[ he can sense some resistance from the other, perhaps joining a dating application is also considered an embarrassment in bakugou's book— which made no sense to denji, but he's not about to guide him to the light. he merely nods, humming under his breath in acknowledgment, somehow coming off as genuine and not condescending. for reasons he could not understand, this particular topic is not the hero's favorite, and for once he could tell he was deflecting. interesting. denji never had any friends nor did he spend a lot of time with kids his age, often too busy raising nayuta, fighting devils, and caring for all the pets at home while stressing over the finances. so being in this city is his first experience witnessing various mindsets from a closer perspective. coming from a period where technology wasn't in the bloom, denji was oblivious to the muted shame of using the help of a dating app to find a potential mate. to him this was a brilliant way for people to connect, and he would 100% use it again and again. he is lonely, and he's not shy from admitting it.
the last comment came at him like an elbow to the gut; startling but it wasn't taken negatively. this is bakugou- ... the guy who threatened to stab him with a knife a few minutes ago, surely he didn't take this night as some act of courtship. fucking hell, the more he thinks about it, the more he felt himself warming up. was it annoyance? embarrassment? discomfort? not sure, but it's something. ]
I'm not- [ gay? did he really need to say it when it's, clearly, not that serious right now? bakugou was taking a jab at him. nothing more. yet, it somehow got to denji as he contemplated what he should say next. he's thinking and then he's tired of thinking— and what follows is the norm. honesty. ] ... I just wanted to thank you.
[ it was gross to say it out loud and that's bakugou's punishment for accusing him of trying to woo him. huff! he returns to drying the bowls and gently placing them inside the cabinet. he is done helping for now, and he hopes his partner won't be inspired for a full kitchen makeover at this late hour, especially when dessert awaits them. that's something exciting to look forward to, right? ah, almost forgot about the movie night plan. denji wonders about the movie he should select for th- ]
Do you think this is a date?
[ he's at bakugou's side again, the dirty towel he just used to wipe the dishes is seen curled over his shoulder because he wasn't paying attention to what he was fucking doing. ]
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the last comment came at him like an elbow to the gut; startling but it wasn't taken negatively. this is bakugou- ... the guy who threatened to stab him with a knife a few minutes ago, surely he didn't take this night as some act of courtship. fucking hell, the more he thinks about it, the more he felt himself warming up. was it annoyance? embarrassment? discomfort? not sure, but it's something. ]
I'm not- [ gay? did he really need to say it when it's, clearly, not that serious right now? bakugou was taking a jab at him. nothing more. yet, it somehow got to denji as he contemplated what he should say next. he's thinking and then he's tired of thinking— and what follows is the norm. honesty. ] ... I just wanted to thank you.
[ it was gross to say it out loud and that's bakugou's punishment for accusing him of trying to woo him. huff! he returns to drying the bowls and gently placing them inside the cabinet. he is done helping for now, and he hopes his partner won't be inspired for a full kitchen makeover at this late hour, especially when dessert awaits them. that's something exciting to look forward to, right? ah, almost forgot about the movie night plan. denji wonders about the movie he should select for th- ]
Do you think this is a date?
[ he's at bakugou's side again, the dirty towel he just used to wipe the dishes is seen curled over his shoulder because he wasn't paying attention to what he was fucking doing. ]
Is sharing a meal considered ... romantic?