look at me! Choso! Look at me. Don't get lost in your own head!
[Whether it's some kind of blood link or psychic link, it's not helping matters and he has to try to keep Choso's attention off the horrors going on in his brother's surgery. If that's even possible.]
I never said they did. Most of our downtime was also used for school or training.
[Correction, Bakugo. YOUR downtime was used for school or training.]
Paramedic? Isn't your brother going into the medical field?
[Obviously not his really-fucked-up brother.
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WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?! FUCK!!
[HE REALLY HATES YOU RIGHT NOW, HALF-N-HALF!!]
[Correction, Bakugo. YOUR downtime was used for school or training.]
Paramedic? Isn't your brother going into the medical field?
[Obviously not his really-fucked-up brother.
...
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WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?! FUCK!!
[HE REALLY HATES YOU RIGHT NOW, HALF-N-HALF!!]
[Shoto isn't going to say it. But it's there in the somewheresphere.]
Yes, he is. He's training in the medical welfare department.
[But the next message, Shoto can basically hear without even needing to be anywhere near Bakugo in the least.]
Is that what you want to do, then? You want to start an agency?
[Hate him, he won't take credit for it. Totally Bakugo's idea.]
Yes, he is. He's training in the medical welfare department.
[But the next message, Shoto can basically hear without even needing to be anywhere near Bakugo in the least.]
Is that what you want to do, then? You want to start an agency?
[Hate him, he won't take credit for it. Totally Bakugo's idea.]
[Better not say it. He'll find a way to punch him through the screen. "Screen" as they have it.]
I could've. Dammit. But it's too late to do that now. Most everyone's set in their jobs.
[And he can't exactly abandon the police force either.]
So your sister's teaching kids and he's going into medical.
[While Shoto is a hero. A nice trio.]
I could've. Dammit. But it's too late to do that now. Most everyone's set in their jobs.
[And he can't exactly abandon the police force either.]
So your sister's teaching kids and he's going into medical.
[While Shoto is a hero. A nice trio.]
[Shoto would deserve it for something else, or something in the future, probably.]
Could have?
[Shoto can guess it's the dedication to his already existing job.]
Why don't we ask if we could suggest a task force within the police force. If I can be blunt with you, Bakugo, I'm sure there are people who are just as good as we are. Then we can take on regular duties as well as agency duties when it calls for people who are a little more battle ready. It'd be like working with the police at home, only in their station instead of an agency. I'm sure even Midoriya would come along to help establish it, even if he finds or has found something he enjoys already.
[That's right, because if Bakugo wants to do this agency, 'we', means Shoto would put aside what's going on in his head. Agency is what they're all comfortable in and it's not like he can't learn on the side.]
Yes, and my mother is a mother. That was her job. Before us she wasn't a mother and I don't think she had a job. You already know my father's job, though.
Could have?
[Shoto can guess it's the dedication to his already existing job.]
Why don't we ask if we could suggest a task force within the police force. If I can be blunt with you, Bakugo, I'm sure there are people who are just as good as we are. Then we can take on regular duties as well as agency duties when it calls for people who are a little more battle ready. It'd be like working with the police at home, only in their station instead of an agency. I'm sure even Midoriya would come along to help establish it, even if he finds or has found something he enjoys already.
[That's right, because if Bakugo wants to do this agency, 'we', means Shoto would put aside what's going on in his head. Agency is what they're all comfortable in and it's not like he can't learn on the side.]
Yes, and my mother is a mother. That was her job. Before us she wasn't a mother and I don't think she had a job. You already know my father's job, though.
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[He has to find the tech to do it first...]
Aa. You can set up a business here. I never thought of it.
[Between the rush of this new place, all the new Outsiders, himself included, the need to have a job for funds and something stable, training in the simulations and learning everything, it just never crossed his mind to start up an agency and invite other hero types to join him.
But perhaps that's for the best... Even among the fighters that rank as his not!friends, many of them, like Shoto wanted to try something different instead of fighting every day.
Hell, Bakugo doesn't battle every day either. Sometimes he just does a boring patrol with Denji and nothing happens.]
Drop it. A lot of Outsiders come from a background where they fought. They should have the chance to do something other than fight while they're here.
[It's because he knows Shoto and Izuku would join him that he strikes the idea down immediately. Other Outsiders he knows might also join up, but likely out of a sense of duty or friendship, and Bakugo can't take them from their "normal" lives when they've had a few months to settle in. Lives that aren't fraught with battles and pain.
Besides, they have enough violence with the kaiju attacks.]
Besides, I got to learn how to drive on the police force.
[He couldn't do that in an agency run by, well... him.]
Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Half-n-Half. Wanna tell me what you do?
Aa. You can set up a business here. I never thought of it.
[Between the rush of this new place, all the new Outsiders, himself included, the need to have a job for funds and something stable, training in the simulations and learning everything, it just never crossed his mind to start up an agency and invite other hero types to join him.
But perhaps that's for the best... Even among the fighters that rank as his not!friends, many of them, like Shoto wanted to try something different instead of fighting every day.
Hell, Bakugo doesn't battle every day either. Sometimes he just does a boring patrol with Denji and nothing happens.]
Drop it. A lot of Outsiders come from a background where they fought. They should have the chance to do something other than fight while they're here.
