i don't know LILITH. i only know makima and what she can do.
in the end, i don't care if she comes for me. the contract is an agreement between us not to get others involved. i don't want people dying because of me ...
[ he didn't want to spend his days in this neon city living in fear and stressing over who she would target next, it felt best to make a deal with the devil instead. even if that involved him being civil with makima, exchanging small talk, following up, and maintaining some form of contact— denji will do it. it started out of fear of aki getting hurt again, then progressed to the half-devil growing fond of his everlight teammates and then, of course, bakugou. he will fucking lose his mind if anyone touches a single hair of his boyfriend.
so there are no regrets about making that deal. none. ]
nothing weird happened so far. i guess it's working ...
[he leaves that simple statement to summarize the paradox denji's put himself in. if makima comes for denji, katsuki will give way more than just a shit about it.
having his boyfriend contracted to someone who'd abuse him, someone who he's now beholden to, someone who scares him, doesn't sit right with him. because if makima demands protection when denji would've given it to the hero, suddenly that makes him choose. and who the hell's to say that someone like makima won't do such a thing deliberately...
besides, katsuki doesn't like the idea of some kinda damn "contract" between people anyways. despite being a responsible person who abides by the laws, he despises slavery in any kind of form. maybe it can be seen as a business transaction, just like signing onto a pro hero's agency, but... the lingering shackling concept of it bothers him.
his own thoughts aside, all katsuki can go on is what denji says now. nothing's happened so far. it's not technically his business to get involved in that either. and he just promised his boyfriend not to do so. unless given reason. he'll abide by that, caveat included.]
[ a simple statement yet it meant a lot to denji; especially when he's still trying to get used to the idea of someone giving a shit about him to this extent. until that day, any verbal expression of affection will always surprise him and make him fluster.
ah, right. he's asking if there is anything else worth adding— still oblivious to how bakugou feels about the entire thing. of course, the hero wouldn't be happy about the exchange, but denji still believes it's a decent deal. makima didn't ask for anything too insane. just protection. he can do that. hmm ... ]
no. that's all you need to know to stay safe. the rest is plenty of unanswered questions that i'll deal with.
[ as of now, this was enough sharing. for the sake of not overwhelming bakugou with the utter haze he goes through whenever makima is around. he indeed fears her, but he also doesn't hate her— and a very fucked up part of him still wishes she would settle in this city and find her happiness. this might have to do with him struggling to separate the old control devil from the new one, but ... yeah, let's not get into that at this moment. ]
on a much lighter note .... the carrot cake in this cafe is really good 🥕
[ hey, might as well get himself a treat to tame how uncomfortable this conversation is making him feel. ]
[he won't get into the ramifications of that today. this is more for denji's comfort right now than for katsuki's. let the half-devil get this off his chest and move forward. they can return to it another day. one thing at a time, right? so long as his boyfriend knows he cares, and won't let him do something stupid without yelling about it, that's good enough for the young hero for now.]
uh-huh. i always stay safe.
[sure he does. just like how he's always calm and rational. katsuki wonders what other questions denji has to ask, whether they're for him or someone else, but lets the matter drop. semi-reluctantly. he already said he didn't want everything thrown on him at once. katsuki's not had interaction with makima and doesn't see himself doing so now. not unless denji's involved in some manner.]
[ the words are not wording, but bakugou is a smart lad that would get the little (friendly) jab here. it would be super nice if the hero would be a bit less reckless when he's out there throwing hands— but, hey. denji will always be the selfish brat who would favor his boyfriend over the succession of a stupid mission.
bakugou gets a picture soon after with the half-devil posing with a very uncreative peace sign, cheeks full of cake, and the scenery behind him will give the impression the place didn't seem like a popular spot. cheap food can be hella tasty sometimes, you know. ]
i'm guessing you're in the base swimming in a pool of your sweat. if so, i would love to see it.
[he knows what denji's getting at and he's returning with a grumpy snark in exchange. there's no way that he'll be staying off the battlefield, and he's not about to hide behind denji either. but the half-devil is one of the few who has the ability (permission) to get katsuki to stand down on word alone. despite his battle style seeming reckless, he almost always goes in with a plan and a very capable ability to avoid damage. almost always. injuries are part of battle.
denji won't get yelled at as much for taking a hit meant for katsuki though. so long as he's fine getting that ripcord pulled as soon as the blonde makes it to him. anyways...
he arches a brow at the picture sent his way. nah, it's not creative, but it's also denji's go-to sign, so it's come tom mean (to katsuki) the other boy's okay and feeling better. it's a good sign. look, an out of the way spot to relax in without people bustling around is a good find.]
it's too hot to go outside and do shit!
[but yeah, he'll send a picture. left (scarred) shoulder, pectoral, top of his left abs, neck, some of his sternum, bicep, a nice square click of sweaty shirtless muscle with some beads of sweat accidentally caught aesthetic.]
[ he is 100% fine to have bakugou pull on that ripcord anytime. perhaps he should declare that hidden kink more publicly, or not. he's certain the other isn't oblivious to it. while denji will continue keeping an eye on the other during the missions, it didn't mean he wants that boy to fucking retire. it's an absolute treat to join dynamight's side in action. it's insanely fun to match such an explosive energy but, yeah, when the situation begs for it— he will have to step in and remind the hero there are times when he should prioritize his own well-being. there is no shame in it; even denji could use a smack to the head when he's pushing his luck.
now, to far more important, pressing, top priority matters: the picture.
denji digs into his cake, still chewing with a growing smirk. okay, it's a picture. it's perfectly normal to be a bit giddy with it; appreciate bakugou has a killer physique and then shake it off. except, as he went for another bite, he could feel the burn in his cheeks and that's when he rolled his eyes with a grunt. oh, for fucks sake ...
IT WASN'T EVEN A PROPER LEWD PICTURE. then, why?! right, just gonna swat that visual away and store it in the media folder. begone— until the weather allows hot skin-to-skin action. or, when he's not in public. ]
you're probably the only guy who could make being this sweaty attractive. fucking hell, katsuki. keep the bedroom door locked.
[he's not going to pull it anytime since while it does heal denji, it also sprouts the chainsaws. don't wanna do that out in public and have gore all over the damn dinner table. or bathroom stall. or wherever they are. nah, he'll keep it to battle-related things and just mess around with it during their more intimate times. unless they really wanna get kinky. chainsaw man is a part of denji after all and bakugo's attracted to denji. no part left out. but during battles, he'll work with his partner like he always has, just even better than before. trading off as they need to, working new team attacks, training together so they can capitalize on each other's power and fighting style. (you bet your ass he's dragged denji to training.) all of that later then.
when he's not sending weird pictures to his boyfriend, something denji's had a bit of a habit requesting.
OF COURSE IT'S NOT A PROPER LEWD PICTURE!! denji asked to see sweat! he's lucky bakugo didn't just take a picture of the damp bed sheets to be a dick to him. is he proud of himself for ribbing on his boyfriend's patience and naughty thoughts? yep! it's fun to tease him. especially since the guy's in a better mood now.
no apologies if it's making the other boy difficult down below.]
water never hurt an attractive guy, right? haa? i always keep it locked!
