[stop taking everything he's trying to say to reassure and comfort you and turning them into horrible things that make you feel even worse about his fucking return, dammit! sheesh. you want him to stay silent and just spread his arms in offering to let you suss out if he's alive or not? unfortunately he doesn't have ways of actually knowing what denji's thoughts are, but seeing little change in the other boy's expression after an attempt at comforting him, katsuki tells himself it might be best to let denji drive for now. whatever he needs to somehow convince himself he's not suffering another nightmare ready to be whisked away at a moment's notice. of course he can't expect his boyfriend to sober up the second he returns after he's spent hours despairing over his disappearance. probably similar issues when trying to tell his mom and dad he was okay, he wasn't dead, he was lying in the stupid hospital bed with oxygen in his nose and ivs in his arms and bandages everyfuckingwhere and they shouldn't be fretting over him and crying because he wasn't dead, dammit! it's probably the same damn thing. being the reason for someone else's pain. maybe his heart is straining, weakened from his transfer back into this world. but he trusts edgeshot's quirk and determination. his repaired heart was brought back from utter ruin by his mentor's desperate refusal to let him die, and his senpai's willingness to give his life if it meant snatching him back from the embrace of death. he won't hear someone smear their effort and sacrifices by doubting their strength! ... not that katsuki's going to run himself ragged on the treadmill to test it.
yet he still kissed him. sometime to try and give denji tangible proof he's not some wrecked ghost come to grace his bed for a few moments of garish goodbye before vanishing forever. denji's always been a physical person, even before becoming a half-devil, as it's far easier for him to accept what's right there in front of him, against him, than trust some words or far off future he has no clue about. this is real, this is now, this is what he can react to immediately without worrying about how or why he does something later. katsuki expects him to need his time to mourn and melt away his shock into tears. but right now, he needs his boyfriend to understand this is happening. he's back, albeit in rough shape, but he's alive and here. denji kisses back and that's all the assurance the young hero needs to know his lover's at least going to try. the kiss slowly breaks with a soft smack of skin peeling off skin, a gentle breath ghosting warm/cool on their mouths, and he eases back to sitting quiet.
he'll have to tell him eventually. of his fight with the others in that floating coffin, of how shigaraki ruined his arm, of how his heart exploded, of how best jeanist and edgeshot frantically kept him alive until they could repair his heart and save his life, of how he returned to save all might and received his armored splint, of how he fought against all for one and fucked his own arm and heart up even more with a death's-door-raised power level of his quirk, and finally ended that monster simply by running out the clock's last two minutes after so many other heroes weathered the hours before... was he scared? a few times. but by the time he woke in the hospital, he knew his body had paid a price for his victory.]
You will. [a soft, gentle affirming. denji will be there with him for much of this effort.] I'll tell you what we have to do. [passive physical therapy, where the treatments are performed by someone else on him, rather than by katsuki's attempts himself. lifting his arm, gently curling his fingers, bending at the elbow, resting it on a shoulder, reminding the muscles how to move even if katsuki's not allowed to actually try and move them. they aim to improve pain, range of motion, and function without requiring active participation from him. denji's going to have to be strong and both deal with katsuki's resulting pain and bitch at him for trying to speed up the process by moving on his own.
he rests his good hand over denji's once his lover settles on the bed in front of him, knees almost touching each other. a warm promise, offered help, reassurance, things he needs and wants badly right now.] I know. I'm not gonna let you down.
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yet he still kissed him. sometime to try and give denji tangible proof he's not some wrecked ghost come to grace his bed for a few moments of garish goodbye before vanishing forever. denji's always been a physical person, even before becoming a half-devil, as it's far easier for him to accept what's right there in front of him, against him, than trust some words or far off future he has no clue about. this is real, this is now, this is what he can react to immediately without worrying about how or why he does something later. katsuki expects him to need his time to mourn and melt away his shock into tears. but right now, he needs his boyfriend to understand this is happening. he's back, albeit in rough shape, but he's alive and here. denji kisses back and that's all the assurance the young hero needs to know his lover's at least going to try. the kiss slowly breaks with a soft smack of skin peeling off skin, a gentle breath ghosting warm/cool on their mouths, and he eases back to sitting quiet.
he'll have to tell him eventually. of his fight with the others in that floating coffin, of how shigaraki ruined his arm, of how his heart exploded, of how best jeanist and edgeshot frantically kept him alive until they could repair his heart and save his life, of how he returned to save all might and received his armored splint, of how he fought against all for one and fucked his own arm and heart up even more with a death's-door-raised power level of his quirk, and finally ended that monster simply by running out the clock's last two minutes after so many other heroes weathered the hours before... was he scared? a few times. but by the time he woke in the hospital, he knew his body had paid a price for his victory.]
You will. [a soft, gentle affirming. denji will be there with him for much of this effort.] I'll tell you what we have to do. [passive physical therapy, where the treatments are performed by someone else on him, rather than by katsuki's attempts himself. lifting his arm, gently curling his fingers, bending at the elbow, resting it on a shoulder, reminding the muscles how to move even if katsuki's not allowed to actually try and move them. they aim to improve pain, range of motion, and function without requiring active participation from him. denji's going to have to be strong and both deal with katsuki's resulting pain and bitch at him for trying to speed up the process by moving on his own.
he rests his good hand over denji's once his lover settles on the bed in front of him, knees almost touching each other. a warm promise, offered help, reassurance, things he needs and wants badly right now.] I know. I'm not gonna let you down.