[ there is a part of him that is mindful and oddly aware that not everyone can handle his past, who he is, and what awaits him in the future, often trying to find a balance between being honest and reserving on certain details. of course he wanted bakugou to get to know the real him, open up to him and trust his boyfriend enough that he will not repel him— it's difficult when he also is desperate to protect the young hero, as well. there is beauty in bakugou's unshakable desire to fight for a better world, to reach a hand out to those who need saving, hopeful that everyone could be saved because that's what heroes are for ... to 'fix' the world and make it a better place. denji did not believe that. not in his life. not among devils. not in a japan that lost all its humanity. he knew if he invited bakugou further in, fed him every segment of his timeline, and painted a clear image of what it's like in his home, he might ruin that brilliance inside of him. denji could be wrong; he could be foolish to assume katsuki would have any doubts, but he loves that boy too much to risk it. he wants him to carry that flame until his last breath, the confidence that societies can change, good overcomes evil - he loved to see him thrive like that, content to rest under the shadow of his shine until he can no longer do it. this is their time together; not everything should be heartbreaking and full of sorrow. he wants his lover to see him get better, find some peace, and be happy. whatever awaits them after they part ways will be buried with denji; he will endure it alone, only wishing that bakugou will remember him with a smile over anything else.
the little tease made denji scoff a bit, bringing his free hand to rub away the few tears that made their way down his hot cheeks. ah, busted. he knew bakugou was trying to lighten the mood, and he also knew he took his words in the way he intended, so there was no sense of urgency to explain himself. he kept his head low, hiding behind those messy bangs (time for a haircut for sure), leaning his head against the other. there is something unspoken about denji's body language: the lack of confidence in it, almost hiding or seeking refuge against bakugou's, begging for comfort. ] ... I still have some candy in my stash since fucking xmas. I don't blame you for stopping me that day. Heh ... [ as for the other times denji was dramatic enough to protest for not getting his way, well— bakugou denying him is justified most of the time. it didn't mean the half-devil wouldn't pull out his fake 'smart' glasses and try to negotiate a deal, but you can't win them all. and, after he's done scowling at a nearby wall, he is still aware that his heart is full of warmth. he loved every moment they had together. last night? or, this early morning, to be precise ... might not be a fond memory he'd like to keep. he's still a bit shaken from it, the faintest hint of a quiver through his fingers, unwilling to let go of the other's hand as they sat there on the bed, staring down at their knees.
bakugou is apologizing. the first time was a bit tolerable; the second made denji close to breaking apart again. he pressed his lips together, holding still, muting the shudder in his breath. he's quiet for a bit, unsure what to say. it wasn't his boyfriend's fault, yet he understood that guilt. he understood bakugou was hurting, too. they're both trying to be each other's safe space, trying their best to push through all those foreign emotions that are consuming them. denji might not be as helpful at this moment, but he's adamant about not entertaining those thoughts for too long. the hero needs him to step up, and he will. he will attend all the physical therapy sessions. he will take care of the heavy-duty side of the job, pick up on bakugou's active cases, patrol the streets, and let the other focus on the paperwork or solving the puzzle from the office. whatever he can do to support him through the healing journey, denji is committed wholeheartedly. as for now, he will carry a face full of tears, whimper softly under his breath, and allow himself to be utterly vulnerable under the weight of his grief. maybe they both need to do this? drop their guard and just — let it be.
denji leaned in to kiss him soon after; started with a brief touch against bakugou's cheek, and then the corner of his mouth, and another on the lips. he shifts a bit, turning his upper body to face the other before kissing him again, deeper, allowing his lover to relax his arm if he wishes to. is he hiding behind intimacy? ... maybe. however, wasn't bakugou gone for a long time? denji knew how it worked. a few hours, a few seconds ... could mean days, weeks, or even months back home. how long was the hero gone? when was the last time, in his memory, they shared a kiss? when was the last time someone got close to him? a little reminder won't hurt. denji is very careful not to touch any open wounds or his aching arm. after all, he wanted his boyfriend to feel ... good. ]
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the little tease made denji scoff a bit, bringing his free hand to rub away the few tears that made their way down his hot cheeks. ah, busted. he knew bakugou was trying to lighten the mood, and he also knew he took his words in the way he intended, so there was no sense of urgency to explain himself. he kept his head low, hiding behind those messy bangs (time for a haircut for sure), leaning his head against the other. there is something unspoken about denji's body language: the lack of confidence in it, almost hiding or seeking refuge against bakugou's, begging for comfort. ] ... I still have some candy in my stash since fucking xmas. I don't blame you for stopping me that day. Heh ... [ as for the other times denji was dramatic enough to protest for not getting his way, well— bakugou denying him is justified most of the time. it didn't mean the half-devil wouldn't pull out his fake 'smart' glasses and try to negotiate a deal, but you can't win them all. and, after he's done scowling at a nearby wall, he is still aware that his heart is full of warmth. he loved every moment they had together. last night? or, this early morning, to be precise ... might not be a fond memory he'd like to keep. he's still a bit shaken from it, the faintest hint of a quiver through his fingers, unwilling to let go of the other's hand as they sat there on the bed, staring down at their knees.
bakugou is apologizing. the first time was a bit tolerable; the second made denji close to breaking apart again. he pressed his lips together, holding still, muting the shudder in his breath. he's quiet for a bit, unsure what to say. it wasn't his boyfriend's fault, yet he understood that guilt. he understood bakugou was hurting, too. they're both trying to be each other's safe space, trying their best to push through all those foreign emotions that are consuming them. denji might not be as helpful at this moment, but he's adamant about not entertaining those thoughts for too long. the hero needs him to step up, and he will. he will attend all the physical therapy sessions. he will take care of the heavy-duty side of the job, pick up on bakugou's active cases, patrol the streets, and let the other focus on the paperwork or solving the puzzle from the office. whatever he can do to support him through the healing journey, denji is committed wholeheartedly. as for now, he will carry a face full of tears, whimper softly under his breath, and allow himself to be utterly vulnerable under the weight of his grief. maybe they both need to do this? drop their guard and just — let it be.
denji leaned in to kiss him soon after; started with a brief touch against bakugou's cheek, and then the corner of his mouth, and another on the lips. he shifts a bit, turning his upper body to face the other before kissing him again, deeper, allowing his lover to relax his arm if he wishes to. is he hiding behind intimacy? ... maybe. however, wasn't bakugou gone for a long time? denji knew how it worked. a few hours, a few seconds ... could mean days, weeks, or even months back home. how long was the hero gone? when was the last time, in his memory, they shared a kiss? when was the last time someone got close to him? a little reminder won't hurt. denji is very careful not to touch any open wounds or his aching arm. after all, he wanted his boyfriend to feel ... good. ]