[It's because he knows Shoto and Izuku would join him that he strikes the idea down immediately. Other Outsiders he knows might also join up, but likely out of a sense of duty or friendship, and Bakugo can't take them from their "normal" lives when they've had a few months to settle in. Lives that aren't fraught with battles and pain.
Besides, they have enough violence with the kaiju attacks.]
Besides, I got to learn how to drive on the police force.
[He couldn't do that in an agency run by, well... him.]
Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Half-n-Half. Wanna tell me what you do?
[ look who is overthinking on matters no one can control? tsk tsk. it was bakugou's advice to focus on the present and that's what he should be doing. not that denji would taunt him for it since he does understand how easy it is to spiral into endless thoughts, and how fucking exhausting it can be when you can't stop. if lending an ear would help bakugou find some closure, denji wouldn't mind hearing his partner out for as long as he wants. it's not their first time discussing random topics since they tend to spend long hours together, usually stuck in the car patrolling. this conversation won't be any different.
there is nothing wrong with how he greeted bakugou, yet he expected such a snappy attitude towards it. he didn't care and kept holding him despite the few hisses here and there. ah, he's being pushed back and denji blinks, a bit confused at first before going with the flow. one step back and bakugou takes one forward — until they move further inside and the door is shut. he was about to pull away or glance back at the bag on his bed, somewhat curious about what the hero had brought along. it's a good thing he had a hunch that kept his gaze secured on the other, and as soon as bakugou leaned in, denji met him halfway, and they ... kissed.
this time it was easy, effortless, with less thought behind it. it's interesting how it felt like he was being influenced by sheer instincts; relishing the rare chemistry between them that made him know the right tilt for their lips to compliment one another, no fumbling between trying too hard or being too timid. it was just right. the intent for it to be nothing more than an extension of his greeting, yet denji found himself embracing the other differently now; one arm secured around bakugou's waist while the other hand traced its fingers through those spiky fluffs. yeah, he can get used to this - kissing this boy anytime they felt like it.
without breaking it apart, it was denji's turn to push forward, a single step, before he reached blindly to lock the door with a sharp twist of the key. you know, just in case aki decided he didn't want to lose his brand new virginity with his boyfriend yet and bust in. sorry, it's closed until tomorrow morning. ]
Sooo ... you're not mad, right? [ he mutters under his breath, playfully nibbling on bakugou's lower lip. ] Admit it. Telling everyone made this day special for you.
[ gifts, hangouts, and expression of gratitude— no one would ever hate that, even a grump like katsuki. denji relaxed a bit, still keeping an arm around the other's waist while giving him some breather to move around if he wanted to. it's a messy space (as mentioned before) but the bed didn't fit the cluttered vibe. it might give the impression the bedspreads, duvet cover, and comforters are freshly changed. yeah, he certainly got that done during the texting session. he can't let bakugou put his head on a pillow that smells like hot cheetos. instead, it's a fresh laundry aroma of lavender for the hero's pleasure. ]
Get cozy. Pick a side and a pillow. We can light up some candles, too ...
[ to read comics? denji please. ]
there is nothing wrong with how he greeted bakugou, yet he expected such a snappy attitude towards it. he didn't care and kept holding him despite the few hisses here and there. ah, he's being pushed back and denji blinks, a bit confused at first before going with the flow. one step back and bakugou takes one forward — until they move further inside and the door is shut. he was about to pull away or glance back at the bag on his bed, somewhat curious about what the hero had brought along. it's a good thing he had a hunch that kept his gaze secured on the other, and as soon as bakugou leaned in, denji met him halfway, and they ... kissed.
this time it was easy, effortless, with less thought behind it. it's interesting how it felt like he was being influenced by sheer instincts; relishing the rare chemistry between them that made him know the right tilt for their lips to compliment one another, no fumbling between trying too hard or being too timid. it was just right. the intent for it to be nothing more than an extension of his greeting, yet denji found himself embracing the other differently now; one arm secured around bakugou's waist while the other hand traced its fingers through those spiky fluffs. yeah, he can get used to this - kissing this boy anytime they felt like it.
without breaking it apart, it was denji's turn to push forward, a single step, before he reached blindly to lock the door with a sharp twist of the key. you know, just in case aki decided he didn't want to lose his brand new virginity with his boyfriend yet and bust in. sorry, it's closed until tomorrow morning. ]
Sooo ... you're not mad, right? [ he mutters under his breath, playfully nibbling on bakugou's lower lip. ] Admit it. Telling everyone made this day special for you.
[ gifts, hangouts, and expression of gratitude— no one would ever hate that, even a grump like katsuki. denji relaxed a bit, still keeping an arm around the other's waist while giving him some breather to move around if he wanted to. it's a messy space (as mentioned before) but the bed didn't fit the cluttered vibe. it might give the impression the bedspreads, duvet cover, and comforters are freshly changed. yeah, he certainly got that done during the texting session. he can't let bakugou put his head on a pillow that smells like hot cheetos. instead, it's a fresh laundry aroma of lavender for the hero's pleasure. ]
Get cozy. Pick a side and a pillow. We can light up some candles, too ...
[ to read comics? denji please. ]
[ The only saving grace for either of them is that it's Bakugo doing it, Bakugo laying out his intent, Bakugo pushing past bloodied lips and teeth to swipe the strange tang of vinyl composite gloves across the well of Choso's mouth. Because it is Bakugo who is hooking a finger over his incisors, Choso locks his jaw open, flattens his tongue and allows the deluge of water to wash out the remaining blood that had flooded his mouth while the rest of his body tenses against his own wretched reflexes.