[ the worst part is- ... it's pure desire, with zero planning. which is the most dangerous combo when the kink itself is hazardous and the one wielding it doesn't have a solid strategy to keep his partner safe. it will be a chaotic fail unless denji actually, you know, thinks about it, do the math, instead of following blind cravings. as tempting as that might be, he wouldn't want to repeat the vegas stunt. and yet, he still had the habit of entertaining random urges when the hero toys with the cord. hell, at times during the mission, when bakugou gives it a tug and gets covered in gore, he would find himself fantasizing about shoving that massive tongue down the other boy's throat until he fucking gags. he might do it one day, maybe not when actual kaijus are around and the risk is too high of an ambush. maybe when the training session is lasting way too long and he'd want to harass his boyfriend into getting kicked out. here's an idea for next time— heh.
wait, why the fuck is he thinking about this now? denji knew this is the beginning of the domino effect, triggered by that damn selfie. which is not surprising since his brain has found solace from the stressful thoughts of makima terrorizing him in the city, happy to center its focus on something else. denji will allow it, closing his eyes and leaning back on his seat— he toys with the last piece of the cake with his fork. ]
good. keep it locked. if your hero buddy agrees to help, you're free to spend the night in my room. but, you gotta come in shirtless too. even if you won't be as sweaty.
[ oh, he thinks he's soooo smooth. denji has a questionable smile on his face- until he realized he's in a fucking cafe and someone might catch him being in a mood. ugh. ]
no, i mean- since we're like ... official and all. we should be sharing a bed more often. just saying. that's the law of the land.
[it's not that bakugou doesn't find denji attractive when he's in chainsaw man mode. even the idea of kissing him with all those sharp teeth doesn't faze him. no, it's more how the hell to do that without getting a chainsaw rammed through his own forehead. like making out with a fucking demon unicorn man. alas, those thoughts have been few and far between, mostly because chainsaw man is on his mind during battles, when sex is decidedly not. and playing with the cord during sex still tends to be done with denji in mind. he makes really nice faces when bakugou messes with his cord. maybe one day he'll dick around the dangle while going down on his boyfriend's dick. see if that leaves the half-devil a writhing mess or more. for all it seems bakugou's a straightlace, he has his kinky side.
if that side's making it harder for denji to sit around in the cafe without closing his legs or scooting his hips further under the table, so fucking be it. he deserves it for asking for the picture. he knew what he was doing.]
huh? what the hell is half-n-half helping with?
[don't bring up another guy when they're having an undercurrent of sexual tension here!]
i'll come in whatever i want. you like taking my shirt off.
[he's calling him out on that one. the other part... leaves him hot in the face, and it's not from the temperature outside. dammit, denji, bringing it up like that.]
[ HE HONESTLY— wasn't aiming to get a mini boner over a selfie today. TRUTHFULLY! he was expecting to see a guy sweating and looking like he had better days, maybe his first ever 'bad' selfie of bakugou, but that backfired on him. it's kinda baffling since it was timid, in contrast to the spicy ones the hero shared in the past. maybe because it's been a while. after all, the shit that happened in vegas can kill a couple's sex drive since one side is feeling horrible guilt and the other is giving him the time he needs to ride it out.
right. let's not think about that. ]
to cool off the room. we talked about it. so, you'll have better rest in my room tonight.
[ to be fair, he was talking about shoto's icy powers, not him per se. huff. yeah, he will not deny that he does enjoy liberating bakugou's body from the chains of fabric, deeming them unnecessary when they're alone, but very necessary when they're not. ]
yeah, we do. but- it should be more. why should we sleep in empty beds on those other days? it's not like i snore or anything.
[considering denji's asked for sexy pictures before, and this one was kind of worded sexy, guess what? he gets a non-sexy-but-actually-sexy picture! then again, if your boyfriend sends a picture that's remotely attractive, it's got a risk of being sexy regardless. this is the guy he's fucking after all. katsuki's never gonna give denji a "bad" selfie. though considering he makes gremlin faces whenever people take pictures of him, that's up for debate... all this class photos have him scowling, frowning, glaring, snarling, shouting, slasher grin. you know. nothing NICE.
denji's got his work cut out for him.
and vegas definitely killed the sex drive for a while. injuries didn't help the emotional problems. so long as denji still spent the night with him, for the most part, katsuki's been fine without boning.]
you're gonna end up with water all over the place!
[have you SEEN how todoroki ices over something, denji?! GLACIER!! ICE CAVE!! ARCTIC BLAST!!
at least katsuki's not constantly walking around shirtless. though he does tank top a lot due to the heat.]
get a king-sized bed and i'll think about it.
[sorry, babe. he does like his own room and his own space. dating doesn't mean living together.
... but he will tack on another day for sleeping over going forward.]
[ even the pictures with bakugou acting like an angry troll are still attractive to denji, so— he can never win with the bad selfie. ugh. ]
at least my room will cool off for a bit. i don't think you understand how much i hate this.
[ the water will probably evaporate from the heatwave and problem solved. well, not really, but denji couldn't imagine spending another night sweating into his mattress and feeling like a pile of goo. it's either he gets trapped inside an ice cave or he rents a place with running air conditioning. this is where he will spend his money with no regrets.
he rolled his eyes at bakugou's excuse. it's not the damn bed, he's just— a non traditional lover, right? the hero didn't like soft gestures, flowers, or those sexy jazz tunes. maybe he should impress him by offering him the head of the next kaiju they fight. denji might have a better chance wooing him like that (and no, the courting doesn't end just because they're official. sucks for you, kacchan). he'll do this next time, and he'll see. ]
a king-sized bed to sleep alone in? no thanks. i'll ask shoto to make an ice sculpture with your shape to cuddle it.
[ it's a joke. a bitter one, but a joke. he will respect his boundaries. ]
i'm off to fight crimes and bust some evildoers. don't die sweating.
[it's not like denji has given katsuki a picture he doesn't like. then again, he's not out there asking for a ton of them. mostly because he'd rather just meet with him than get a picture.]
they said they're getting the electricity fixed in the next few days. besides, once the generator's up and running in the base, we'll be fine.
[water does not evaporate that fast, denji. not with the amount of ice todoroki's going to put down to make the room a walk-in freezer. katsuki can understand why his boyfriend's irritated about the weather. he's not alone. it's fucking ridiculous and the blonde's had to deal with waking up in the night just to get a damn drink so he doesn't wake up a fucking mummy. or raisin. renting a place with ac, however... katsuki has not thought of that.
sorry, denji. katsuki's a real bear when it comes to wooing. he's gotten better at the sexy jazz, even if he thinks it's stupid, but soft gestures and flowers would still get the stink eye. that said, denji doesn't need to offer a kaiju head; katsuki is almost always impressed by his boyfriend. just seeing him fight, the improvements he's made in his life, so much about denji he's come to quietly admire. it's why he's dating him. one of the... many reasons.
that said-]
WHAT?! IF YOU DO, I'LL BITE ITS FUCKING HEAD OFF!!
[don't ask his classmate to make ice models of him for you to spoon! but he does recognize the undercurrent there, so denji's not getting away so easily.]
it really means that much to you to sleep next to me, huh.
[ 'few days' is still way too damn long, but denji bitched about the heat issue for way too much already. it's not like whining would resolve anything. at least he had a few ideas in mind and if shoto's ice quirk isn't as helpful then he will bounce to plan B. all he has to do is keep bakugou updated with his shenanigans and whereabouts. the reaction to the kacchan's ice sculpture made him chuckle a bit as he moved to pay for his little snack. ]
bite the head off. it's fine. so long as its perky chest and curves stay untouched 😏
[ did he just sexualize a piece of fucking ice? yes, he did. no shame. they're just messing with each other. the question that follows, though, is no laughing matter. denji had the choice to spit out the long answer or the short one; for the sake of not spoiling the lighthearted mood, he'll take it easy. ]
the fact you even asked is kinda insulting, hero. of course it is. you're my favorite person. you're my safe space.
