[bakugou bites at his lip even if it means making the smile vanish for a gasp or increase with pleasure. no complaint from his mouth about denji's insistence on treating all food as sacred. even if he'll put his foot down when it comes to his boyfriend wanting to save fish bones and clam shells. look, he'll boil them to make a stock, but he's not gonna watch his mate crunch away on scraps and refuse as if he's got no idea where or when his next meal will come from! (no he doesn't bitch at denji for apple cores or carrot tops, but he's not making any damn banana peel "spaghetti" - that's bullshit and you know it.)
alas, he can't answer any questions on why the other boy might start chewing on devils during his fights, apart from needing blood to regenerate his injuries being the obvious answer. why bother wasting time holding up the spigot for a drink, or exposing your vulnerable side to bend down and lap, when you could do damage with a chomp and regenerate simultaneously? maybe he should tell denji about that yakuza member who's quirk was eating things... he might be intrigued by it. or that straight-jacket freak who could attack by elongating his teeth to fucking ridiculous size and shapes. gross. bakugo used to carry some little packets of his blood on him when teamed up with denji during kaiju fights, but he stopped doing that after the disastrous vegas mission, aware of denji's feelings about hurting him in the desert. it hasn't been a problem since, though they did have that talk about how to supplement that in a battle. raw meat or blood packets.
oy, don't talk about emotional injury unless you want to see bakugou get growly. does he consider himself emotionally injured? no, though he unconsciously bears scars of war in his mind and heart as well as on his flesh. he endured war and experienced it, but refuses to let the battle cripple him in any way. a hero doesn't falter in fear or ptsd flashes! (this from the guy who still tenses up if someone grabs him by the nape out of nowhere -- thanks, fucking bacon face.) if anything lingers after the war, it's a quiet somber over not being able to save everyone. he didn't have a final boss he emotionally resonated with like the other three, and yet, he saw how sorrowful midoriya, todoroki, and uraraka were over their inability to save the villains they tried their hardest to reach. he'll eventually talk to denji about these things. though they lost plenty of heroes and villains in the war, miraculously, his classmates and teachers all made it through. though midnight's death will forever affect him. as for his arm, well dammit, he's getting the fucker back! even if physical therapy drags him through hell to reach it! there's time to think about his unknown future and his fear later. denji will probably need to do some digging to reach that topic.]
Not right now. [which is probably telling. aching happens when he pain meds wear off. throbbing, burning, itching, freezing, whatever the fuck his frayed nerves feel like feeling under his skin. breaking his bones in so many places, having his muscles ripped apart, his flesh half peeled off from the torquing, his arm went through a lot. but the doctors did their damnest and its shape was salvaged. these ugly scars and weaknesses will be the payment for quite some time. bakugou drops his head to the side, breath catching as denji latches onto the slope of his neck. he feels no pain now. only denji. his boyfriend, his warm body, his strong form, his sucking drag and sharp teeth. leaving marks already. on his skin that's already mottled from before. tension pulls at his body, free arm wrapping around denji's shoulders in a desperate grab that sees his fingers digging into the other boy's shoulder blade as he works on his collarbone next. dammit, he's really trying to rile him up, and it's working. gentle kisses to heady sucks. but when he reaches below his collar, hovering above the repaired damage of his chest and sternum... reality finally takes its due and bakugou drops his head on the pillow.
dammit. downstairs is working just fine! why's denji gonna focus on his fucked-up upstairs?! ... fuck.]
If you got some around here, fine. [might as well finish what was started.]
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alas, he can't answer any questions on why the other boy might start chewing on devils during his fights, apart from needing blood to regenerate his injuries being the obvious answer. why bother wasting time holding up the spigot for a drink, or exposing your vulnerable side to bend down and lap, when you could do damage with a chomp and regenerate simultaneously? maybe he should tell denji about that yakuza member who's quirk was eating things... he might be intrigued by it. or that straight-jacket freak who could attack by elongating his teeth to fucking ridiculous size and shapes. gross. bakugo used to carry some little packets of his blood on him when teamed up with denji during kaiju fights, but he stopped doing that after the disastrous vegas mission, aware of denji's feelings about hurting him in the desert. it hasn't been a problem since, though they did have that talk about how to supplement that in a battle. raw meat or blood packets.
oy, don't talk about emotional injury unless you want to see bakugou get growly. does he consider himself emotionally injured? no, though he unconsciously bears scars of war in his mind and heart as well as on his flesh. he endured war and experienced it, but refuses to let the battle cripple him in any way. a hero doesn't falter in fear or ptsd flashes! (this from the guy who still tenses up if someone grabs him by the nape out of nowhere -- thanks, fucking bacon face.) if anything lingers after the war, it's a quiet somber over not being able to save everyone. he didn't have a final boss he emotionally resonated with like the other three, and yet, he saw how sorrowful midoriya, todoroki, and uraraka were over their inability to save the villains they tried their hardest to reach. he'll eventually talk to denji about these things. though they lost plenty of heroes and villains in the war, miraculously, his classmates and teachers all made it through. though midnight's death will forever affect him. as for his arm, well dammit, he's getting the fucker back! even if physical therapy drags him through hell to reach it! there's time to think about his unknown future and his fear later. denji will probably need to do some digging to reach that topic.]
Not right now. [which is probably telling. aching happens when he pain meds wear off. throbbing, burning, itching, freezing, whatever the fuck his frayed nerves feel like feeling under his skin. breaking his bones in so many places, having his muscles ripped apart, his flesh half peeled off from the torquing, his arm went through a lot. but the doctors did their damnest and its shape was salvaged. these ugly scars and weaknesses will be the payment for quite some time. bakugou drops his head to the side, breath catching as denji latches onto the slope of his neck. he feels no pain now. only denji. his boyfriend, his warm body, his strong form, his sucking drag and sharp teeth. leaving marks already. on his skin that's already mottled from before. tension pulls at his body, free arm wrapping around denji's shoulders in a desperate grab that sees his fingers digging into the other boy's shoulder blade as he works on his collarbone next. dammit, he's really trying to rile him up, and it's working. gentle kisses to heady sucks. but when he reaches below his collar, hovering above the repaired damage of his chest and sternum... reality finally takes its due and bakugou drops his head on the pillow.
dammit. downstairs is working just fine! why's denji gonna focus on his fucked-up upstairs?! ... fuck.]
If you got some around here, fine. [might as well finish what was started.]