[gross. what a romantic. katsuki's going to wonder what sort of books denji's stumbled his way into for having those kind of thoughts. he may not be good at giving his boyfriend PDA, but when they're alone, it's a lot easier. private displays of affection. does stripping down count as a PDA? not sure, but that's what's going on between the two of them. none of this is surprising. denji's never been able to see the injury-then-scar initially bared without a pang lancing behind his tawny eyes; katsuki's seen it plenty of times. there's no escaping the feeling of guilt and need for some atonement. he knows that sensation full well in his own life. but dwelling in the pain of the past isn't going to help anyone. what happened happened, katsuki doesn't fault denji for it in the slightest, and will tell him that as many times as it takes if/whenever the other boy brings the topic to bare. in the future, perhaps the medical technology of this world will make scarring obsolete, but he won't be asking them to remove it. only denji has the permission to ask for it to be done away with, and even that would require some discussion between them.
water pours and sluices down his boyfriend's naked body. on his feet, standing in the tub, as if in a scrambled flash that saw him reclined to upright in a moment. katsuki neither starts nor snarls at the response, only remains where he is outside the tub, looking up at his tall partner before him. if this is what he needs, to be smote fully in the face by the evidence of his brainwashed actions, then fine. look at it, touch it, burn for it, but don't let it destroy you. he watches denji's face, focusing on his eyes and his expression. when katsuki started u.a., he thought scars were marks of weakness, evidence of shameful failures to dodge or block or fight back properly. but his mind changed the more he experienced, as izuku broke himself using his quirk and shoto's face bore testament of his abused past. by the time katsuki got his own scars, they were no longer symbols of defeat, but rather poof of strength, that you survived, and those marks left their stories on your body that you decided what and how to learn from them as you went forward.
what does denji think when he reaches out and runs his fingers along the scar left on katsuki's body? guilt, of course, pain, yes, but will he ever see it someday and realize it wasn't done on purpose? who knows. the future will tell. denji's much stronger now than he was at the start of this life here. still damaged, still hurting, but also healing, also improving each day he lived. katsuki takes in the half-devil's body, strong and lean, healthier than before, definitions beneath smooth skin that spoke to someone moving forward in his life. it's not just pochita in his heart that gave the boy his new lease on existence. he has a dream, many dreams, beating within his chest. as katsuki meets denji's eyes again, looking upon the fading guilt as its replaced with warm affection and passion, he knows they'll be fine.
he rests his hand in denji's hair as the other man mouths across the scar, leaving that arm to hang for now as his fingers card through the damn sandy blonde locks. the kisses feel good, scar tissue not enough to kill the nerves beneath. katsuki curls his hand into a fist, just to flex his bicep under denji's lips, a bit of a show off, a bit of a promise. before letting his hand slide down the boy's head, along the slope of his neck, and come to rest on the curve of his trape once the half-devil's back to his full height. that arm around his waist feels ni-
wait a secon-] OY! [don't just haul him off his feet, dammit! he's not some mannequin for lugging around! katsuki grips onto denji's shoulder instinctively, legs tucking quickly so he doesn't bang his feet against the tub he's hoisted over. they hit the water with two splashes soon after, finding the chill nothing unpleasant due to the heat of the day. yeah, he had the idea of sitting on the rim, but now he's in the tub and denji's got him flush to his body. wet and cool compared to the warmth beneath his skin.
he scowls up at his boyfriend, face a pink mess from the sensation and feelings. excuse you, he could've figured that out pretty damn easily. the only real question had been chest to chest or back to chest, which is now answered. katsuki gently fists denji's hair at the back of his head and gives it a slight tug, tilting the taller boy's chin up so he can lean in and bite him on the throat. nothing hard, tongue lazily lapping over the already-fading mark a few seconds later, before he lets go of his hair in acceptance.] Then sit back down.
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water pours and sluices down his boyfriend's naked body. on his feet, standing in the tub, as if in a scrambled flash that saw him reclined to upright in a moment. katsuki neither starts nor snarls at the response, only remains where he is outside the tub, looking up at his tall partner before him. if this is what he needs, to be smote fully in the face by the evidence of his brainwashed actions, then fine. look at it, touch it, burn for it, but don't let it destroy you. he watches denji's face, focusing on his eyes and his expression. when katsuki started u.a., he thought scars were marks of weakness, evidence of shameful failures to dodge or block or fight back properly. but his mind changed the more he experienced, as izuku broke himself using his quirk and shoto's face bore testament of his abused past. by the time katsuki got his own scars, they were no longer symbols of defeat, but rather poof of strength, that you survived, and those marks left their stories on your body that you decided what and how to learn from them as you went forward.
what does denji think when he reaches out and runs his fingers along the scar left on katsuki's body? guilt, of course, pain, yes, but will he ever see it someday and realize it wasn't done on purpose? who knows. the future will tell. denji's much stronger now than he was at the start of this life here. still damaged, still hurting, but also healing, also improving each day he lived. katsuki takes in the half-devil's body, strong and lean, healthier than before, definitions beneath smooth skin that spoke to someone moving forward in his life. it's not just pochita in his heart that gave the boy his new lease on existence. he has a dream, many dreams, beating within his chest. as katsuki meets denji's eyes again, looking upon the fading guilt as its replaced with warm affection and passion, he knows they'll be fine.
he rests his hand in denji's hair as the other man mouths across the scar, leaving that arm to hang for now as his fingers card through the damn sandy blonde locks. the kisses feel good, scar tissue not enough to kill the nerves beneath. katsuki curls his hand into a fist, just to flex his bicep under denji's lips, a bit of a show off, a bit of a promise. before letting his hand slide down the boy's head, along the slope of his neck, and come to rest on the curve of his trape once the half-devil's back to his full height. that arm around his waist feels ni-
wait a secon-] OY! [don't just haul him off his feet, dammit! he's not some mannequin for lugging around! katsuki grips onto denji's shoulder instinctively, legs tucking quickly so he doesn't bang his feet against the tub he's hoisted over. they hit the water with two splashes soon after, finding the chill nothing unpleasant due to the heat of the day. yeah, he had the idea of sitting on the rim, but now he's in the tub and denji's got him flush to his body. wet and cool compared to the warmth beneath his skin.
he scowls up at his boyfriend, face a pink mess from the sensation and feelings. excuse you, he could've figured that out pretty damn easily. the only real question had been chest to chest or back to chest, which is now answered. katsuki gently fists denji's hair at the back of his head and gives it a slight tug, tilting the taller boy's chin up so he can lean in and bite him on the throat. nothing hard, tongue lazily lapping over the already-fading mark a few seconds later, before he lets go of his hair in acceptance.] Then sit back down.