[ he could've said 'i like you' or 'you're fun to be around', and while that's all true, it won't justify why he wanted bakugou to be with him during the long, lonely hours— when the thoughts thrive in the silence, and when denji felt the most vulnerable and scared of his future. they might leave this city in any given second like the others, it didn't make sense to waste time. after all, time is a privilege they don't have.
regardless, it is important to remind himself that bakugou's comfort is crucial, too. so, no, he won't push for it. ]
2 times a week is fine, though. i'll abuse the hell out of it.
[whining doesn't solve anything, but it does make people feel better when they can vent, rather than stuffing it all inside and pretending everything's fine. katsuki has no doubt shoto's plan to ice over the room will work out fine. it'll keep the room cool enough denji will probably be bundled up in a fucking blanket. when it melts, however, then the problems will arise. soaking the floors, the desk, the bed, whatever else denji has on the ground... there are other options, including a massive ice sculpture inside a pan or something to catch the water while it cools down the room.]
YOU'RE NOT GONNA FUCKING SPOON AGAINST A SCULPTURE OF ME!!
[what if someone gives denji a 3D figure of him or some damn dakimakura?! is he gonna cuddle that instead? ugh, no one ever said katsuki was immune to petty jealousy. and now that they've upgraded to boyfriends, apparently that jade slice is a lot more prevalent in flaring up at issues like these. maybe it is messing around, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness present that ends with an obvious-yet-important question katsuki wants answered straight to his face.
proverbial face.]
i didn't ask.
[you're my safe space. that says a lot more than denji could've said otherwise. no essay or lengthy explanation. only a quiet truth revealing the kind of importance that lies on their time together. it's not lewd or pride, but rather the same kind of want katsuki remembers denji feels when he fell asleep with pochita in his arms. a comfortable presence that assures him everything will be all right. that he's going to be all right.
and while katsuki knows he won't be able to spend each night with denji, the nights he's here and able to. he has his own comfort to be conscious of, and yet...]
[ he's kinda into it right now. maybe it's the fact he's currently melting under the scorching heat and the thought of an icy, curvy, and gorgeous figure pressed against his body is making him feel all sorts of delights. the fact katsuki seemed somewhat annoyed by it is adorable. is he honestly jealous over an item? a thing?! a kacchan dakimakura does sound hella tempting. will denji get one? ... yes. will he be happy about it being sold to the public and other outsiders? fuck no. the thought of it in someone else's sweaty hands will drive him mad. so, for both their sake, let's hope this city will not introduce something as scandalous.
at times, he does appreciate bakugou's emotional intelligence— it's reserved, sometimes hard to pinpoint but not overwhelming, which is essential when dealing with someone like denji. in a sense, he can see the half-devil's flaws but he doesn't shame him for it, and in return bakugou understood the significance behind every expression when the moment begs for it. a simple word is enough to extend genuine feelings without dragging it into a long speech, and while denji likes to smother his boyfriend with romantic cliches to show him that he cares, his authentic language of love is feeling safe around someone. blind trust. no fear. utterly vulnerable. and that's who bakugou is to him: a safe space. it's comforting to know a simple few words are enough to illustrate his deep adoration, and not be brushed off. it's good to be heard ...
he smiled at the last text. maaaan, can he admit he was hoping he could warm up bakugou's heart enough to win some extra nights into his pocket? while that's true, it doesn't make his confession any less genuine. he gives himself a high-five, not that the hero could see. ]
it will be spotless and up to your standards. i promise. i'll make it cozy for you.
[ he doubts bakugou will join his ice cave tonight, which might give him time to do some quick shopping after his shift. extra bedding, better pillows ... hmm, how to make his room more inviting? ]
i'll grab dinner on the way back. what do you feel like eating tonight?
[otherwise denji's going to be in very hot water! or more like hot air. katsuki's already bitten a chunk out of the ice statue someone else made. cause it was fucking delicious in all this heat. really though, if denji wants to spoon with an ice sculpture of him, so long as the blonde's in the room (and doing something else) it'd probably be fine. let him have his comfort. actually, he kind of wonders what the half-devil's tolerance for temperature is. he can handle being set on fire, but straight up frozen? hm... maybe they won't have to find that out in the middle of battle.
oy, people are gonna get a bunch of denji plushies in the future, you know. (it's fine. not like those plushies were made to give people boners over denji's attractive face.)
despite katsuki's horrible attitude most of the time, he's empathic enough to understand people's feelings. even if he chooses to ignore them plenty of times. denji didn't give him a speech, yet conveyed his feelings in those few words, enough to strike home and make the depths of them visible. he knew the other boy liked attention and comfort, being in the presence of people he cared for, but hearing him place their time together, the nights they slept together, in the value of safety, is what finally coalesces it into a real convincing. it won't be every night; life will see to that. but it will be all the nights around when life isn't getting in the way. good thing they're so damn close in everlight.
don't high-five yourself over that! ugh, what a kid sometimes. katsuki rolls his head to the side and looks at the clock on his desk. guess he'll be seeing less of his own room at night now. unless he demands denji come over to his room. whatever. so long as the guy's willing to put up with katsuki's high standards, this is fine.]
you already make it cozy.
[oh he'll come see the ice cave at least, but hell if he's going to sleep in it and wake up to water dripping on his face and a soggy freezing floor to his feet in the morning. no thanks. once denji does some trial runs on how much damage the melted ice does to his room, then katsuki will reconsider. the ice cave that is.]
[ unlike a certain someone, denji will not get jealous over his merch getting some love and attention from his boyfriend. why would he deprive the little dude from enjoying a faceful of luscious pecs? that sounds heavingly and worthy to his mini. during the nights in which bakugou decides he needs some privacy, he can share the bed with the tiny dude instead. well, a certain level of attention is allowed— if katsuki starts to actively ignore him for the sake of the doll, then it has to go. it will 'disappear' one day without a trace; an unsolved mystery.
the high standards can be a bit of a struggle, but denji will never complain. it's give and take; if he's asking bakugou to try something new for his sake, he should return the energy. this new routine shouldn't be one-sided and he wants his boyfriend to enjoy it as well. no, denji doesn't expect him to fully convert into the idea of it being a continuous affair, he respects that the hero values his privacy at times, but it shouldn't come off as a burden either. he will try his best to be a good host during those nights. what little doubts he had were brushed away when bakugou tossed in that lil compliment.
denji left the cafe with a smitten smile; not even the slap of the hot sun could take it away. the small victories of this conversation will make him tolerate the heatwave for the rest of his shift. it didn't mean he wouldn't return to the base reeking and looking like death, but - you know. he is feeling ... better. it didn't mean their previous conversation was all forgotten, but denji is learning that he is allowed to give himself a break. it's okay to take it one step at a time instead of holding the other boy hostage as he lists out every horrible experience in his life. fucking hell, he's so glad he didn't go with that insane plan. ]
deal. i'll see you later, hero.