Thankfully, nothing needs to be puked out.
Regrettably, Choso doesn't even realize he's trying to ball up again until he meets the resistance in Bakugo's hand gripping his, one more physical reminder to stay, damn it, stay here.
Pay attention, Choso. Look at him. Don't get lost. ]
Forgive me. [ it's puzzling, how difficult breath has become to catch. ] I let him go there.
Thankfully, nothing needs to be puked out.
Regrettably, Choso doesn't even realize he's trying to ball up again until he meets the resistance in Bakugo's hand gripping his, one more physical reminder to stay, damn it, stay here.
Pay attention, Choso. Look at him. Don't get lost. ]
Forgive me. [ it's puzzling, how difficult breath has become to catch. ] I let him go there.
[Choso can reveal that to him later. While Bakugo's aware Choso has a positive view of him, he's not chalking this reaction up to some kind of "it's you" mindset. Any of Choso's close companions would be doing this for him! Maybe not as effective, because Bakugo's fucking awesome... but that's not on his mind right now. No, what's really on his mind is yelling at Megumi on the other line, mentally, while he deals with Choso in the physical presence.
Getting his hand on and his fingers in Choso's mouth is dangerous enough, but he's determined not to have the guy suffer any further than he is right now. Even if it looks like the blonde's trying to wrangle him in the tub, he's conscious of what he's doing and asking silently of Choso for cooperation. Water in his mouth to encourage him to swish and spit, clear his mouth before the liquid has a chance to clot or even harden. Sorry about the gloves, Odango Mess, but he had a feeling Choso would be protesting if Bakugo came at him with barebackhanded.]
Don't pop your damn jaw either. I can move my hand before you bite. [He's keeping close attention to Choso's jaw and neck, able to react the second he sees muscles twitch for a bite. While it's tempting to shove the whole shower head of water in there, choking's the issue, right? Not gonna plug him with a damn faucet. Bakugo alternates between a quick half-moon surface spray and then his fingers again.]
Stop fucking apologizing, idiot. You're not doing anything wrong. [Like hell is he gonna let Choso give himself grief for this either. A quick tug and he gets the blankets open completely, turning the water down to spray over Choso's chest, shoulders, and stomach so he can start rinsing him off with the warm water.
Though that last part...] You wouldn't have been able to stop him and you know it.
[As much as he'd love to bury Yuji up to his fucking ankles for pulling a stunt like this AGAIN! Bastard said he would think about his actions and how they affect his friends, and here he goes, getting fucking brain surgery without telling anyone?! Cause he knew they'd try to stop him... Tch.]
Tell me about your other brothers. Are they strong, like you and Gari Head. [Hopefully he can get Choso to think of something more positive. Distract him. As if his hand all over Choso's chest isn't distracting enough, maybe.] I don't have any siblings, so I don't know what being a brother's like.
Getting his hand on and his fingers in Choso's mouth is dangerous enough, but he's determined not to have the guy suffer any further than he is right now. Even if it looks like the blonde's trying to wrangle him in the tub, he's conscious of what he's doing and asking silently of Choso for cooperation. Water in his mouth to encourage him to swish and spit, clear his mouth before the liquid has a chance to clot or even harden. Sorry about the gloves, Odango Mess, but he had a feeling Choso would be protesting if Bakugo came at him with bare
Don't pop your damn jaw either. I can move my hand before you bite. [He's keeping close attention to Choso's jaw and neck, able to react the second he sees muscles twitch for a bite. While it's tempting to shove the whole shower head of water in there, choking's the issue, right? Not gonna plug him with a damn faucet. Bakugo alternates between a quick half-moon surface spray and then his fingers again.]
Stop fucking apologizing, idiot. You're not doing anything wrong. [Like hell is he gonna let Choso give himself grief for this either. A quick tug and he gets the blankets open completely, turning the water down to spray over Choso's chest, shoulders, and stomach so he can start rinsing him off with the warm water.
Though that last part...] You wouldn't have been able to stop him and you know it.
[As much as he'd love to bury Yuji up to his fucking ankles for pulling a stunt like this AGAIN! Bastard said he would think about his actions and how they affect his friends, and here he goes, getting fucking brain surgery without telling anyone?! Cause he knew they'd try to stop him... Tch.]
Tell me about your other brothers. Are they strong, like you and Gari Head. [Hopefully he can get Choso to think of something more positive. Distract him. As if his hand all over Choso's chest isn't distracting enough, maybe.] I don't have any siblings, so I don't know what being a brother's like.
