[he will put MOST of them out with a fucking well-placed explosion for being a damn fire hazard. though it'll probably get the idea across at least. are you the kind to put rose petals all over your satin sheets, denji? once they get closer, bakugo will find more tolerance of denji's attempts to try new things, though his opinions and judgements of said new things aren't gonna get any less blunt. "it's stupid" will be the decision, though that's not a demand to never do it again. because the results will be the same. "it's stupid" murmured against denji's lips or as bakugo looks up at him from his back on the... bed or floor or whatever. the comic's not discarded callously. this boy is a collector and he's not about to chuck someone's precious book on the floor. it's safe on the bed, resting to the side now, with bakugo aware of its presence so as not to bend or crush it with the sudden position change. he's conscientious (nerd) like that.
but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
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but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
that's a good question.]
You.
[right in the jugular.]