[ a simple dinner, yet a very delicious combo. denji was about to grab some greasy pizza but he decided bakugou's preference was better. work, followed by a quick shopping spree and it ends with grabbing dinner. he's all set until tonight. ]
[alas it's probably going to spend most of its life well-cared for on the desk or shelf rather than squished up in katsuki's bed. he's not really the plushie kind of guy (not anymore at least, had a few all might ones as a kid) certainly not when he's got the real, better thing right next door. or in the near future cases, beside him in the same bed. those privacy nights would usually entail separate schedules or something gone wrong to put katsuki in a bad mood. he doesn't like people seeing him when he's dealing with issues... even though denji's seen him in a few, and helped him weather them. those moments will likely multiply as they get closer.
katsuki won't expect denji to transform overnight and become the world's best cleaner. give and take after all. having to get used to someone else's habits and ways of doing things is part of a relationship after all. but damn is it going to be difficult at times. dirty clothes in the hamper, clean clothes folded, make the damn bed before you leave the room, open the window and curtains from time to time, dust shit (even behind the desk), and put things away. all that fun crap that drives teenagers mad when their parents harp on them for it.
but hell, who's he kidding? if the place is a mess, denji will get an earful as katsuki flops on the bed and settles in for the night. trade a restful sleep for cleaning up in the morning. something like that. denji's why he comes over, not some four-star hotel treatment. hey, at least the showers still work. coming in hot and sweaty just means he gets to trundle into the cool tub and wash off. katsuki wants to help his boyfriend work through these traumas and issues, but one at a time, slowly as the half-devil can handle it. honestly, if denji started pouring out his life story, he'd get a pillow to the mouth. neither of them need essays about their pains all at once. over time...]
text me when you get close. i'll draw a bath for you.
[you know, he really shouldn't mess with his boyfriend when denji's trying to get something done. but... there are perks and there are curses to being in a relationship.]
[ 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.
[he can bet his chainsaw ass bakugou's been paying attention to denji taking care of himself since they got closer. brushing teeth, fixing hair, eating good meals, showering off, etc. doesn't mess with his damn sleep schedule because that's denji's issue. so long as the blonde doesn't interrupt bakugou's slumber. it's not like he makes it obvious, what with his grumpy way of yanking the other boy's jacket zipper up during cold days or shoving a bottle of water into his face when they're patrolling on hot days or yelling at him to get in the shower when he comes back a sweaty reeking mess. no one would think that's giving a shit about someone, right? whatever. denji might have the half-devil's ability to keep himself in physical prime, but he can still learn to take better care of himself. especially if he's going to be the dumbass that wants to make sure his friends are fine while ignoring his own body.
there's a quiet sense of satisfaction and comfort that comes from giving denji these simple pleasures in life. he'll never be able to relate to the reality of homelessness or orphaned loneliness. but seeing the smile on his boyfriend's face, the way he relaxes when he's soaking in a bath, resting on a bed, eating a homecooked meal, or wandering around a store to shop with his own money, never fails to remind the blonde of where the other boy came from. he can't erase denji's painful past, but damn if bakugou doesn't want to give him as amazing a present and future as he can.
even if that means teasing him by playing dirty.]
uh-huh.
[that's all he's gonna bother with. no point in distracting his boyfriend from his job any further. but that does mean he has to do what he said. ugh. it's hot. even in the dorms. leaving his bed with a grimace, he cracks his knuckles and gets on with his plan. by the time denji arrives back to the dorm, bakugou's just coming out of the kitchen with a plastic bag dangling from his hand. red eyes flick to the side, noticing his bedraggled beau squishing through the foyer arch with plenty of carry-on stuffed against his ribs. dinner in one, and something else in the other. even the white glow of overhead lighting makes denji's sweat-slicked skin glisten with a white streak following the curve of his cheekbones and bridge of his nose. not a really fair move, loosening his tie like that and flicking the damn buttons to expose his throat and collar.
yeah. they are public now. yeah. there are others in the common room. no. denji's not getting that last one out here in public. not on his fucking life.]
Don't walk in here shouting demands, Ripcord Pecs! The bath's not even in here! [whereupon he's swinging by to scoop both bags off the table and jerking his head to the side to tell denji to follow him.] This way, Sweat Stain.
[a welcome kiss will be given in the bathroom. which also includes said cold bath, a pitcher of ice and water, and a little frozen treat of ice cream salvaged from one of the stores earlier on. it's not todoroki's heavenly ice wall to glaciate the entire room, but it should be soothing enough.]
[ 'sweat stain' is new and denji had to agree with that inwardly, glancing down at himself and the way the fabric of his shirt latched on to his hot skin, the growing sweat tints and how unsightly it must be. the visual, the sensations, the discomfort— everything is infuriating. the base isn't as bad compared to the outdoors, at least he can escape the humidity, but without that cold bath denji's mood was fated to lose velocity. he watched bakugou grab the bags, eyeing him down, waiting and then ... nothing. something is missing, right? something important. with that, he grabbed bakugou by the wrist before he could get away, wise enough to target the arm that was harboring the bedding in case the hero lost his grip. they're still in the kitchen, in the common area, with denji's other hand still tugging on his collar, desperate for a cool breeze that will never come. ]
-aaaand a welcoming kiss.
[ respecting bakugou's boundaries will always be his priority, especially when it comes to any type of physical closeness, down to the simple peck on the lips. which explains why he's not manhandling his partner or getting into his space, forcing them to smother their lips in a hot smooch where anyone can walk in and see. in a perfect world, denji would get away with that, but if he's learning something about their dynamic and finding ways to have mini victories, it all comes down to compromise. if bakugou says no to PDA and demands modesty, then denji will comply, and instead— he'd leave a kiss on the back of his boyfriend's hand. is this less lewd? if he can't kiss him on the lips, will this be more acceptable the next time they're around others? or is it equally as scandalous?
he's learning something new every day.
pleased with his welcoming kiss, he released bakugou's hand, strolling by his side and lightly nudging their shoulders together before they head toward the bathroom. ] ... Get used to it. [ step by step, maybe one day denji could sneak in a little touch or an embrace, for no other reason than simply wanting to do it at that moment, unbothered if they're around people or not. it's one of those small perks denji would love to have, yet there is no rush into it; happy to match bakugou's pace, and if it comes down to a firm 'no', he will respect it.
they're close to where the showers/bathrooms are located, that's when he started unbuttoning his shirt, ready to fucking free himself from that sweat-drenched fabric. he eyes the bags bakugou was tagging along, mainly their dinner. ]
[it's not unsightly. not to someone like katsuki who knows the stain of sweat means hard work leaking through the police uniform denji's still wearing. despite the heat of the day, it hasn't stopped the half-devil from serving in the job he and katsuki work at together. not always side by side, today being a day he had to help out in a separate area, resulting in his shift ending earlier than denji's. maybe it's not so bad because katsuki's stalked in from missions and training exercises a sweaty mess, grumpy and raging at anyone who dared talk to his sweat-soaked mess of a self. he knows the feeling. but it's also why he's quick to get denji moving. he's not going to get any cooler standing here in the kitchen without movi-]
Oy! [a leg swings out in front of him, momentarily halted by the sudden jerk on his arm. fuck! he looks back over his shoulder, knowing exactly what's coming despite himself. dammit, denji's really gonna be stubborn about this, isn't he? the blonde's lips curve down in a scowl. luckily he doesn't lose his grip on the bag, no one falls, and his eyes draw towards that damp collar the half-devil's tugging open. doing it on purpose? no clue. is it effective? yes. and this bastard probably knows that at least. but... he stops all the same. letting denji have his arm and hand as he wants. red orbs narrow as his hand's lifted and soon warm lips brush against the back of it. a romantic, feudal, stupid, touching thing that has the faintest of pinks dusting the curve of katsuki's cheekbones. dammit, this guy's not making his refusal any easier, is he. but if denji's not going to grab and make out with him right in the middle of this kitchen (this time) then katsuki's returning the respect by letting this intimate kiss pass between them, fingers curling slightly so denji gets to feel the narrow bones on the back of the blonde's hand flutter a little beneath his lips.]
