[ 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 ...
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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. ]