[ and ... the blood. okay, he'd seen bakugou covered in blood many times during missions, and it mostly belonged to the unfortunate kaiju or the aftermath of assisting the injured civilians into a safe spot— and at times, it was his own, but today is different. as much as he didn't think of it this way, but it didn't seem like the hero returned from a winning battle ... whatever blood tainting his battered suit is probably bakugou's. his face, once so familiar and warm, was drawn and exhausted, streaked with dried blood and shadows of pain, telling stories he hadn’t been there to witness. denji's hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms. anger flared, hot, and blinding. who had done this? how had it come to this? but just as quickly, the anger collapsed beneath a wave of helplessness, fear wrapping around his chest like a vice. even if he couldn't recognize the expression on his boyfriend's face, denji was familiar with this kind of sight— watching another loved one in pain. he squeezed his eyes shut, breathe, breathe, breathe ...
slowly, hesitantly - he approached the other, kneeled down before him, glancing up and meeting bakugou's gaze. of course denji is a mess. of course he looked like he was crying the entire time, and he sure was. his eyes, red and swollen, held the weight of too many tears shed in too little time. the delicate skin beneath them was darkened and bruised with fatigue, the kind that sleep wouldn’t fix. his lashes, still damp, clumped together. his lips, trembling and chapped from uneven breaths, pressed together as if trying to hold in whatever was left of his shattered composure. until he had to speak- ] Were you fighting alone?!!
[ look- denji knows it's a war, shit happens, but what the fuck?! it's like bakugou was fighting all the dangerous guys with zero support. all alone! he cussed, shaking his head. fuck, this is not the time. ] A-Are you still bleeding? Let me take you to the doctor right now!
guess its time to use the tracker rings even when baku needs to leave to piss
slowly, hesitantly - he approached the other, kneeled down before him, glancing up and meeting bakugou's gaze. of course denji is a mess. of course he looked like he was crying the entire time, and he sure was. his eyes, red and swollen, held the weight of too many tears shed in too little time. the delicate skin beneath them was darkened and bruised with fatigue, the kind that sleep wouldn’t fix. his lashes, still damp, clumped together. his lips, trembling and chapped from uneven breaths, pressed together as if trying to hold in whatever was left of his shattered composure. until he had to speak- ] Were you fighting alone?!!
[ look- denji knows it's a war, shit happens, but what the fuck?! it's like bakugou was fighting all the dangerous guys with zero support. all alone! he cussed, shaking his head. fuck, this is not the time. ] A-Are you still bleeding? Let me take you to the doctor right now!