Tch. Romantic dork. [what an insult. yet he doesn't attempt to wipe his hand off or anything, simply falls in step beside denji and lets their shoulders bump together in the hallway. get used to it, he says.] I didn't blast your face off, right?
[he's doing just that, getting used to it. akin to denji slowly adapting to the idea of having someone waiting for him, someone who cares about him enough to see to his health, comfort, and wants. the half-devil is far more successful in sneaking small touches when he's alone with katsuki. from kissing the nape of his neck to draping over his shoulders in a hug to tossing a leg or two over the blonde's lap while he's reading in denji's bed. PDA will take more time. or just the devil hunter putting up with screechy face over here whenever it happens. katsuki doesn't really ever give denji that firm "no" when it comes to his need for physical closeness. just grouches at him as he tolerates it, then either continues on or gets some childish "revenge" for embarrassing him. denji's far freer to get in katsuki's personal space than anyone else.
he glances down at the bag with their food on it, lifting it slightly in hand as if in indication.] Nah. Figured we'd eat in the tub.
[which is a major compromise to the neat-freak bomber's usual ire over people eating outside the kitchen or making a mess on the common room couches. eating in the bathroom usually = gross, but on rare occasions, like these, there's an undeniable charm to its forbidden pleasantry.] I've got drinks in there already.
Oh yeah. You didn't ... [ he smirks, taunting a bit. any type of engagement from bakugou will be received with open arms, even if it involves a death glare or tiny combustion to the face that will leave his ears ringing for hours; he's on a mission to ensure the hero knows he is adored and desired in all flavors. and, let's be honest, it's for denji too. he is simply eager for physical validation, give or receive, and the half-devil is aware it might come off as overwhelming and might be inappropriate given the circumstances of where they are or what is happening around him. it's not like denji doesn't know he shouldn't be thinking about kissing his boyfriend's neck when they're discussing a gruesome case during work, but it ... happens; way more than he wants it to. bakugou will have to tolerate a bit until he finds a healthy balance to that growing obsession.
the offer to eat during their shared bath did surprise denji a bit, only because he thought his partner would never be into such a chaotic energy, but he won't fucking complain. this felt like a one-time thing, a rare moment where bakugou allows himself to be a teen and live on the edge, and it's exciting. after a long day of getting kicked in the dick by the heatwave, he figured they both deserve to let loose. by the time they reach the bathroom, denji has already stripped out of his upper garments; the shirt, tie and any other additions to his uniform are clumsily tossed over his shoulder as he inspects the setup. he can see the drinks, the ice cream delights that haven't melted yet and a very inviting bathtub ready to accommodate them. on the side there are fresh towels and clean pairs of clothes for them to slip into once they're done— the attention to every detail is very like bakugou, and it warmed up the half-devil's heart. ]
You're spoiling me ...
[ this time he wasn't teasing. it's genuine and soft-spoken, and thankful. they both could use a break after everything that had happened, and they hadn't had the chance to do so and denji knew they would be robbed into another mission in any given second— this could be one of the few nights of them catching a breather and coexisting without discussing a plan to defeat the new kaiju. with that, he didn't waste time unhooking his belt and pushing his pants down, ridding himself of all the clothes before getting into the water, and-
... oh. oh god. yes.
with the biggest smile, denji closed his eyes and sighed — slowly slipping lower until the water touched his chin. while it might be borderline an uncomfortable temperature for most people, this is soothing his overheated body in all the right ways. ]
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Date: 7/16/24 16:16 (UTC)i only know makima and what she can do.
in the end, i don't care if she comes for me. the contract is an agreement between us not to get others involved. i don't want people dying because of me ...
[ he didn't want to spend his days in this neon city living in fear and stressing over who she would target next, it felt best to make a deal with the devil instead. even if that involved him being civil with makima, exchanging small talk, following up, and maintaining some form of contact— denji will do it. it started out of fear of aki getting hurt again, then progressed to the half-devil growing fond of his everlight teammates and then, of course, bakugou. he will fucking lose his mind if anyone touches a single hair of his boyfriend.
so there are no regrets about making that deal. none. ]
nothing weird happened so far.
i guess it's working ...
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Date: 7/16/24 23:52 (UTC)[he leaves that simple statement to summarize the paradox denji's put himself in. if makima comes for denji, katsuki will give way more than just a shit about it.
having his boyfriend contracted to someone who'd abuse him, someone who he's now beholden to, someone who scares him, doesn't sit right with him. because if makima demands protection when denji would've given it to the hero, suddenly that makes him choose. and who the hell's to say that someone like makima won't do such a thing deliberately...
besides, katsuki doesn't like the idea of some kinda damn "contract" between people anyways. despite being a responsible person who abides by the laws, he despises slavery in any kind of form. maybe it can be seen as a business transaction, just like signing onto a pro hero's agency, but... the lingering shackling concept of it bothers him.
his own thoughts aside, all katsuki can go on is what denji says now. nothing's happened so far. it's not technically his business to get involved in that either. and he just promised his boyfriend not to do so. unless given reason. he'll abide by that, caveat included.]
anything else i should know about her?
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Date: 7/17/24 16:31 (UTC)ah, right. he's asking if there is anything else worth adding— still oblivious to how bakugou feels about the entire thing. of course, the hero wouldn't be happy about the exchange, but denji still believes it's a decent deal. makima didn't ask for anything too insane. just protection. he can do that. hmm ... ]
no.
that's all you need to know to stay safe. the rest is plenty of unanswered questions that i'll deal with.
[ as of now, this was enough sharing. for the sake of not overwhelming bakugou with the utter haze he goes through whenever makima is around. he indeed fears her, but he also doesn't hate her— and a very fucked up part of him still wishes she would settle in this city and find her happiness. this might have to do with him struggling to separate the old control devil from the new one, but ... yeah, let's not get into that at this moment. ]
on a much lighter note ....
the carrot cake in this cafe is really good 🥕
[ hey, might as well get himself a treat to tame how uncomfortable this conversation is making him feel. ]
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Date: 7/17/24 22:00 (UTC)uh-huh. i always stay safe.
[sure he does. just like how he's always calm and rational. katsuki wonders what other questions denji has to ask, whether they're for him or someone else, but lets the matter drop. semi-reluctantly. he already said he didn't want everything thrown on him at once. katsuki's not had interaction with makima and doesn't see himself doing so now. not unless denji's involved in some manner.]
you're in a cafe?
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Date: 7/18/24 04:20 (UTC)you could stay a bit more 'safer'.
[ the words are not wording, but bakugou is a smart lad that would get the little (friendly) jab here. it would be super nice if the hero would be a bit less reckless when he's out there throwing hands— but, hey. denji will always be the selfish brat who would favor his boyfriend over the succession of a stupid mission.
bakugou gets a picture soon after with the half-devil posing with a very uncreative peace sign, cheeks full of cake, and the scenery behind him will give the impression the place didn't seem like a popular spot. cheap food can be hella tasty sometimes, you know. ]
i'm guessing you're in the base swimming in a pool of your sweat.
if so, i would love to see it.