[he doesn't need an ear lent. he's got a mouth on his own and denji's warm right nearby and anything and anyone else in bakugou's mind goes out the proverbial window. those thoughts can fuck off; there's someone far better here with him. they can have those kinds of stupid conversations while they're sitting in the patrol car, waiting for some dumbass to try to break the law, or driving to the next location. bakugou might be the more focused of the two while they're working, but it's nice to have denji with him during the longer, quiet times. he'd be thinking too much by himself if he weren't. it's more entertaining to have some dumb conversation, at least until his patience for it snapped.
didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
[ well, if bakugou thinks hugging in public is embarrassing then he is up for a horrifying surprise in the future. the hero better get used to it fast, no time to waste here as the gate is wide open. for now, he learned when annoyance is genuine or not. so long as he doesn't receive a firm rejection, denji will follow the temptations of sneaking a hug or a kiss here and there; when the mood begs for it— which might be during a mission, arresting someone, during a boring meeting, or whatever. hey, he can't control when the vibes hit. speaking of annoyance-
-was the growling really necessary, hero? even during a kiss, bakugou has no intention to drop the spicy kitten act and it's the most adorable thing ever. he'd wait for the other boy to pick his spot before he circled the bed so he could settle on the other side. at the taunt, denji returns it with a nasty grin, flashing those teeth, and blurts out a confession. ] ... I don't have any candles, but I'm certainly getting some since we'll be sharing a bed more often.
[ it's something he'd seen in the movies when a couple wants to get, uh, frisky? he didn't understand the science behind it, it's just some tiny candles, but it might work on bakugou. after all, with the design of their rooms with a wide city view of neon-lights and denji's choice to use a single lamp for minimum illumination— he might have a better setting already. he groans at the mention of cleaning up, almost as if he knew it was coming, he mutters a '...don't wanna' under his breath as he strips out of his pants, getting suited for bed with a baggy shirt and his boxers hanging loose around his hips. maybe if they don't talk about the cleaning-up mission, bakugou might forget. maybe if he just— gets under the blanket, snuggles a bit closer to his partner, and pulls out his comic book as a distraction, they can focus on what truly matters.
this moment. them being together. not the boring clean-up.
he clears his throat, holding the comic book up so they can both share the view; the cover is a typical superhero promotional visual, with the guy clothed in a way to hide his identity with people cheering in the background. despite the cliche, the story was rated for adults, giving the impression it had mature themes; violence, death, and disturbing imagery. he flips through the first page, giving bakugou a few seconds to read a brief about the story's setting to himself. denji uses this opportunity to rest his head on their shared pillow, staring over the other boy with an easy smile and a smitten warmth. this is their first time doing this, and it only registered to him that it's a big deal. it certainly feels so fucking different in contrast when it's with aki. ]
Hey. You wanna ... cuddle as we read together? until we fall asleep ...
-was the growling really necessary, hero? even during a kiss, bakugou has no intention to drop the spicy kitten act and it's the most adorable thing ever. he'd wait for the other boy to pick his spot before he circled the bed so he could settle on the other side. at the taunt, denji returns it with a nasty grin, flashing those teeth, and blurts out a confession. ] ... I don't have any candles, but I'm certainly getting some since we'll be sharing a bed more often.
[ it's something he'd seen in the movies when a couple wants to get, uh, frisky? he didn't understand the science behind it, it's just some tiny candles, but it might work on bakugou. after all, with the design of their rooms with a wide city view of neon-lights and denji's choice to use a single lamp for minimum illumination— he might have a better setting already. he groans at the mention of cleaning up, almost as if he knew it was coming, he mutters a '...don't wanna' under his breath as he strips out of his pants, getting suited for bed with a baggy shirt and his boxers hanging loose around his hips. maybe if they don't talk about the cleaning-up mission, bakugou might forget. maybe if he just— gets under the blanket, snuggles a bit closer to his partner, and pulls out his comic book as a distraction, they can focus on what truly matters.
this moment. them being together. not the boring clean-up.
he clears his throat, holding the comic book up so they can both share the view; the cover is a typical superhero promotional visual, with the guy clothed in a way to hide his identity with people cheering in the background. despite the cliche, the story was rated for adults, giving the impression it had mature themes; violence, death, and disturbing imagery. he flips through the first page, giving bakugou a few seconds to read a brief about the story's setting to himself. denji uses this opportunity to rest his head on their shared pillow, staring over the other boy with an easy smile and a smitten warmth. this is their first time doing this, and it only registered to him that it's a big deal. it certainly feels so fucking different in contrast when it's with aki. ]
Hey. You wanna ... cuddle as we read together? until we fall asleep ...
[look, even his own parents can't hug him in public without bakugou hissing and arching away like an angry cat. though if denji's gonna be scooping him up like that... well, it'll take a few failed instances of getting away before the blonde ends up grumblingly-accepting that's his lot in life now. at least denji's gonna get away with it with his head intact, which can't be said for a lot of people. though there are instances where a public hug comes from bakugou. usually via something really serious... but maybe he'll grow into denji sneaking in those little pda's, growl about it but not actually do anything to stop it.
totally worth it. he's a grouchy boy no matter what's going on. unless he's kicking ass and gets that slasher grin of enjoyment cause he's winning. denji's bed is comfortable. what else was he expecting? apart from a bag of chips under the covers, it's not like bakugou thinks the other boy's childish enough to go jumping on the bed like a five year old. he rolls his head to the side when denji shoots him that grin, sharp teeth and all, with a candle proclamation.] When did you like getting candles?
