[ 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. ]
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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. ]