[ for reasons. ]
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Date: 7/18/24 05:15 (UTC)[he knows what denji's getting at and he's returning with a grumpy snark in exchange. there's no way that he'll be staying off the battlefield, and he's not about to hide behind denji either. but the half-devil is one of the few who has the ability (permission) to get katsuki to stand down on word alone. despite his battle style seeming reckless, he almost always goes in with a plan and a very capable ability to avoid damage. almost always. injuries are part of battle.
denji won't get yelled at as much for taking a hit meant for katsuki though. so long as he's fine getting that ripcord pulled as soon as the blonde makes it to him. anyways...
he arches a brow at the picture sent his way. nah, it's not creative, but it's also denji's go-to sign, so it's come tom mean (to katsuki) the other boy's okay and feeling better. it's a good sign. look, an out of the way spot to relax in without people bustling around is a good find.]
it's too hot to go outside and do shit!
[but yeah, he'll send a picture. left (scarred) shoulder, pectoral, top of his left abs, neck, some of his sternum, bicep, a nice square click of sweaty shirtless muscle with some beads of sweat accidentally caught aesthetic.]
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Date: 7/18/24 16:47 (UTC)now, to far more important, pressing, top priority matters: the picture.
denji digs into his cake, still chewing with a growing smirk. okay, it's a picture. it's perfectly normal to be a bit giddy with it; appreciate bakugou has a killer physique and then shake it off. except, as he went for another bite, he could feel the burn in his cheeks and that's when he rolled his eyes with a grunt. oh, for fucks sake ...
IT WASN'T EVEN A PROPER LEWD PICTURE. then, why?! right, just gonna swat that visual away and store it in the media folder. begone— until the weather allows hot skin-to-skin action. or, when he's not in public. ]
you're probably the only guy who could make being this sweaty attractive.
fucking hell, katsuki. keep the bedroom door locked.
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Date: 7/18/24 17:30 (UTC)when he's not sending weird pictures to his boyfriend, something denji's had a bit of a habit requesting.
OF COURSE IT'S NOT A PROPER LEWD PICTURE!! denji asked to see sweat! he's lucky bakugo didn't just take a picture of the damp bed sheets to be a dick to him. is he proud of himself for ribbing on his boyfriend's patience and naughty thoughts? yep! it's fun to tease him. especially since the guy's in a better mood now.
no apologies if it's making the other boy difficult down below.]
water never hurt an attractive guy, right?
haa? i always keep it locked!
[he doesn't want people barging into his room!]
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Date: 7/18/24 18:52 (UTC)wait, why the fuck is he thinking about this now? denji knew this is the beginning of the domino effect, triggered by that damn selfie. which is not surprising since his brain has found solace from the stressful thoughts of makima terrorizing him in the city, happy to center its focus on something else. denji will allow it, closing his eyes and leaning back on his seat— he toys with the last piece of the cake with his fork. ]
good. keep it locked.
if your hero buddy agrees to help, you're free to spend the night in my room.
but, you gotta come in shirtless too. even if you won't be as sweaty.
[ oh, he thinks he's soooo smooth. denji has a questionable smile on his face- until he realized he's in a fucking cafe and someone might catch him being in a mood. ugh. ]
no, i mean-
since we're like ... official and all. we should be sharing a bed more often.
just saying. that's the law of the land.
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Date: 7/18/24 19:50 (UTC)if that side's making it harder for denji to sit around in the cafe without closing his legs or scooting his hips further under the table, so fucking be it. he deserves it for asking for the picture. he knew what he was doing.]
huh? what the hell is half-n-half helping with?
[don't bring up another guy when they're having an undercurrent of sexual tension here!]
i'll come in whatever i want. you like taking my shirt off.
[he's calling him out on that one. the other part... leaves him hot in the face, and it's not from the temperature outside. dammit, denji, bringing it up like that.]
we sleepover at least twice a week.
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Date: 7/19/24 17:11 (UTC)right. let's not think about that. ]
to cool off the room. we talked about it.
so, you'll have better rest in my room tonight.
[ to be fair, he was talking about shoto's icy powers, not him per se. huff. yeah, he will not deny that he does enjoy liberating bakugou's body from the chains of fabric, deeming them unnecessary when they're alone, but very necessary when they're not. ]
yeah, we do.
but-
it should be more. why should we sleep in empty beds on those other days? it's not like i snore or anything.
[ just very, very clingy. ]
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Date: 7/19/24 20:11 (UTC)denji's got his work cut out for him.
and vegas definitely killed the sex drive for a while. injuries didn't help the emotional problems. so long as denji still spent the night with him, for the most part, katsuki's been fine without boning.]
you're gonna end up with water all over the place!
[have you SEEN how todoroki ices over something, denji?! GLACIER!! ICE CAVE!! ARCTIC BLAST!!
at least katsuki's not constantly walking around shirtless. though he does tank top a lot due to the heat.]
get a king-sized bed and i'll think about it.
[sorry, babe. he does like his own room and his own space. dating doesn't mean living together.
... but he will tack on another day for sleeping over going forward.]
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Date: 7/19/24 21:05 (UTC)at least my room will cool off for a bit.
i don't think you understand how much i hate this.
[ the water will probably evaporate from the heatwave and problem solved. well, not really, but denji couldn't imagine spending another night sweating into his mattress and feeling like a pile of goo. it's either he gets trapped inside an ice cave or he rents a place with running air conditioning. this is where he will spend his money with no regrets.
he rolled his eyes at bakugou's excuse. it's not the damn bed, he's just— a non traditional lover, right? the hero didn't like soft gestures, flowers, or those sexy jazz tunes. maybe he should impress him by offering him the head of the next kaiju they fight. denji might have a better chance wooing him like that (and no, the courting doesn't end just because they're official. sucks for you, kacchan). he'll do this next time, and he'll see. ]
a king-sized bed to sleep alone in?
no thanks.
i'll ask shoto to make an ice sculpture with your shape to cuddle it.
[ it's a joke. a bitter one, but a joke. he will respect his boundaries. ]
i'm off to fight crimes and bust some evildoers.
don't die sweating.
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Date: 7/19/24 21:57 (UTC)they said they're getting the electricity fixed in the next few days.
besides, once the generator's up and running in the base, we'll be fine.
[water does not evaporate that fast, denji. not with the amount of ice todoroki's going to put down to make the room a walk-in freezer. katsuki can understand why his boyfriend's irritated about the weather. he's not alone. it's fucking ridiculous and the blonde's had to deal with waking up in the night just to get a damn drink so he doesn't wake up a fucking mummy. or raisin. renting a place with ac, however... katsuki has not thought of that.
sorry, denji. katsuki's a real bear when it comes to wooing. he's gotten better at the sexy jazz, even if he thinks it's stupid, but soft gestures and flowers would still get the stink eye. that said, denji doesn't need to offer a kaiju head; katsuki is almost always impressed by his boyfriend. just seeing him fight, the improvements he's made in his life, so much about denji he's come to quietly admire. it's why he's dating him. one of the... many reasons.
that said-]
WHAT?! IF YOU DO, I'LL BITE ITS FUCKING HEAD OFF!!
[don't ask his classmate to make ice models of him for you to spoon! but he does recognize the undercurrent there, so denji's not getting away so easily.]
it really means that much to you to sleep next to me, huh.
[this is actually an honest comment/question.]
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Date: 7/20/24 16:27 (UTC)bite the head off. it's fine.
so long as its perky chest and curves stay untouched 😏
[ did he just sexualize a piece of fucking ice? yes, he did. no shame. they're just messing with each other. the question that follows, though, is no laughing matter. denji had the choice to spit out the long answer or the short one; for the sake of not spoiling the lighthearted mood, he'll take it easy. ]
the fact you even asked is kinda insulting, hero.
of course it is. you're my favorite person. you're my safe space.
