Of course you do. [ —make people nervous, but the way denji said it didn't come off as an insult, but a compliment. no, he's not suggesting bakugou is so fucking awesome that you can't help but worship the ground he walks on, but the guy has a presence of sheer confidence that makes everyone acknowledge it. for someone as troubled and overwhelmed as denji it's hard not to be envious of it. what would it be like if he had his shit together like the hero? he would be strong enough to stop getting fucked by everyone in his life.
what followed as a reaction didn't tame his confusion, in fact— it fueled it more. denji tilted his head like a curious feline and stayed quiet; his gaze followed the other boy as he switched off the lights and stepped out of the kitchen. okay, so ... they're cool, right? it's not a date, neither of them had to clarify it nor open this awkward conversation to begin with. it was all a misunderstanding. a few seconds later, he moved towards the counter, picking up the cake he bought, still thinking about the whole thing.
denji never had a positive male influence from a young age, starting with his father who he chose to kill ... whether it was out of fear or malice is unknown in a buried memory of his. the second relationship was with the yakuza who abused his poverty to intimidate a child, going as far as suggesting that denji could sell his own body for money. it's no surprise he grew up with a certain viewpoint on male figures; he felt obligated to openly express that he didn't wish to be touched by them, even going as far as refusing a simple handshake. he'd go around his life obsessing on the idea of intimacy with women, desiring shallow aspects for self-indulgence, barking loudly about what he likes and louder about his dislikes. then enter aki, which is denji's first introduction to a healthy relationship with another male. he learns to trust him and if he dares to admit — love him as a brother. does it fix anything about his disorientated views? not really. denji still struggled to find a middle ground; too weak around a pretty face of a woman and the authority of a man. let's not talk about denji resolve to give a guy sexual favors when he felt desperate enough— that's another fuckery that he still thinks is okay to pull.
with bakugou it's ... something else. something new.
eventually, he joined his partner in the common area and flopped down on the sofa next to him. he placed the sealed cake on the coffee table before them, and added in the plastic plates and forks. listen, he ain't going back in the kitchen to wash more plates. fuck the planet, they're doing plastic. ]
I decided this is a date now.
[ he slapped his hands on each knee and nodded. does he seem confident? surprisingly, yes. does he know why? hell no. he reached for the remote, browsing through the online streaming service as he continued. it was easier to keep his eyes on the screen. ]
I do like girls and I'm not gay. But I asked you out and I wanted that heart on the app ... so we're having a date to get it out of my system. Are you cool with that?
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what followed as a reaction didn't tame his confusion, in fact— it fueled it more. denji tilted his head like a curious feline and stayed quiet; his gaze followed the other boy as he switched off the lights and stepped out of the kitchen. okay, so ... they're cool, right? it's not a date, neither of them had to clarify it nor open this awkward conversation to begin with. it was all a misunderstanding. a few seconds later, he moved towards the counter, picking up the cake he bought, still thinking about the whole thing.
denji never had a positive male influence from a young age, starting with his father who he chose to kill ... whether it was out of fear or malice is unknown in a buried memory of his. the second relationship was with the yakuza who abused his poverty to intimidate a child, going as far as suggesting that denji could sell his own body for money. it's no surprise he grew up with a certain viewpoint on male figures; he felt obligated to openly express that he didn't wish to be touched by them, even going as far as refusing a simple handshake. he'd go around his life obsessing on the idea of intimacy with women, desiring shallow aspects for self-indulgence, barking loudly about what he likes and louder about his dislikes. then enter aki, which is denji's first introduction to a healthy relationship with another male. he learns to trust him and if he dares to admit — love him as a brother. does it fix anything about his disorientated views? not really. denji still struggled to find a middle ground; too weak around a pretty face of a woman and the authority of a man. let's not talk about denji resolve to give a guy sexual favors when he felt desperate enough— that's another fuckery that he still thinks is okay to pull.
with bakugou it's ... something else. something new.
eventually, he joined his partner in the common area and flopped down on the sofa next to him. he placed the sealed cake on the coffee table before them, and added in the plastic plates and forks. listen, he ain't going back in the kitchen to wash more plates. fuck the planet, they're doing plastic. ]
I decided this is a date now.
[ he slapped his hands on each knee and nodded. does he seem confident? surprisingly, yes. does he know why? hell no. he reached for the remote, browsing through the online streaming service as he continued. it was easier to keep his eyes on the screen. ]
I do like girls and I'm not gay. But I asked you out and I wanted that heart on the app ... so we're having a date to get it out of my system. Are you cool with that?
[ at least he's asking for consent ... ]