[ there is some healing in those simple gestures of holding hands, seeking closeness, the slow exchange of words, merely coexisting and sharing space as they go through what has happened. neither of them is pressing to jump back into their old routine, nor are they eager to wipe away those tears and force themselves to move on from this. instead, both bakugou and denji are taking their time. they're facing it, talking about it, acknowledging it wasn't easy and it will never be, all the while making sure their feelings are heard. denji is scared, and he said it out loud. bakugou's wounds are too fresh, and he's not ready to talk about it right now, and he said it out loud. they both understood the pain won't leave their hearts anytime soon — and maybe that's okay. maybe that's how it's supposed to be. they should embrace that heartache, and perhaps in time, denji wouldn't be as scared, bakugou wouldn't be as reserved, and they both find their way to keep themselves grounded. they are fighting two completely different battles; the road to recovery is their journey that they need to explore on their own. denji didn't know where to begin, but he is ... slowly ... realizing that it was something only he could figure out, and when he does— he would be able to ask bakugou to help and do it right this time. he'd no longer find ease over someone dictating his every step, taking control of his life, but instead ask for their support. while the thought is there, and denji does wish to go through it, to be strong enough to execute it and prove to bakugou that he has grown, it's hard to deny that it is still tempting to sit back and allow someone else to fix everything for him. it's such a liberating feeling in a very fucked up way, even at the expense of his own freedom. ugh, maybe in a few days, when things calm down, he'll stop having such weird thoughts ... ]
Hmm, I might ... [ unlikely, considering what he can stomach; between eating nasty kaiju meat, swallowing devils and throwing them up, and feasting on something that is more delicate in its nature. denji is not apologetic about what he had done in the past yet subtly aware he shouldn't run his mouth about it around bakugou. regardless of their closeness and the fact his boyfriend did make an effort to be accepting of the half-devil's little quirks, this might breed some unwanted doubts. in the end, he won't forget he is dating a hero. perfect standards, polished grades, top of the class, born into a successful family, and has all the support to be the new symbol of peace. he's too damn bright and golden, and denji ... loves it. the scum in him loves he somehow managed to be associated with someone so perfect and so so good. someone who is -let's be real- out of his league. so, nope. no confessions of cannibalism. it's a good thing that kabru guy is not part of their close circle, probably never spoke to bakugou either (?), so that incident in the cult will not see the daylight.
unfortunately ... they're both oh so young. without breaking their kiss, one arm supported bakugou's lower back; fingers splayed to provide balance as he guided him downward. the other hovered just above the injured arm, not quite touching but never straying too far, a silent promise of protection. the sheets wrinkled softly beneath them, the mattress sinking with their weight. denji moved with the utmost caution, tugging on the pillows to provide extra support to bakugou's head/neck, ensuring he wouldn’t have to move too much. his hands ghosted over bakugou's side, lifting a lightweight blanket with care before draping it over them, the fabric settling in gentle folds before he got himself cozy on his side of the bed. he shifted, facing his lover under the shared warmth of the blanket, eye to eye. then, back to kissing him again. sighing softly, bakugou would feel the faint touch of his tongue between their pressed lips, the way denji relaxed his jaw, and the unspoken words of 'i missed you so much' — even if it was a few hours, he still missed him. ah, it was a bit tricky here, as he didn't know where he could and couldn't reach for. where it hurts and where it doesn't. even if bakugou's major wounds are explicit, it doesn't mean his bare skin isn't aching either. it's okay. all denji desires is more closeness, more warmth ... and while he couldn't pull his lover into an embrace, mindful of his chest injury, maybe he can get away by tracing a hand over his thigh, attentive to any reaction that might illustrate discomfort.
and because they're so young, denji will take a few pauses between each kiss. not that it contributed to anything more than turning it into some sensual tease to himself. ] Do you need ... painkillers? when was your last dose?
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Hmm, I might ... [ unlikely, considering what he can stomach; between eating nasty kaiju meat, swallowing devils and throwing them up, and feasting on something that is more delicate in its nature. denji is not apologetic about what he had done in the past yet subtly aware he shouldn't run his mouth about it around bakugou. regardless of their closeness and the fact his boyfriend did make an effort to be accepting of the half-devil's little quirks, this might breed some unwanted doubts. in the end, he won't forget he is dating a hero. perfect standards, polished grades, top of the class, born into a successful family, and has all the support to be the new symbol of peace. he's too damn bright and golden, and denji ... loves it. the scum in him loves he somehow managed to be associated with someone so perfect and so so good. someone who is -let's be real- out of his league. so, nope. no confessions of cannibalism. it's a good thing that kabru guy is not part of their close circle, probably never spoke to bakugou either (?), so that incident in the cult will not see the daylight.
unfortunately ... they're both oh so young. without breaking their kiss, one arm supported bakugou's lower back; fingers splayed to provide balance as he guided him downward. the other hovered just above the injured arm, not quite touching but never straying too far, a silent promise of protection. the sheets wrinkled softly beneath them, the mattress sinking with their weight. denji moved with the utmost caution, tugging on the pillows to provide extra support to bakugou's head/neck, ensuring he wouldn’t have to move too much. his hands ghosted over bakugou's side, lifting a lightweight blanket with care before draping it over them, the fabric settling in gentle folds before he got himself cozy on his side of the bed. he shifted, facing his lover under the shared warmth of the blanket, eye to eye. then, back to kissing him again. sighing softly, bakugou would feel the faint touch of his tongue between their pressed lips, the way denji relaxed his jaw, and the unspoken words of 'i missed you so much' — even if it was a few hours, he still missed him. ah, it was a bit tricky here, as he didn't know where he could and couldn't reach for. where it hurts and where it doesn't. even if bakugou's major wounds are explicit, it doesn't mean his bare skin isn't aching either. it's okay. all denji desires is more closeness, more warmth ... and while he couldn't pull his lover into an embrace, mindful of his chest injury, maybe he can get away by tracing a hand over his thigh, attentive to any reaction that might illustrate discomfort.
and because they're so young, denji will take a few pauses between each kiss. not that it contributed to anything more than turning it into some sensual tease to himself. ] Do you need ... painkillers? when was your last dose?