[ he could've said 'i like you' or 'you're fun to be around', and while that's all true, it won't justify why he wanted bakugou to be with him during the long, lonely hours— when the thoughts thrive in the silence, and when denji felt the most vulnerable and scared of his future. they might leave this city in any given second like the others, it didn't make sense to waste time. after all, time is a privilege they don't have.
regardless, it is important to remind himself that bakugou's comfort is crucial, too. so, no, he won't push for it. ]
2 times a week is fine, though.
i'll abuse the hell out of it.
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Date: 7/29/24 03:55 (UTC)YOU'RE NOT GONNA FUCKING SPOON AGAINST A SCULPTURE OF ME!!
[what if someone gives denji a 3D figure of him or some damn dakimakura?! is he gonna cuddle that instead? ugh, no one ever said katsuki was immune to petty jealousy. and now that they've upgraded to boyfriends, apparently that jade slice is a lot more prevalent in flaring up at issues like these. maybe it is messing around, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness present that ends with an obvious-yet-important question katsuki wants answered straight to his face.
proverbial face.]
i didn't ask.
[you're my safe space. that says a lot more than denji could've said otherwise. no essay or lengthy explanation. only a quiet truth revealing the kind of importance that lies on their time together. it's not lewd or pride, but rather the same kind of want katsuki remembers denji feels when he fell asleep with pochita in his arms. a comfortable presence that assures him everything will be all right. that he's going to be all right.
and while katsuki knows he won't be able to spend each night with denji, the nights he's here and able to. he has his own comfort to be conscious of, and yet...]
get used to cleaning your bed every night, denji.
[you asked for this.]
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Date: 7/29/24 18:15 (UTC)but ...
[ he's kinda into it right now. maybe it's the fact he's currently melting under the scorching heat and the thought of an icy, curvy, and gorgeous figure pressed against his body is making him feel all sorts of delights. the fact katsuki seemed somewhat annoyed by it is adorable. is he honestly jealous over an item? a thing?! a kacchan dakimakura does sound hella tempting. will denji get one? ... yes. will he be happy about it being sold to the public and other outsiders? fuck no. the thought of it in someone else's sweaty hands will drive him mad. so, for both their sake, let's hope this city will not introduce something as scandalous.
at times, he does appreciate bakugou's emotional intelligence— it's reserved, sometimes hard to pinpoint but not overwhelming, which is essential when dealing with someone like denji. in a sense, he can see the half-devil's flaws but he doesn't shame him for it, and in return bakugou understood the significance behind every expression when the moment begs for it. a simple word is enough to extend genuine feelings without dragging it into a long speech, and while denji likes to smother his boyfriend with romantic cliches to show him that he cares, his authentic language of love is feeling safe around someone. blind trust. no fear. utterly vulnerable. and that's who bakugou is to him: a safe space. it's comforting to know a simple few words are enough to illustrate his deep adoration, and not be brushed off. it's good to be heard ...
he smiled at the last text. maaaan, can he admit he was hoping he could warm up bakugou's heart enough to win some extra nights into his pocket? while that's true, it doesn't make his confession any less genuine. he gives himself a high-five, not that the hero could see. ]
it will be spotless and up to your standards. i promise.
i'll make it cozy for you.
[ he doubts bakugou will join his ice cave tonight, which might give him time to do some quick shopping after his shift. extra bedding, better pillows ... hmm, how to make his room more inviting? ]
i'll grab dinner on the way back.
what do you feel like eating tonight?
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Date: 7/29/24 21:24 (UTC)[otherwise denji's going to be in very hot water! or more like hot air. katsuki's already bitten a chunk out of the ice statue someone else made. cause it was fucking delicious in all this heat. really though, if denji wants to spoon with an ice sculpture of him, so long as the blonde's in the room (and doing something else) it'd probably be fine. let him have his comfort. actually, he kind of wonders what the half-devil's tolerance for temperature is. he can handle being set on fire, but straight up frozen? hm... maybe they won't have to find that out in the middle of battle.
oy, people are gonna get a bunch of denji plushies in the future, you know. (it's fine. not like those plushies were made to give people boners over denji's attractive face.)
despite katsuki's horrible attitude most of the time, he's empathic enough to understand people's feelings. even if he chooses to ignore them plenty of times. denji didn't give him a speech, yet conveyed his feelings in those few words, enough to strike home and make the depths of them visible. he knew the other boy liked attention and comfort, being in the presence of people he cared for, but hearing him place their time together, the nights they slept together, in the value of safety, is what finally coalesces it into a real convincing. it won't be every night; life will see to that. but it will be all the nights around when life isn't getting in the way. good thing they're so damn close in everlight.
don't high-five yourself over that! ugh, what a kid sometimes. katsuki rolls his head to the side and looks at the clock on his desk. guess he'll be seeing less of his own room at night now. unless he demands denji come over to his room. whatever. so long as the guy's willing to put up with katsuki's high standards, this is fine.]
you already make it cozy.
[oh he'll come see the ice cave at least, but hell if he's going to sleep in it and wake up to water dripping on his face and a soggy freezing floor to his feet in the morning. no thanks. once denji does some trial runs on how much damage the melted ice does to his room, then katsuki will reconsider. the ice cave that is.]
kimchi and onigiri.
[simple fare.]
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Date: 7/30/24 18:26 (UTC)the high standards can be a bit of a struggle, but denji will never complain. it's give and take; if he's asking bakugou to try something new for his sake, he should return the energy. this new routine shouldn't be one-sided and he wants his boyfriend to enjoy it as well. no, denji doesn't expect him to fully convert into the idea of it being a continuous affair, he respects that the hero values his privacy at times, but it shouldn't come off as a burden either. he will try his best to be a good host during those nights. what little doubts he had were brushed away when bakugou tossed in that lil compliment.
denji left the cafe with a smitten smile; not even the slap of the hot sun could take it away. the small victories of this conversation will make him tolerate the heatwave for the rest of his shift. it didn't mean he wouldn't return to the base reeking and looking like death, but - you know. he is feeling ... better. it didn't mean their previous conversation was all forgotten, but denji is learning that he is allowed to give himself a break. it's okay to take it one step at a time instead of holding the other boy hostage as he lists out every horrible experience in his life. fucking hell, he's so glad he didn't go with that insane plan. ]
deal.
i'll see you later, hero.
[ a simple dinner, yet a very delicious combo. denji was about to grab some greasy pizza but he decided bakugou's preference was better. work, followed by a quick shopping spree and it ends with grabbing dinner. he's all set until tonight. ]
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Date: 7/30/24 22:04 (UTC)katsuki won't expect denji to transform overnight and become the world's best cleaner. give and take after all. having to get used to someone else's habits and ways of doing things is part of a relationship after all. but damn is it going to be difficult at times. dirty clothes in the hamper, clean clothes folded, make the damn bed before you leave the room, open the window and curtains from time to time, dust shit (even behind the desk), and put things away. all that fun crap that drives teenagers mad when their parents harp on them for it.
but hell, who's he kidding? if the place is a mess, denji will get an earful as katsuki flops on the bed and settles in for the night. trade a restful sleep for cleaning up in the morning. something like that. denji's why he comes over, not some four-star hotel treatment. hey, at least the showers still work. coming in hot and sweaty just means he gets to trundle into the cool tub and wash off. katsuki wants to help his boyfriend work through these traumas and issues, but one at a time, slowly as the half-devil can handle it. honestly, if denji started pouring out his life story, he'd get a pillow to the mouth. neither of them need essays about their pains all at once. over time...]
text me when you get close. i'll draw a bath for you.