[the only people he knows of that do candles are tokoyami cause he's a weird goth bird, and some of the girls cause they like scented rooms and say it makes them calmer. sero uses a diffuser. linking candles with horny teen is not occurring in his head right now. leave it to denji to make the sight of a lit candle an implication of flame on dick out. at least the view outside their windows is positive enough... the little whine from the other boy about cleaning earns a snort from the blonde and he lifts his shoulder in a "deal with it" shrug. you invited him over, denji, knowing who he is and what kind of routine he habits. hell, bakugou cleans the windows and vacuums out their squad car regularly.
he watches denji shuck his pants, eyes lingering on his thighs for a few seconds. look, the guy always wear pants. bare legs isn't a common thing with him. not that bakugou's any better. he's wearing light sweats right now as is, along with the tanktop and boxer briefs. clean up's tomorrow. not right now.
uh... seriously? he really means reading a comic book together at the same time? though it's a superhero one and bakugou's attention lingers on it for that reason alone. it hits a nostalgic lance in him immediately. fuck. but before he can reach for it to accept the offering, denji's flipping the page. god dammit, he really means to do it together! one side of his mouth curls a bit, as if he might protest. but then settles. fine. he'll try it like this. once. bakugou moves his head towards denji's to get a better view, body shifting so they're more side by side. it's warm, there's a presence there, completely different from an empty bed. how long's it been since he shared a bed with someone?]
Huh? [they're already this close, touching side by side, how is this not enough 'cuddling' for someone?] How the hell are you gonna flip pages like that?
totally worth it. he's a grouchy boy no matter what's going on. unless he's kicking ass and gets that slasher grin of enjoyment cause he's winning. denji's bed is comfortable. what else was he expecting? apart from a bag of chips under the covers, it's not like bakugou thinks the other boy's childish enough to go jumping on the bed like a five year old. he rolls his head to the side when denji shoots him that grin, sharp teeth and all, with a candle proclamation.] When did you like getting candles?
[the only people he knows of that do candles are tokoyami cause he's a weird goth bird, and some of the girls cause they like scented rooms and say it makes them calmer. sero uses a diffuser. linking candles with horny teen is not occurring in his head right now. leave it to denji to make the sight of a lit candle an implication of flame on dick out. at least the view outside their windows is positive enough... the little whine from the other boy about cleaning earns a snort from the blonde and he lifts his shoulder in a "deal with it" shrug. you invited him over, denji, knowing who he is and what kind of routine he habits. hell, bakugou cleans the windows and vacuums out their squad car regularly.
he watches denji shuck his pants, eyes lingering on his thighs for a few seconds. look, the guy always wear pants. bare legs isn't a common thing with him. not that bakugou's any better. he's wearing light sweats right now as is, along with the tanktop and boxer briefs. clean up's tomorrow. not right now.
uh... seriously? he really means reading a comic book together at the same time? though it's a superhero one and bakugou's attention lingers on it for that reason alone. it hits a nostalgic lance in him immediately. fuck. but before he can reach for it to accept the offering, denji's flipping the page. god dammit, he really means to do it together! one side of his mouth curls a bit, as if he might protest. but then settles. fine. he'll try it like this. once. bakugou moves his head towards denji's to get a better view, body shifting so they're more side by side. it's warm, there's a presence there, completely different from an empty bed. how long's it been since he shared a bed with someone?]
Huh? [they're already this close, touching side by side, how is this not enough 'cuddling' for someone?] How the hell are you gonna flip pages like that?
[ It's just one simple truth among many that Bakugo's laid out: Choso cannot stop Yuji in any shape or form as they are now; he had already folded to the young man's will before it began. Was letting the boy spend himself like this any way to help him? Was this supposed to support him? Choso had been remiss in his duty; look now, where they lay in their respective beds.
The least Choso could do now was make it easier for he and Bakugo both, so he stops trying to help; he just outright stops. Prioritize. Breathe. Try again. He hooks his arms over the tub rim for stability, grips the edge tight when he leans over to spit the last of the bloody water at the drain. From there, he leans back enough to allow Bakugo the room to manoeuvre with while Choso braces his knees against the tub walls. Stop. Breathe. Look at Bakugo. Don't get lost. Don't get lost. Don't get lost.
He's so busy trying to be good, he forgets to pay attention to himself outside of the ungainly limbs. Choso, he cries like he doesn't realize he's doing it, cries with fat tears rolling out to join the rivulets of water running down his face to track through the slow-seeping blood of his mark. He cries with his brows pinched up high, chin all tensed, open and ugly as a child's unabashed weeping, but he does not look away because Bakugo is asking, because Bakugo is redirecting and Choso is too fucking grateful to not follow where the hero is pointing him. ]
Noranso, Sho-oso, Tanso, Sanso, Kotsuso, and Shoso. [ It's almost a mantra, these eerie names. He says them like they're the first words his human mouth ever made (and maybe they were). ] Eso, second eldest, and khuhh-Kechizu, second youngest. Eso's technique was beautiful, elegant. Kechizu, fearless and free.
[ With all this to juggle, he barely seems to mind Bakugo's hand all over his chest. (he will remember this later, surely, and agonize) ]
The least Choso could do now was make it easier for he and Bakugo both, so he stops trying to help; he just outright stops. Prioritize. Breathe. Try again. He hooks his arms over the tub rim for stability, grips the edge tight when he leans over to spit the last of the bloody water at the drain. From there, he leans back enough to allow Bakugo the room to manoeuvre with while Choso braces his knees against the tub walls. Stop. Breathe. Look at Bakugo. Don't get lost. Don't get lost. Don't get lost.
