[honestly it's a musing question that came up because of what denji brought up, but doesn't have much bearing on either of them. neither had a special someone left behind at home, and while both of them had attraction and/or crushes on people here, each other included, there were no claims either.
bakugou's left thinking about the "what if" aspects of relationships when it came to getting shunted off into a new dimension while your original self carried on back home while "you" never existed. denji said "start new" and what the hell does that even cover? life? career? reputation? no one (generally) knew who they were in this new world. they could do whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted, and no one would know the difference. bakugou could've opted to become a chef in this world (fucking unlikely as it is) and nothing could stop him from that course.
what if you married someone you didn't like, or dated someone but had curiosities about the other gender, or were too much a prude back home to do anything? while denji dwells on his own inexperience at relationships, bakugou's thinking stupid thoughts about unknown potential possibilities. maybe it's best he picks up his pace and gets to denji's room quickly so they can shove those thoughts out of the blonde's spiky head.
there's a mild relief when he kicks the door, alerting his partner that he's arrived before the text even goes out. sure, he'd yell at anyone who kicked his door, but bakugou's never been one for equal treatment in that kind of way. kick his door, get yelled at for being noisy. kick your door, it's because he thought you might've gone deaf so shut up and get moving already. he's a fun ball of logic.]
You- mph! [what the hell, denji?! you don't just open your door and drag someone into a fucking hug! but that's exactly what he does and bakugou finds himself squished up against those ripcord pecs again. bag of stuff hanging off to the side at least. dammit, they're still mostly out in the hallway too.] Get inside, idiot.
[growling at him, he braces a foot and pushes forward, pushing denji backwards into his room, but not trying to break the embrace as an exchange. it's impossible not to notice the way denji's smiling though, a beautiful image with his eyes close and cheeks rounded as he enjoys the moment. there's something pretty damn amazing about the sight, since the half-devil is usually bouncing between haggard tired and a casual kind of calm. maybe a smug little charm of smile. this is the first time bakugou's ever seen him look sunshine happy... and it's pretty cute.
you know, until denji draws back and kisses him on the cheek. it immediately brings heat to bakugou's face and he kicks the door shut behind him.] Grrr... bastard. Trying to squeeze me to death?
[but he does toss his bag to denji's bed so he can get his arm around the other boy's waist for a quick return embrace as well.
...
... and leans in to kiss him on the lips soon after.]
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bakugou's left thinking about the "what if" aspects of relationships when it came to getting shunted off into a new dimension while your original self carried on back home while "you" never existed. denji said "start new" and what the hell does that even cover? life? career? reputation? no one (generally) knew who they were in this new world. they could do whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted, and no one would know the difference. bakugou could've opted to become a chef in this world (fucking unlikely as it is) and nothing could stop him from that course.
what if you married someone you didn't like, or dated someone but had curiosities about the other gender, or were too much a prude back home to do anything? while denji dwells on his own inexperience at relationships, bakugou's thinking stupid thoughts about unknown potential possibilities. maybe it's best he picks up his pace and gets to denji's room quickly so they can shove those thoughts out of the blonde's spiky head.
there's a mild relief when he kicks the door, alerting his partner that he's arrived before the text even goes out. sure, he'd yell at anyone who kicked his door, but bakugou's never been one for equal treatment in that kind of way. kick his door, get yelled at for being noisy. kick your door, it's because he thought you might've gone deaf so shut up and get moving already. he's a fun ball of logic.]
You- mph! [what the hell, denji?! you don't just open your door and drag someone into a fucking hug! but that's exactly what he does and bakugou finds himself squished up against those ripcord pecs again. bag of stuff hanging off to the side at least. dammit, they're still mostly out in the hallway too.] Get inside, idiot.
[growling at him, he braces a foot and pushes forward, pushing denji backwards into his room, but not trying to break the embrace as an exchange. it's impossible not to notice the way denji's smiling though, a beautiful image with his eyes close and cheeks rounded as he enjoys the moment. there's something pretty damn amazing about the sight, since the half-devil is usually bouncing between haggard tired and a casual kind of calm. maybe a smug little charm of smile. this is the first time bakugou's ever seen him look sunshine happy... and it's pretty cute.
you know, until denji draws back and kisses him on the cheek. it immediately brings heat to bakugou's face and he kicks the door shut behind him.] Grrr... bastard. Trying to squeeze me to death?
[but he does toss his bag to denji's bed so he can get his arm around the other boy's waist for a quick return embrace as well.
...
... and leans in to kiss him on the lips soon after.]