[despite their relationship and experiences together, there are things that are incompatible between them. understanding how each other process things and handle intense elements is one of them. their backgrounds and histories are so completely divergent, it's impossible for bakugou to really "get" how denji handles his trauma, leaving him frustrated when his attempts backfire in his face. likely a similar feeling to denji's frustrations over bakugou never being the kind of open person willing to share when he's feeling badly. he knows his boyfriend's not mentally healthy or emotionally put together, missing out on those growing years with a strong family and friends to form such resistances and safe coping mechanisms. but it doesn't make it easy on bakugou to be put on the back foot. he's so used to understanding and being able to handle people, finding himself glancing off and struggling for balance is a completely alien experience. even if he's felt it with denji a few times. the immature side of himself often wants to toss his hands and "fine" until the other boy's able to pull himself together in his own way. but, maturity's a bitch and he stays.

can't say the kiss was a smart move or not. part of him wonders if physical touch, while reassuring and comforting to denji, will somehow be construed as a way to shut up his emotions and push aside his thoughts or feelings in exchange for a few pats and rubs. leaving him alone to handle his grief and fears on his own while his body receives its shot of dopamine. he doesn't want denji to think his raw gooey messy parts aren't important. as the kiss separates, bakugou realizes he's going to have to trust the half-devil on what's good for him. he can't make those decisions himself. he shouldn't. what he can do right now is to simply be with him, and let him know he's not going anywhere. that for all his strength, bakugou's going to be relying on denji for help in the next several months. therapy's not going to be fun or easy. as for lilith... hell no. those bastards have no idea what kind of work the doctors in bakugou's world did to put his arm and organs back to this state. he doesn't want them reverse engineering his surgery and trying to fix it faster, shove nanobots in his blood, or lop his fucking arm off as they seem so eager to do for people who get wrecked. leave lilith out of this.]

I'd be a pretty shit hero if I let my biggest fan down. [of course he's feeling guilty about all of this! it's stupid hero guilt he's so quick to yell at others for feeling, and then hypocritically dumps on himself! enjoy playing with that, denji. bakugou glances down to the other teen's thumb as it brushes over his knuckles. ironic part is, he's probably going to have to do the same motions during therapy on his fucked up arm. well, maybe not the kissing part. denji's soft touch, the devotion in his silent promise, brings warmth to his chest and a gentle throb in his heart. ow. kind of... he curls his hand around his boyfriend's and nudges his knuckles against his mouth in a small return of that affectionate contact. they have their differences, but it only makes him love this guy even more. he didn't fall for denji because he was the "ideal" guy with a perfect everything. he fell for him because no matter what, denji continued getting up.]

I know you can. I'll tell you all about it later. [he wants to give them both some time to rest and recover from the shock of vanishing and returning. rather than tell denji about how his arm was wrecked, his heart exploded, endeavor lost his arm, midoriya had his own arms decayed off, uraraka got almost eviscerated, todoroki had to almost kill his own murderous brother... all might... no, he'll tell denji the details later when they're in a better state to talk.] Yeah, some are more banged up than others, but they're alive.