He's so busy trying to be good, he forgets to pay attention to himself outside of the ungainly limbs. Choso, he cries like he doesn't realize he's doing it, cries with fat tears rolling out to join the rivulets of water running down his face to track through the slow-seeping blood of his mark. He cries with his brows pinched up high, chin all tensed, open and ugly as a child's unabashed weeping, but he does not look away because Bakugo is asking, because Bakugo is redirecting and Choso is too fucking grateful to not follow where the hero is pointing him. ]
Noranso, Sho-oso, Tanso, Sanso, Kotsuso, and Shoso. [ It's almost a mantra, these eerie names. He says them like they're the first words his human mouth ever made (and maybe they were). ] Eso, second eldest, and khuhh-Kechizu, second youngest. Eso's technique was beautiful, elegant. Kechizu, fearless and free.
[ With all this to juggle, he barely seems to mind Bakugo's hand all over his chest. (he will remember this later, surely, and agonize) ]
[Bakugo would have stopped him. Most likely Megumi and Nobara would have as well. At least until he tried the puppy eyes. Though those don't work on Bakugo; he grew up with Izuku. But knowing his friends and brother would protest, he figures Yuji up and did this rash fucking thing without saying shit. Again. Like normal.
The thing is, as good a friend as Bakugo can be, he's also not a coddling one. Someone who shoots themself in the foot gets little sympathy from him. Anger? Plenty. If Yuji wants to do this kind of reckless shit... whatever. A dead person can't save anyone. And there's only so much of a person they can give before they run out completely. Some people won't learn that until too late, unless those who care about them stage some kind of intervention.
And they fucking listen to it... Then again, Bakugo wouldn't be getting so pissed off about it if he truly didn't care what Yuji did. Ugh, fuck it! He can't do shit for the guy now because he's taking care of Choso! That's more important. Yuji's with the doctors, they haven't killed anyone yet, but Choso's alone with him and that's where Bakugo's mind has to be!
Choso stops moving and for a second, the blonde panics the guy had a fucking seizure, heart attack, blood clot (the irony), or something worse! ... Then realizes he's just stopped struggling. DAMMIT ODANGO MESS!! SAY THAT NEXT TIME!! He leans back a bit when Choso spits the water out, then leans forward to help the man ease back against the tub again. Returning to the rinse off, he tries to keep his touches a mixture of efficient and gentle, not wanting to agitate Choso any further than he already is. Thanks for the knee spread, buddy.
Bakugo can't tell if the tears are from pain, from sadness, from something else. He can't know. All he can do is continue to watch over Choso and rinse him off, brushing at his tears from time to time to try and help. Ransacking the bathroom earlier provided some pain killers, but would those things even work on some curse technique blood link? Can't just shove Advil down someone's throat and hope it works... Fuck it, he might take the risk. It's not poison.]
Someone liked the "so" character. [Either that was a theme or the maker was pretty suck at being creative.] Kechizu was the odd one out, huh. [He refuses to believe Yuji was named by some fucked up time-skipping sperm donor madman. Maybe the parent who wasn't the damn brain got to name him. He'll keep that comment to himself.] What were their techniques? Blood Manipulation, like yours?
[Excuse him for going below the stomach, Choso. Do him a favor and don't remember his hand on your crotch. He's just rinsing off the pooled blood... Bet he's fucking wearing white.]
The thing is, as good a friend as Bakugo can be, he's also not a coddling one. Someone who shoots themself in the foot gets little sympathy from him. Anger? Plenty. If Yuji wants to do this kind of reckless shit... whatever. A dead person can't save anyone. And there's only so much of a person they can give before they run out completely. Some people won't learn that until too late, unless those who care about them stage some kind of intervention.
And they fucking listen to it... Then again, Bakugo wouldn't be getting so pissed off about it if he truly didn't care what Yuji did. Ugh, fuck it! He can't do shit for the guy now because he's taking care of Choso! That's more important. Yuji's with the doctors, they haven't killed anyone yet, but Choso's alone with him and that's where Bakugo's mind has to be!
Choso stops moving and for a second, the blonde panics the guy had a fucking seizure, heart attack, blood clot (the irony), or something worse! ... Then realizes he's just stopped struggling. DAMMIT ODANGO MESS!! SAY THAT NEXT TIME!! He leans back a bit when Choso spits the water out, then leans forward to help the man ease back against the tub again. Returning to the rinse off, he tries to keep his touches a mixture of efficient and gentle, not wanting to agitate Choso any further than he already is. Thanks for the knee spread, buddy.
Bakugo can't tell if the tears are from pain, from sadness, from something else. He can't know. All he can do is continue to watch over Choso and rinse him off, brushing at his tears from time to time to try and help. Ransacking the bathroom earlier provided some pain killers, but would those things even work on some curse technique blood link? Can't just shove Advil down someone's throat and hope it works... Fuck it, he might take the risk. It's not poison.]
Someone liked the "so" character. [Either that was a theme or the maker was pretty suck at being creative.] Kechizu was the odd one out, huh. [He refuses to believe Yuji was named by some fucked up time-skipping sperm donor madman. Maybe the parent who wasn't the damn brain got to name him. He'll keep that comment to himself.] What were their techniques? Blood Manipulation, like yours?
[Excuse him for going below the stomach, Choso. Do him a favor and don't remember his hand on your crotch. He's just rinsing off the pooled blood... Bet he's fucking wearing white.]
