[might. only a might. bakugou's seen darkness in his own world. and his world didn't have the excuse of devils from another realm. only human darkness. bad choices made from fear, pride, eagerness, protection, good and bad reasons and emotions. even good choices that ended up with bad results. he's seen people murder, he's seen people die, he's seen people torture, imprison, bully, hurt, ignore, abandon. he's walked through ugly alleys and stood in criminal dens. yet all of that comes from a young man who never lived in the shadows. of course his mindset will never be able to align with denji's. and he has to accept that. but at the same time, he has to prove to his boyfriend nothing he says or does (short of straight-up continued villainy) would ever be enough to turn bakugou away from him. the only way to prove it is to smash into every damn doubt the half-devil births in his head, crash against each foul thought promising nothing good can come to or for someone as messed up and unimportant as denji, sink his hands into them like shadowy vestiges and rip them apart one by one, over and over, as many times as he needs to in order to reach that small boy way down inside, and offer his hand to him. maybe he'll never be able to touch his soul and heart in this life... but he won't stop trying. he vowed to never be one of those bodies lying behind denji. never wear a label of regret, betrayer, left, mistake, abuser, or anything else littering his boyfriend's past. bakugou won't break that vow. ever.
he lifts his head to give him some space enough for his hand's invading between them, watching his skin come away wet with tears smeared across his cheeks and nose. good thing he doesn't bother explaining himself; that'd've gotten a miffed look. part of him wants to raise denji's head, look into his eyes and remove them from the shield of his bangs. but he holds back, waiting to let the other boy make that decision for himself. he doesn't expect his body to swim with confidence and assurance right now. not after having someone he cared for so much so suddenly and easily ripped away from him. it's a miracle the other boy's even got his head together as much as he does. he continues to be his source of strength. as much as he can. if it'll be of any comfort to him.]
You would've gotten sick. [can denji get sick? he's seen his boyfriend eat a lot of things... going on a sugar binge would make him hyper at worst. those other aspects when he had to put his foot down for one reason or another are becoming more rare as they two work out their life compromises between them. denji's more and more able to cut deals with the hero, and bakugou's able to encourage the hunter to accept a few more "healthy" life choices. hopefully, this trauma will begin to fade after a few weeks. he'll never be able to convince denji he won't leave. but he intends to give him day after day of good memories as long as he's here. fingers wander across his own and he curls them, lacing their digits together and brushing his fingertips over the back of denji's hands, feeling warm skin and slender bone. physical. raw. present.
they can compromise, again, one actions going forward. of course bakugou's going to be mad he has to let his boyfriend take over the heavier work. grump about not being able to drive as much. stuck doing paperwork instead of kicking villain butt. relegated to handcuffing the bad guy only after denji's beaten them to a sobbing mess. guess they'll be working together more in the kitchen too, sharing meal making in their rooms over the small collection of burners and cutting boards. that'll be nice though. making the bed's gonna suck...
he leans into the kiss once it settles on his cheek. eyes lid halfway as they gravitate around towards his mouth. finally closing when lips meet lips and he's taken back to so many times they've kissed together. sheets scuff under skin and clothes, knees clunking as denji faces him and deepens the kiss. he eases his arm to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder, his bad one remaining resting on his thigh under the care of bakugou's back of the mind. intimacy might be a shield, but it's also its own bandage. and denji's right. it's been days in the hero's world. days since he's had a kiss, been kissed, but the man he loves. only a few hours here, but so many in his mind. the half-devil knows what that's like, doesn't he. unfortunately... kissing is touch and denji is a very attractive young man. and bakugou's still a young man himself. memories and heat eagerly return to his mind, resulting in his hand curling in his boyfriend's shirt and giving him a small pull forward. if he's not stopped, bakugou's going to ease onto his back and pull denji down with him.]
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he lifts his head to give him some space enough for his hand's invading between them, watching his skin come away wet with tears smeared across his cheeks and nose. good thing he doesn't bother explaining himself; that'd've gotten a miffed look. part of him wants to raise denji's head, look into his eyes and remove them from the shield of his bangs. but he holds back, waiting to let the other boy make that decision for himself. he doesn't expect his body to swim with confidence and assurance right now. not after having someone he cared for so much so suddenly and easily ripped away from him. it's a miracle the other boy's even got his head together as much as he does. he continues to be his source of strength. as much as he can. if it'll be of any comfort to him.]
You would've gotten sick. [can denji get sick? he's seen his boyfriend eat a lot of things... going on a sugar binge would make him hyper at worst. those other aspects when he had to put his foot down for one reason or another are becoming more rare as they two work out their life compromises between them. denji's more and more able to cut deals with the hero, and bakugou's able to encourage the hunter to accept a few more "healthy" life choices. hopefully, this trauma will begin to fade after a few weeks. he'll never be able to convince denji he won't leave. but he intends to give him day after day of good memories as long as he's here. fingers wander across his own and he curls them, lacing their digits together and brushing his fingertips over the back of denji's hands, feeling warm skin and slender bone. physical. raw. present.
they can compromise, again, one actions going forward. of course bakugou's going to be mad he has to let his boyfriend take over the heavier work. grump about not being able to drive as much. stuck doing paperwork instead of kicking villain butt. relegated to handcuffing the bad guy only after denji's beaten them to a sobbing mess. guess they'll be working together more in the kitchen too, sharing meal making in their rooms over the small collection of burners and cutting boards. that'll be nice though. making the bed's gonna suck...
he leans into the kiss once it settles on his cheek. eyes lid halfway as they gravitate around towards his mouth. finally closing when lips meet lips and he's taken back to so many times they've kissed together. sheets scuff under skin and clothes, knees clunking as denji faces him and deepens the kiss. he eases his arm to rest on his boyfriend's shoulder, his bad one remaining resting on his thigh under the care of bakugou's back of the mind. intimacy might be a shield, but it's also its own bandage. and denji's right. it's been days in the hero's world. days since he's had a kiss, been kissed, but the man he loves. only a few hours here, but so many in his mind. the half-devil knows what that's like, doesn't he. unfortunately... kissing is touch and denji is a very attractive young man. and bakugou's still a young man himself. memories and heat eagerly return to his mind, resulting in his hand curling in his boyfriend's shirt and giving him a small pull forward. if he's not stopped, bakugou's going to ease onto his back and pull denji down with him.]