[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?
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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?