[ choso's head tilts at mention of 'durian', another term he runs through the old braingoogle machine, another weird nugget to examine later. (why so stinky, why eat if so stinky??) ]
I don't put shit in my mouth. That's unhygienic.
[ on anyone else, this would be a stupid joke. toppling out of choso's mouth like it is, it can be nothing less than face value. ]
I like the leafy greens. Liver. A bitter thing called 'kale'.
[ aren't those just iron-rich foods... ]
Miso.
I don't put shit in my mouth. That's unhygienic.
[ on anyone else, this would be a stupid joke. toppling out of choso's mouth like it is, it can be nothing less than face value. ]
I like the leafy greens. Liver. A bitter thing called 'kale'.
[ aren't those just iron-rich foods... ]
Miso.
[good question. some people say the taste is a lot better than the smell, though since what, 60%? of taste is due to smell, that doesn't sound like it adds up. it's more the spiky death ball fruit from above is the interesting part.
mental note: choso = shoto. incredibly socially awkward and literal.]
Fucking literal...
[he is NOT going to explain the varied nuances of the word "shit" as a curse word descriptor placeholder for things in general. nope. ask someone else.]
Kale is a leafy green. Fitting you'd like liver. Tastes like blood.
[and yeah, the iron-richness is a thing. don't introduce choso to the good friend: iron fish.]
Here.
[bakugo flips the pieces of tofu onto a small plate and passes it to choso, thumb pinning a pair of chopsticks on the side.]
Wait for it to cool down.
mental note: choso = shoto. incredibly socially awkward and literal.]
Fucking literal...
[he is NOT going to explain the varied nuances of the word "shit" as a curse word descriptor placeholder for things in general. nope. ask someone else.]
Kale is a leafy green. Fitting you'd like liver. Tastes like blood.
[and yeah, the iron-richness is a thing. don't introduce choso to the good friend: iron fish.]
Here.
[bakugo flips the pieces of tofu onto a small plate and passes it to choso, thumb pinning a pair of chopsticks on the side.]
Wait for it to cool down.
[ and it's denji's turn to give the hero a puzzled stare. is it not obvious why? was the implication just bounced off bakugou's head and he's sincerely asking why he's fond of candles now? it's one of those situations in which the half-devil finds himself so dumbfounded to the point he has no words. silence staring, and slow blink— and then he shrugged. ]
I guess ... I like how they smell.
[ hey, he's still not lying here. that's one thing denji will never start with someone he cares about, even if it's under the umbrella of white lies. he's just learning how to ... zigzag his way out of a confrontation without additional damage. okay! that's a nope for romantic candles. got it. it seemed he had to accept bakugou wasn't the type to care about those details and the glam - and suddenly denji found himself a bit lost. for a dumb reason, he started thinking about his conversation with gojo a few days back, and how everything he thought he knew about sexual attraction was just a fable. damn that ridiculous tall man for making him more confused than he already is! right, they're in bed, and bakugou is (once again) not reading the room with a more forward request. denji raised a brow, but then he thought about it and perhaps the hero had a point here— it's a bit hard to get cozy while flipping through the pages this way. he hums, lifting it a bit as if trying to brain a resolution. sadly, he came out empty-handed. ]
You're right. You think with the technology here we could make this float or something, huh?
[ ... ]
Here.
[ he decided to pass over the comic book to the other, allowing him the freedom to read at his pace since denji had already finished the first few chapters of the story— it made more sense for them to start this way. he'd wait for bakugou to accept the gesture, and now that he freed his arms, denji rolled over to the side, facing his partner, and tucked his hand under the weight of the pillow; supporting his head as he relaxed. he then shifts his gaze towards the colorful visuals of the story, keeping to himself so he won't disturb bakugou. ]
I guess ... I like how they smell.
[ hey, he's still not lying here. that's one thing denji will never start with someone he cares about, even if it's under the umbrella of white lies. he's just learning how to ... zigzag his way out of a confrontation without additional damage. okay! that's a nope for romantic candles. got it. it seemed he had to accept bakugou wasn't the type to care about those details and the glam - and suddenly denji found himself a bit lost. for a dumb reason, he started thinking about his conversation with gojo a few days back, and how everything he thought he knew about sexual attraction was just a fable. damn that ridiculous tall man for making him more confused than he already is! right, they're in bed, and bakugou is (once again) not reading the room with a more forward request. denji raised a brow, but then he thought about it and perhaps the hero had a point here— it's a bit hard to get cozy while flipping through the pages this way. he hums, lifting it a bit as if trying to brain a resolution. sadly, he came out empty-handed. ]
You're right. You think with the technology here we could make this float or something, huh?
[ ... ]
Here.
[ he decided to pass over the comic book to the other, allowing him the freedom to read at his pace since denji had already finished the first few chapters of the story— it made more sense for them to start this way. he'd wait for bakugou to accept the gesture, and now that he freed his arms, denji rolled over to the side, facing his partner, and tucked his hand under the weight of the pillow; supporting his head as he relaxed. he then shifts his gaze towards the colorful visuals of the story, keeping to himself so he won't disturb bakugou. ]
[he didn't grow up watching hallmark movies, denji. or looking at romantic things. hell, his parents talked "romantic date" at any point and bakugou was out of the room grumbling about "gross mushy crap" along the way. never wanted to be involved with trading candies, giving flowers, writing poems, lighting candles, setting the mood for amorous moments. really, denji's ironically the more experienced in this than bakugou; the half-devil's gone on dates before.]
