[ one thing about denji is that he didn't know how to care for himself but was quite skillful with others. whether it was a reflection of what he wished he could've had growing up or he's naturally the type to be nurturing to the small circle of people he cares about— denji always adapted better as the one offering comfort in contrast to receiving it. so, yes, he will learn his way around bakugou when he's going through any difficulty. with power/pochita, it was physical reassurance. with aki, it's sharing space in silence. with nayuta, it's verbal affirmation. with bakugou? it would be exciting to find out how he can be there for him. should he reach out for a hug? maybe ask if he wants to talk about it? invite him to the training grounds and let out some steam? fuck him? or simply be around him and remind him that he's not alone in this. denji will do anything and everything.
the offer to prepare a bath for him never fails to warm up his aching heart; it's so homey and denji is not sure he would ever get used to how comforting it is to know someone is waiting for him. it would've been a cute way to end their conversation— until that happened. this is a murder attempt. considering how he's suffering through a fucking heatwave, he didn't need his body temperature to rise from a spicy text. the rush of blood through his veins almost made him dizzy, and he broke into sweat already. he fanned himself with his hand, face turning reddish, grinning.
kacchan is playing dirty ♥ ]
i'll take that as a promise.
[ bakugou can't expect himself to tease and not get dragged into it, so that's on him. it's safe to say the remaining of the shift was- ... hell. it's hot, people are dumb or talking too much, and the hours won't pass by. the entire time he's on duty, his only motivation to keep going is the idea of getting into the cool bathtub with a very naked bakugou by his side, or on top ... hmm. denji truly tried not to entertain that thought further, especially when he was in the middle of an investigation or arresting someone. yeah, that was a long, long shift.
hours later, bakugou got that text, and after a few extra minutes— denji made it back to the base, pushing the door open with his elbow and squeezing himself in, each hand holding into something. one carried their dinner while the other hauled a bigger bag containing new sets of bedding and a feather-fluffed pillow. since they tended to share denji's in previous nights, he figured his boyfriend would be comfortable with his own pillow moving forward. he placed the loot on the dining table, quick to reach out to loosen the tie and unbutton the collar of his uniform, sleeves tugged up, face freshly sunkissed and glistening in sweat with his blonde kinks sticking to his skin. what a mess. with all the heaving and panting, the half-devil was hating every second of this shitty climate.
whether they were alone or some of their fellow everlight were around, denji didn't give a shit. they're public now since the vegas trip. if bakugou wanted a more modest approach to dating, it wouldn't happen. denji didn't have a filter. ]
I crave- [ too loud, sir. ] -a cold drink, a cold bath, and a welcoming kiss.
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the offer to prepare a bath for him never fails to warm up his aching heart; it's so homey and denji is not sure he would ever get used to how comforting it is to know someone is waiting for him. it would've been a cute way to end their conversation— until that happened. this is a murder attempt. considering how he's suffering through a fucking heatwave, he didn't need his body temperature to rise from a spicy text. the rush of blood through his veins almost made him dizzy, and he broke into sweat already. he fanned himself with his hand, face turning reddish, grinning.
kacchan is playing dirty ♥ ]
i'll take that as a promise.
[ bakugou can't expect himself to tease and not get dragged into it, so that's on him. it's safe to say the remaining of the shift was- ... hell. it's hot, people are dumb or talking too much, and the hours won't pass by. the entire time he's on duty, his only motivation to keep going is the idea of getting into the cool bathtub with a very naked bakugou by his side, or on top ... hmm. denji truly tried not to entertain that thought further, especially when he was in the middle of an investigation or arresting someone. yeah, that was a long, long shift.
hours later, bakugou got that text, and after a few extra minutes— denji made it back to the base, pushing the door open with his elbow and squeezing himself in, each hand holding into something. one carried their dinner while the other hauled a bigger bag containing new sets of bedding and a feather-fluffed pillow. since they tended to share denji's in previous nights, he figured his boyfriend would be comfortable with his own pillow moving forward. he placed the loot on the dining table, quick to reach out to loosen the tie and unbutton the collar of his uniform, sleeves tugged up, face freshly sunkissed and glistening in sweat with his blonde kinks sticking to his skin. what a mess. with all the heaving and panting, the half-devil was hating every second of this shitty climate.
whether they were alone or some of their fellow everlight were around, denji didn't give a shit. they're public now since the vegas trip. if bakugou wanted a more modest approach to dating, it wouldn't happen. denji didn't have a filter. ]
I crave- [ too loud, sir. ] -a cold drink, a cold bath, and a welcoming kiss.