[you know, he really shouldn't mess with his boyfriend when denji's trying to get something done. but... there are perks and there are curses to being in a relationship.]
might even join you in it.
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Date: 7/31/24 18:37 (UTC)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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Date: 8/1/24 02:36 (UTC)there's a quiet sense of satisfaction and comfort that comes from giving denji these simple pleasures in life. he'll never be able to relate to the reality of homelessness or orphaned loneliness. but seeing the smile on his boyfriend's face, the way he relaxes when he's soaking in a bath, resting on a bed, eating a homecooked meal, or wandering around a store to shop with his own money, never fails to remind the blonde of where the other boy came from. he can't erase denji's painful past, but damn if bakugou doesn't want to give him as amazing a present and future as he can.
even if that means teasing him by playing dirty.]
uh-huh.
[that's all he's gonna bother with. no point in distracting his boyfriend from his job any further. but that does mean he has to do what he said. ugh. it's hot. even in the dorms. leaving his bed with a grimace, he cracks his knuckles and gets on with his plan. by the time denji arrives back to the dorm, bakugou's just coming out of the kitchen with a plastic bag dangling from his hand. red eyes flick to the side, noticing his bedraggled beau squishing through the foyer arch with plenty of carry-on stuffed against his ribs. dinner in one, and something else in the other. even the white glow of overhead lighting makes denji's sweat-slicked skin glisten with a white streak following the curve of his cheekbones and bridge of his nose. not a really fair move, loosening his tie like that and flicking the damn buttons to expose his throat and collar.
yeah. they are public now. yeah. there are others in the common room. no. denji's not getting that last one out here in public. not on his fucking life.]
Don't walk in here shouting demands, Ripcord Pecs! The bath's not even in here! [whereupon he's swinging by to scoop both bags off the table and jerking his head to the side to tell denji to follow him.] This way, Sweat Stain.
[a welcome kiss will be given in the bathroom. which also includes said cold bath, a pitcher of ice and water, and a little frozen treat of ice cream salvaged from one of the stores earlier on. it's not todoroki's heavenly ice wall to glaciate the entire room, but it should be soothing enough.]
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Date: 8/1/24 18:43 (UTC)-aaaand a welcoming kiss.
[ respecting bakugou's boundaries will always be his priority, especially when it comes to any type of physical closeness, down to the simple peck on the lips. which explains why he's not manhandling his partner or getting into his space, forcing them to smother their lips in a hot smooch where anyone can walk in and see. in a perfect world, denji would get away with that, but if he's learning something about their dynamic and finding ways to have mini victories, it all comes down to compromise. if bakugou says no to PDA and demands modesty, then denji will comply, and instead— he'd leave a kiss on the back of his boyfriend's hand. is this less lewd? if he can't kiss him on the lips, will this be more acceptable the next time they're around others? or is it equally as scandalous?
he's learning something new every day.
pleased with his welcoming kiss, he released bakugou's hand, strolling by his side and lightly nudging their shoulders together before they head toward the bathroom. ] ... Get used to it. [ step by step, maybe one day denji could sneak in a little touch or an embrace, for no other reason than simply wanting to do it at that moment, unbothered if they're around people or not. it's one of those small perks denji would love to have, yet there is no rush into it; happy to match bakugou's pace, and if it comes down to a firm 'no', he will respect it.
they're close to where the showers/bathrooms are located, that's when he started unbuttoning his shirt, ready to fucking free himself from that sweat-drenched fabric. he eyes the bags bakugou was tagging along, mainly their dinner. ]
You gonna leave that in your room?
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Date: 8/2/24 06:53 (UTC)Oy! [a leg swings out in front of him, momentarily halted by the sudden jerk on his arm. fuck! he looks back over his shoulder, knowing exactly what's coming despite himself. dammit, denji's really gonna be stubborn about this, isn't he? the blonde's lips curve down in a scowl. luckily he doesn't lose his grip on the bag, no one falls, and his eyes draw towards that damp collar the half-devil's tugging open. doing it on purpose? no clue. is it effective? yes. and this bastard probably knows that at least. but... he stops all the same. letting denji have his arm and hand as he wants. red orbs narrow as his hand's lifted and soon warm lips brush against the back of it. a romantic, feudal, stupid, touching thing that has the faintest of pinks dusting the curve of katsuki's cheekbones. dammit, this guy's not making his refusal any easier, is he. but if denji's not going to grab and make out with him right in the middle of this kitchen (this time) then katsuki's returning the respect by letting this intimate kiss pass between them, fingers curling slightly so denji gets to feel the narrow bones on the back of the blonde's hand flutter a little beneath his lips.]
Tch. Romantic dork. [what an insult. yet he doesn't attempt to wipe his hand off or anything, simply falls in step beside denji and lets their shoulders bump together in the hallway. get used to it, he says.] I didn't blast your face off, right?
[he's doing just that, getting used to it. akin to denji slowly adapting to the idea of having someone waiting for him, someone who cares about him enough to see to his health, comfort, and wants. the half-devil is far more successful in sneaking small touches when he's alone with katsuki. from kissing the nape of his neck to draping over his shoulders in a hug to tossing a leg or two over the blonde's lap while he's reading in denji's bed. PDA will take more time. or just the devil hunter putting up with screechy face over here whenever it happens. katsuki doesn't really ever give denji that firm "no" when it comes to his need for physical closeness. just grouches at him as he tolerates it, then either continues on or gets some childish "revenge" for embarrassing him. denji's far freer to get in katsuki's personal space than anyone else.
he glances down at the bag with their food on it, lifting it slightly in hand as if in indication.] Nah. Figured we'd eat in the tub.
[which is a major compromise to the neat-freak bomber's usual ire over people eating outside the kitchen or making a mess on the common room couches. eating in the bathroom usually = gross, but on rare occasions, like these, there's an undeniable charm to its forbidden pleasantry.] I've got drinks in there already.
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Date: 8/2/24 18:45 (UTC)the offer to eat during their shared bath did surprise denji a bit, only because he thought his partner would never be into such a chaotic energy, but he won't fucking complain. this felt like a one-time thing, a rare moment where bakugou allows himself to be a teen and live on the edge, and it's exciting. after a long day of getting kicked in the dick by the heatwave, he figured they both deserve to let loose. by the time they reach the bathroom, denji has already stripped out of his upper garments; the shirt, tie and any other additions to his uniform are clumsily tossed over his shoulder as he inspects the setup. he can see the drinks, the ice cream delights that haven't melted yet and a very inviting bathtub ready to accommodate them. on the side there are fresh towels and clean pairs of clothes for them to slip into once they're done— the attention to every detail is very like bakugou, and it warmed up the half-devil's heart. ]
You're spoiling me ...
[ this time he wasn't teasing. it's genuine and soft-spoken, and thankful. they both could use a break after everything that had happened, and they hadn't had the chance to do so and denji knew they would be robbed into another mission in any given second— this could be one of the few nights of them catching a breather and coexisting without discussing a plan to defeat the new kaiju. with that, he didn't waste time unhooking his belt and pushing his pants down, ridding himself of all the clothes before getting into the water, and-
... oh. oh god. yes.
with the biggest smile, denji closed his eyes and sighed — slowly slipping lower until the water touched his chin. while it might be borderline an uncomfortable temperature for most people, this is soothing his overheated body in all the right ways. ]
This ... is the best feeling ever.
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