Duh. That's usually why people light them.
[oy! just because bakugou's not linking candles with romance doesn't mean denji's shouldn't give it a try in the future and see what happens! though he's right in figuring the blonde isn't a romantic type. he knows some things. girls get swoony if you give them flowers. some guys think going out to eat is a pleasure. soft music and sitting close together can suggest the want for... uh... anyways! bakugou's not a romantic, even if he could do romantic things by choice. just never had a reason or want to choose. (did you seriously go to gojo, the playboy?!, for attraction advice?! ... rip, denji.) bakugou's had some classmates talk about girls and dates and sex, but he normally walked the fuck out when that crap started up. it's not a topic he thinks he needs to discuss with anyone but the person he's with. private.
denji's hum and the way the comic moves suggests he's trying to accommodate what bakugou said. before finally passing the book over. he takes it with a tiny grunt of surprise, a brow arching at the motion. floating book readers might be nice, but now he's thinking there's something else going on. bakugou suggested a sleepover. denji suggested comic books... which turned into cuddling. someday the half-devil's going to figure out those kinds of "sappy" words smash against bakugou's toxic masculinity trait. that or the hero's going to have to accept denji will keep using those words regardless.
he flips through to the next page, but it's only a few minutes before his eyes wander off the page to the boy lying next to him. on his eyes, bangs hanging over his forehead and sweeping his eyes in a gentle curve, handsome face soft, the bags under his eyes at least having lessened a little over time. arm under the pillow to prop his head up, expression relaxed and probably happy despite the brow-furrowing confusion a bit ago.
... bakugou drops the comic between them and promptly rolls over, one hand pinning denji's shoulder - then back - to the bed as he leans over the other boy.]
You're pretty damn cute when you try so hard. [reading comics. cuddling. looking attractive like that.]
Duh. That's usually why people light them.
[oy! just because bakugou's not linking candles with romance doesn't mean denji's shouldn't give it a try in the future and see what happens! though he's right in figuring the blonde isn't a romantic type. he knows some things. girls get swoony if you give them flowers. some guys think going out to eat is a pleasure. soft music and sitting close together can suggest the want for... uh... anyways! bakugou's not a romantic, even if he could do romantic things by choice. just never had a reason or want to choose. (did you seriously go to gojo, the playboy?!, for attraction advice?! ... rip, denji.) bakugou's had some classmates talk about girls and dates and sex, but he normally walked the fuck out when that crap started up. it's not a topic he thinks he needs to discuss with anyone but the person he's with. private.
denji's hum and the way the comic moves suggests he's trying to accommodate what bakugou said. before finally passing the book over. he takes it with a tiny grunt of surprise, a brow arching at the motion. floating book readers might be nice, but now he's thinking there's something else going on. bakugou suggested a sleepover. denji suggested comic books... which turned into cuddling. someday the half-devil's going to figure out those kinds of "sappy" words smash against bakugou's toxic masculinity trait. that or the hero's going to have to accept denji will keep using those words regardless.
he flips through to the next page, but it's only a few minutes before his eyes wander off the page to the boy lying next to him. on his eyes, bangs hanging over his forehead and sweeping his eyes in a gentle curve, handsome face soft, the bags under his eyes at least having lessened a little over time. arm under the pillow to prop his head up, expression relaxed and probably happy despite the brow-furrowing confusion a bit ago.
... bakugou drops the comic between them and promptly rolls over, one hand pinning denji's shoulder - then back - to the bed as he leans over the other boy.]
You're pretty damn cute when you try so hard. [reading comics. cuddling. looking attractive like that.]
[ fine, he will light so many candles bakugou will think he's walking into a devil summoning ritual. let's see if that will trigger a tiny bone of romance in your body, hero! jokes aside, denji will get over it. he's not the type to be discouraged that easy; it's a learning experience for him and bakugou is worth the effort to try new things, hit or miss, then try again. it's been a long day, a good one, and if they end up passing out after a few pages into the story, that's completely acceptable. that's how their first night together will go, until he watched bakugou throw away his precious comic book and before he could say anything- he was being pushed to his back with the other boy hovering over him a bit. oh, hm ...
confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
[he will put MOST of them out with a fucking well-placed explosion for being a damn fire hazard. though it'll probably get the idea across at least. are you the kind to put rose petals all over your satin sheets, denji? once they get closer, bakugo will find more tolerance of denji's attempts to try new things, though his opinions and judgements of said new things aren't gonna get any less blunt. "it's stupid" will be the decision, though that's not a demand to never do it again. because the results will be the same. "it's stupid" murmured against denji's lips or as bakugo looks up at him from his back on the... bed or floor or whatever. the comic's not discarded callously. this boy is a collector and he's not about to chuck someone's precious book on the floor. it's safe on the bed, resting to the side now, with bakugo aware of its presence so as not to bend or crush it with the sudden position change. he's conscientious (nerd) like that.
but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
that's a good question.]
You.
[right in the jugular.]
but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
that's a good question.]
You.
[right in the jugular.]
I don't know anything about flirting aside from what I've seen in the movies ...
[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
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