[ he had no idea what was going on through bakugou's mind, yet he had a feeling something was up. sorta. this might be the first time denji sensed the series of questions was following a certain pattern, starting from the living situation with aki to ... loyalty. then again, he did bring it up to begin with, insisting that they both should start fresh, and— it just hit him that was an interesting thing to say.
start what? well, he knew he was starting something, this was a new territory in which he had asked bakugou for permission to share it with him, but it never crossed his mind that his partner was equally inexperienced as well. he didn't know why he thought he was the one falling behind here. it might have to do with the sheer confidence the other boy had in knowing what he wants when he wants it and making sure to fucking get it. it felt like the gap between them was a bit too high; with one side established and secured while the other is clawing up the wall in the hope of keeping up.
truth is: denji kinda loves it.
he loved there were no rules to be followed in this game of courtship, and that's how he perceived it. bakugou is still - not within reach, whether the hero is aware of it or not. which is an odd fucking statement considering how close they are but there's still a barrier that denji is eager to break. it's not a matter of whether the half-devil is ready or not, he's ready ... but is bakugou ready for the baggage that will come along? he still doesn't know anything about denji. nothing profound.
it's not like denji is purposely hiding it— he just wants to enjoy this longer ... before it all breaks apart. he wants to enjoy the way he pulls the other boy into the embrace as they greet each other by the door. the way he did not care if they were still, somewhat, out in the corridor and bakugou's arms were busy carrying his belongings for the sleepover. he wants to enjoy having the motivation to smile the way he is right now, eyes close and cheeks warm; this might be the closest identification to what others call 'happiness'. how are they supposed to share such intimacy if bakugou knew the absolute mess of a creature denji is?
he squeezed, sighing, a little more— he then pulled his head back enough and kissed bakugou on the cheek.
happy birthday, katsuki. for real now. since they're finally alone. ]
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start what? well, he knew he was starting something, this was a new territory in which he had asked bakugou for permission to share it with him, but it never crossed his mind that his partner was equally inexperienced as well. he didn't know why he thought he was the one falling behind here. it might have to do with the sheer confidence the other boy had in knowing what he wants when he wants it and making sure to fucking get it. it felt like the gap between them was a bit too high; with one side established and secured while the other is clawing up the wall in the hope of keeping up.
truth is: denji kinda loves it.
he loved there were no rules to be followed in this game of courtship, and that's how he perceived it. bakugou is still - not within reach, whether the hero is aware of it or not. which is an odd fucking statement considering how close they are but there's still a barrier that denji is eager to break. it's not a matter of whether the half-devil is ready or not, he's ready ... but is bakugou ready for the baggage that will come along? he still doesn't know anything about denji. nothing profound.
it's not like denji is purposely hiding it— he just wants to enjoy this longer ... before it all breaks apart. he wants to enjoy the way he pulls the other boy into the embrace as they greet each other by the door. the way he did not care if they were still, somewhat, out in the corridor and bakugou's arms were busy carrying his belongings for the sleepover. he wants to enjoy having the motivation to smile the way he is right now, eyes close and cheeks warm; this might be the closest identification to what others call 'happiness'. how are they supposed to share such intimacy if bakugou knew the absolute mess of a creature denji is?
he squeezed, sighing, a little more— he then pulled his head back enough and kissed bakugou on the cheek.
happy birthday, katsuki. for real now. since they're finally alone. ]