[ he can almost hear the disbelieve in bakugou's tone here, in which he returns it with a faint smile, one that is a bit apologetic for that tiny white lie. yeah, they both know gluttony is denji's main sin, a few inches higher than lust, and while he likes to make an excuse for growing up starved enough to use clean toilet paper as his dinner— did he have any reason to carry that habit now that he's secured financially and surrounded with people who enjoy feeding him? there is no doubt denji is slowly but surely adopting the culture of 'feeding' on his enemy, almost as if mimicking the way the chainsaw devil would function in a fight. sure, it helps heal his wounds, but it's also a growing instinct to not only kill but to grab a taste. is this why he started feasting on the falling devil during their fight? was he actively thinking of erasing them, or was he doing it subconsciously? did he consider how the world would function without such a concept? nope. head empty, but the stomach is happy. this— is something he will have to think about if it ever crossed his mind as a red flag. in this city, where his powers are limited and only one devil is around as a threat, perhaps he didn't need to stress about it. the kaiju palate cleansing will be purely for the sake of healing and growing missing chunks out of his flesh. as for asking bakugou for a few drops of his blood during missions, that will stop. he'd rather carry around extra fuel, such as blood capsules or anything functional, or feast on a kaiju's corpse. his boyfriend is off-limits moving forward. for very valid reasons.
of course he will be responsible. this is the ultimate test in his journey of having a mate, and he plans to come out of it with high scores. his boyfriend is injured, not only physically but also emotionally. going through a war can leave an endless scar, plenty of near-death experiences traumas, and at times - survival guilt. while bakugou hasn't talked about it yet, denji is certain he probably lost a few people he cared about, and on top of all that ... he almost lost his arm, and with it, he might've lost his dream of being a pro hero. the future is uncertain, will he ever regain his strength back, or is that arm will never be able to cope with the intensity of his quirk? the unknown is terrifying. bakugou, despite the calm behind his gaze, the desire to indulge in their brief intimacy and comfort his boyfriend, is probably - scared. he's just not the type to show it; whether it's pride or strength or both, denji didn't want to dismiss it. ah, it's okay if they don't talk about it, but this is still bakugou's time. his time to lean on the other, his time to be taken care of. ]
And you're not in pain? [ the agonizing type, when the meds wear off, but yeah— he assumes the hero will feel a lingering throbbing ache in the early weeks into the recovery. still careful, still conscious of their bodies, denji's gaze drifted downward. a thought perked his interest as he leaned closer, instead of targeting those lips, he went for a fading bruise on bakugou's neck. there was another over his throat, a bit darker, and this skin is fated to be extra sensitive. yet, with a tilt of his head, he lightly brushed his lips over it and another right above his collarbone. the touch is more of a whisper, as if each kiss could take away even a fraction of his pain. those were the small ones, but staring lower, with bakugou's top still unbuttoned and with his bandages exposed, the half-devil could see the real damage; the harsh discolorations bloomed along his ribs, the dried blood stains all over the coverings and the scars underneath. can he? should he ... ? kiss it. would it be soothing, or would it hurt as hell? probably painful. of course it would. ]
Shouldn't we change the bandages? We will be sleeping for a few hours ...
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of course he will be responsible. this is the ultimate test in his journey of having a mate, and he plans to come out of it with high scores. his boyfriend is injured, not only physically but also emotionally. going through a war can leave an endless scar, plenty of near-death experiences traumas, and at times - survival guilt. while bakugou hasn't talked about it yet, denji is certain he probably lost a few people he cared about, and on top of all that ... he almost lost his arm, and with it, he might've lost his dream of being a pro hero. the future is uncertain, will he ever regain his strength back, or is that arm will never be able to cope with the intensity of his quirk? the unknown is terrifying. bakugou, despite the calm behind his gaze, the desire to indulge in their brief intimacy and comfort his boyfriend, is probably - scared. he's just not the type to show it; whether it's pride or strength or both, denji didn't want to dismiss it. ah, it's okay if they don't talk about it, but this is still bakugou's time. his time to lean on the other, his time to be taken care of. ]
And you're not in pain? [ the agonizing type, when the meds wear off, but yeah— he assumes the hero will feel a lingering throbbing ache in the early weeks into the recovery. still careful, still conscious of their bodies, denji's gaze drifted downward. a thought perked his interest as he leaned closer, instead of targeting those lips, he went for a fading bruise on bakugou's neck. there was another over his throat, a bit darker, and this skin is fated to be extra sensitive. yet, with a tilt of his head, he lightly brushed his lips over it and another right above his collarbone. the touch is more of a whisper, as if each kiss could take away even a fraction of his pain. those were the small ones, but staring lower, with bakugou's top still unbuttoned and with his bandages exposed, the half-devil could see the real damage; the harsh discolorations bloomed along his ribs, the dried blood stains all over the coverings and the scars underneath. can he? should he ... ? kiss it. would it be soothing, or would it hurt as hell? probably painful. of course it would. ]
Shouldn't we change the bandages? We will be sleeping for a few hours ...