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デンジ - Denji ([personal profile] nutkick) wrote 2024-02-22 05:15 pm (UTC)

[ he scoffed at that mutter, grinning a bit as they enjoyed their hard-earned meal. at this point, denji is aware everything his teammate touches will end up being gold and that's the kind of person bakugou is. he thrives to perfection, but it's not given to him, he seeks it. in one way or another, he's been positively influencing denji to be more motivated, and that's not a simple achievement. no, it didn't mean he wanted to pick up cooking lessons and match his talent, nor did it mean he wanted to be this selfless hero either. he just didn't feel like wasting his life in a shitty low job anymore. yet, he is still a bit puzzled about what else he wants from this city. he's finally able to be chainsaw man, so that's out of the way. when pochita asks him "what's next?" — it is fated to leave denji speechless. aside from wanting to protect aki and live a comfortable life, he found himself still yearning for something more. he's unsure, and it's been bothering him a bit. ]

... Good. I like fighting by your side. It's fun.

[ it's not mandatory to have a fighting buddy by your side, yet it will increase their chances of finishing off the mission faster and well— surviving it. that's the real concept about putting the outsiders in groups, right? despite that, denji knew they won't always end up in the same spot, and they would have to carry on the mission on their own at times. however, if he had to choose, he would rather watch those explosions light up the sky while his chainsaws make it rain in red in a beautiful symphony. he misses that thrill, and there is something about bakugou's quirk that just hit the sweet spot. it's loud, it's burning hot, it's blinding and intoxicating. it might be a subconscious fascination due to its resemblance to reze, and the spike of emotion that triggers it ... maybe. who knows? but it gives him a feeling that he deemed as 'good' and that's all he needs to comprehend.

he takes in another piece of the meat inside his mouth, eyes on the boy in front of him. he chews with the tip of his chopsticks still pressed against his lips, thoughtful. in theory, he should appreciate having access to hot water again, it's their basic human fucking rights in here, but somehow now it's kinda, sorta -

-lonely.

it was nice having someone to talk to at the time. it muted the nasty thoughts in his head and calmed him down. he won't say that, though. instead, he shrugs, leaning his head back and taking in another big chomp of the veggies/rice. ]


We never got to sing it out so I'm not happy at all. Very unhappy ...

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