[ he could've moved, true, but why bother? when he can simply get the job done from where he was. not that bakugou could've seen it, considering their posture, but denji didn't even notice the smirk that was provoked by his teammate's reaction. listen, he won't (purposely) harass him again, but that was fun. it's over, though. kacchan is free from being his emotional support human for the night. ]
He fucked off all right! [ he nods, happy that he made the right choice with that criminal, even when deep down in his soul he just wanted to use his new weapon. a tiny urge to abuse power. regardless, it was super important to report to his partner about everything, blah blah something about the police code— even when he didn't believe in half of it, denji still wants to take this job seriously. it pays well, really well, and bakugou went out of his way to help him get in. so, he will do his best to switch his little pochita heart into giving a fuck about the civilians here and help around.
they finally settle at the dining table, each has their dish in front, beautifully served. he went ahead and filled bakugou's glass before he picked up his own to cheer; smiling. he's pretending they're not about to inhale a bunch load of food coloring and sugar in one go, but whatever. it can't be worse than feasting on a fucking kaiju. without wasting any time, he digs in, taking in a bite from his bowl. he's salivating again, both from the warmth of the piece of meat and the balanced flavors of the dish. it hits your taste buds just right, it made denji want to slow down and savor it. sometimes saying nothing and instead going in for a second, third, and fourth chomp is a higher compliment in itself.
'it's so good' — he muttered between munching, nodding his head. he then leans back on his chair, reaching for his glass, and going in for a taste. ah, the sugar rush will be a beauty tonight. ]
When is your follow-up appointment?
[ for his busted shoulder. surely they will need to monitor the hero's progress and make sure he's ready for the next mission. not out of love, but to make sure he's in the best shape to serve lilith for sure. bakugou seemed to be doing a lot better, yet they couldn't ignore that was a nasty injury. ]
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He fucked off all right! [ he nods, happy that he made the right choice with that criminal, even when deep down in his soul he just wanted to use his new weapon. a tiny urge to abuse power. regardless, it was super important to report to his partner about everything, blah blah something about the police code— even when he didn't believe in half of it, denji still wants to take this job seriously. it pays well, really well, and bakugou went out of his way to help him get in. so, he will do his best to switch his little pochita heart into giving a fuck about the civilians here and help around.
they finally settle at the dining table, each has their dish in front, beautifully served. he went ahead and filled bakugou's glass before he picked up his own to cheer; smiling. he's pretending they're not about to inhale a bunch load of food coloring and sugar in one go, but whatever. it can't be worse than feasting on a fucking kaiju. without wasting any time, he digs in, taking in a bite from his bowl. he's salivating again, both from the warmth of the piece of meat and the balanced flavors of the dish. it hits your taste buds just right, it made denji want to slow down and savor it. sometimes saying nothing and instead going in for a second, third, and fourth chomp is a higher compliment in itself.
'it's so good' — he muttered between munching, nodding his head. he then leans back on his chair, reaching for his glass, and going in for a taste. ah, the sugar rush will be a beauty tonight. ]
When is your follow-up appointment?
[ for his busted shoulder. surely they will need to monitor the hero's progress and make sure he's ready for the next mission. not out of love, but to make sure he's in the best shape to serve lilith for sure. bakugou seemed to be doing a lot better, yet they couldn't ignore that was a nasty injury. ]