[in the middling moments between sending the text and denji crashing through the door like hell on earth, katsuki took the time to gather himself and put his damn brain back on track. memories pounded in his gray matter, yet he elbowed and jostled them aside to move forward. get a time, get a date, ground himself. ocular accessed, calendar... fuck, it's "tomorrow" - the morning after he went to sleep last night. so sometime during the moonlit hours, he'd vanished. returned home. that's what happened. denji's likely been up the entire time, freaking out and panicking over katsuki's disappearance. he rubs at his hairline, scrunching his choppy bangs in his fist. shit... his boyfriend's gonna be a wreck. after what happened in november, kicking up all that trauma once more-
BAM!
there goes the door. katsuki looks up to hall light streaming in, momentarily outlining denji's figure in a darkened silhouette, one arm flung out and body hunched slightly with his chest heaving in and out. this guy. relief and heat flood through his chest, sappy nostalgia and a seed of guilt nestling in the sticky gore of his fucked-up-but-repaired organs. denji's eyes snap and jerk, going from one place to the next, trying to put reality back into his mind after spinning wildly for hours. yeah, time for some fucking damage control.]
Looks like I went home. [to answer that right off the bat. katsuki lifts his good arm towards denji.] I'm back, Denji. It's me. [a few tiny sparks snap and pop around his hand, offering it in some further proof he's alive and present, not some illusion or dream or recording.]
suffer in misery and resulting gross fluff
BAM!
there goes the door. katsuki looks up to hall light streaming in, momentarily outlining denji's figure in a darkened silhouette, one arm flung out and body hunched slightly with his chest heaving in and out. this guy. relief and heat flood through his chest, sappy nostalgia and a seed of guilt nestling in the sticky gore of his fucked-up-but-repaired organs. denji's eyes snap and jerk, going from one place to the next, trying to put reality back into his mind after spinning wildly for hours. yeah, time for some fucking damage control.]
Looks like I went home. [to answer that right off the bat. katsuki lifts his good arm towards denji.] I'm back, Denji. It's me. [a few tiny sparks snap and pop around his hand, offering it in some further proof he's alive and present, not some illusion or dream or recording.]