[ the bite, unfortunately, just made his smile a bit wider. still spicy, even when injured. and, no, denji will always finish every single edible portion within sight; whether it's bones or fruit peels, they're still nutritious. this might be a habit that would be difficult, if not impossible, to break away from— unless katsuki has the energy to prepare a second meal of the leftovers or maybe promise denji he will reserve them later for another dish. compromise. it might bring an unattractive visual to the other fellow everlight sharing their space, to open the fridge and see a small container full of chewed bones, shells, and other undesired bits of a meal. maybe at times, one of their teammates thought they were doing the base a favor by tossing them, and hence denji's utter heartbreak of good food going to waste. yeah, it would be a lot easier for bakugou to let this guy munch away and not stress himself over the aftercare.
and the part about dying. when/if denji finds out about that, he'd be more focused on bakugou. considering he experienced dying in every gruesome method possible- it's safe to say he knew how utterly traumatizing it is. the pain, the fear, the slow descent into darkness, and the unknown of what will happen next. For devils, it might be child's play, but for someone who is human, flesh and soul, bakugou surely wouldn't brush it off as another monday. then again, he had a feeling bakugou isn't the type to get too personal about certain matters, often choosing to deal with it on his own, it's less of the hero faking a brave face and more of a genuine dismissal of matters he cannot control. it happened. why dwell on it? he's alive. move on. well, denji hopes that's not the case. while he didn't know the remedy to heal such anxieties, he's certain dismissing them is not an option either. since he's the one in charge, leading the recovery mission, he decided to give the hero a week or so to calm down before cornering him. yeah, be ready for that one, babe.
as for marking his lover, it was an honest error from his end, one he should have apologized for but didn't. after all, denji was attentive to the other, mindful of every shift or ease in bakugou's features, searching for any inkling of discomfort with every move. if those small hickeys didn't hurt him, then it's fine. he's not about to treat his boyfriend as frail. even when mild frustrations slip in, watching the way his head dropped back against the pillow, blinking slowly with his head tipped to the side. what's up with that? no idea. ]
Okay. I'll change 'em. [ he knew he had a first aid medical kit somewhere in his cluttered room, something he decided to include a few months after they started getting cozy with each other, adopting a joint night routine that involved— well, some patching up. both their jobs are not easy; between fighting kaiju and criminals alike, bakugou would need a little attention after an exhausting shift. ah, he's thinking about whether he had enough bandages to attend to all those wounds. when was the last time he checked if it required some restock? he's thinking about it, seemingly distracted, before denji pulled away; his hands pressed against the mattress on bakugou's sides, muscles tensing as he gradually pushed himself up. the fabric of the blanket over him was clinging to him for a fleeting moment before it relented, sliding down the curve of his back in a lazy descent.
just when denji gives the impression of leaving the bed to fetch the medical supplies, he ends up fiddling with bakugou's pants instead. he hooks his fingers on the hem, securing his waistline before tugging down. he then gestures for the other boy to arch his back a bit, allowing him to decide how far he can comply and lift his hips without triggering any ache. on any other day, denji would manhandle him, but that's off-limits until full recovery. he doesn't plan to strip him off completely, too much effort, just enough skin for denji to bend over, curl his fingers around his lover's cock, and - well, continue his string of soft, light kisses along his length, up to the tip; breath warm, cheeks flustered. ]
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and the part about dying. when/if denji finds out about that, he'd be more focused on bakugou. considering he experienced dying in every gruesome method possible- it's safe to say he knew how utterly traumatizing it is. the pain, the fear, the slow descent into darkness, and the unknown of what will happen next. For devils, it might be child's play, but for someone who is human, flesh and soul, bakugou surely wouldn't brush it off as another monday. then again, he had a feeling bakugou isn't the type to get too personal about certain matters, often choosing to deal with it on his own, it's less of the hero faking a brave face and more of a genuine dismissal of matters he cannot control. it happened. why dwell on it? he's alive. move on. well, denji hopes that's not the case. while he didn't know the remedy to heal such anxieties, he's certain dismissing them is not an option either. since he's the one in charge, leading the recovery mission, he decided to give the hero a week or so to calm down before cornering him. yeah, be ready for that one, babe.
as for marking his lover, it was an honest error from his end, one he should have apologized for but didn't. after all, denji was attentive to the other, mindful of every shift or ease in bakugou's features, searching for any inkling of discomfort with every move. if those small hickeys didn't hurt him, then it's fine. he's not about to treat his boyfriend as frail. even when mild frustrations slip in, watching the way his head dropped back against the pillow, blinking slowly with his head tipped to the side. what's up with that? no idea. ]
Okay. I'll change 'em. [ he knew he had a first aid medical kit somewhere in his cluttered room, something he decided to include a few months after they started getting cozy with each other, adopting a joint night routine that involved— well, some patching up. both their jobs are not easy; between fighting kaiju and criminals alike, bakugou would need a little attention after an exhausting shift. ah, he's thinking about whether he had enough bandages to attend to all those wounds. when was the last time he checked if it required some restock? he's thinking about it, seemingly distracted, before denji pulled away; his hands pressed against the mattress on bakugou's sides, muscles tensing as he gradually pushed himself up. the fabric of the blanket over him was clinging to him for a fleeting moment before it relented, sliding down the curve of his back in a lazy descent.
just when denji gives the impression of leaving the bed to fetch the medical supplies, he ends up fiddling with bakugou's pants instead. he hooks his fingers on the hem, securing his waistline before tugging down. he then gestures for the other boy to arch his back a bit, allowing him to decide how far he can comply and lift his hips without triggering any ache. on any other day, denji would manhandle him, but that's off-limits until full recovery. he doesn't plan to strip him off completely, too much effort, just enough skin for denji to bend over, curl his fingers around his lover's cock, and - well, continue his string of soft, light kisses along his length, up to the tip; breath warm, cheeks flustered. ]