[ of course he will be called out on the flattery, but aside from offering bakugou a smile, he'd leave it at that. there's a lot of unspoken truth between them, and if denji is honest— he doesn't mind it. this might be his first time building a relationship that didn't involve his past or whose heart he had beating in his chest; it was more of him being a kid for a change. it's about experiencing life in a way he never had the opportunity to. wake up, go to work, buy some groceries, head home, clean up, have dinner then watch a movie. denji didn't need to live in poverty and have people dictating what he could and couldn't do anymore— he had a choice to be who he wanted and for once, when he was around bakugou, he didn't care for chainsaw man. he just wanted to be a kid, hang with another kid, and do normal shit.
it would've been nice to be emotionally intelligent to comprehend why he's feeling this way other than 'me have money. me happy'. it was a lot more than that, but give denji some time to figure it out on his own. for now, he leaves to get himself cleaned followed by a change of clothes. the warm waters return to bliss their base again, and the hot springs are long forgotten. back to their old routine.
as he entered the kitchen again, denji paced himself until he was standing behind the other boy, peering over and catching whatever bakugou was occupied with, probably working his knife skills and chopping away. it was a bit chilly indoors, as the base didn't have the best heating system, so he was wearing a gray hoodie and black sweats to keep himself cozy. gently, he leaned over, resting his chin on bakugou's shoulder as he continued his work; not thinking much of it. power had the habit of being in personal space at all times, and even then denji didn't think it was too weird. ] I am ready to taste test. Gimme.
[ well, it is helping. he is sacrificing his tongue for the sake of perfecting the flavor— surely, bakugou will consider this a crucial role in the cooking process. then again, would anyone trust someone who can stomach eating monsters and devils raw? hmm. ] Oh, and about the steak ... is it true in fancy restaurants you get to choose the way you want it cooked?
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it would've been nice to be emotionally intelligent to comprehend why he's feeling this way other than 'me have money. me happy'. it was a lot more than that, but give denji some time to figure it out on his own. for now, he leaves to get himself cleaned followed by a change of clothes. the warm waters return to bliss their base again, and the hot springs are long forgotten. back to their old routine.
as he entered the kitchen again, denji paced himself until he was standing behind the other boy, peering over and catching whatever bakugou was occupied with, probably working his knife skills and chopping away. it was a bit chilly indoors, as the base didn't have the best heating system, so he was wearing a gray hoodie and black sweats to keep himself cozy. gently, he leaned over, resting his chin on bakugou's shoulder as he continued his work; not thinking much of it. power had the habit of being in personal space at all times, and even then denji didn't think it was too weird. ] I am ready to taste test. Gimme.
[ well, it is helping. he is sacrificing his tongue for the sake of perfecting the flavor— surely, bakugou will consider this a crucial role in the cooking process. then again, would anyone trust someone who can stomach eating monsters and devils raw? hmm. ] Oh, and about the steak ... is it true in fancy restaurants you get to choose the way you want it cooked?