[ his previous dates were beyond shitty, true, but bakugou is underestimating this night by bringing up the past as if denji cares enough to compare. bakugou is in a league of his own, and the half-devil doesn't even have it in him to think of anyone else. all those names are dismissed, head empty and content with the present— him being in this city, under this roof, sharing a movie with the blonde next to him. nothing else mattered, and god ... the air was light and it was easy to breathe. he hasn't felt this way in a long, long time.
he didn't understand it, but it was denji feeling safe around someone else. that's what he interpreted as feeling 'good' while in reality, it's him realizing that he can trust this individual. even nayuta, despite how much he loves her, he couldn't drop his guard around the control devil. imagine how exhausting it is— when your body is in a constant fight or flight mode, every breathing second of your day and night, nonstop for years. denji is tired. he's tired all the time. it's evident in his slow speech, hunched form, and airy stares. it took him a while, whether bakugou was aware of it or not, but it was only recently he noticed himself - acting different when they're together. as if he was not afraid anymore. it started from the night when the hero agreed to prepare a bath for him, from the second denji felt it's okay to strip bare— because it's safe. perhaps that act isn't significant, even to denji at the time, but it was the pinpoint of where he crossed and pushed aside those heavy weights.
bakugou is his safe space, too. ]
Relaaaax. I come in peace.
[ guy to guy communication. in other words, he understood bakugou's demand for clarification on the spot. he didn't forget about the other's critique of denji's idea of a date, not surprised the golden boy has strict demands. shifting a bit, he reached over to the blanket resting on the sofa's arm, dragging it along as he moved closer to the other. the seating was big enough to accommodate a group of four, and denji speaks from experience during everlight's group activities and other movie nights, so it looked kinda ridiculous to have such a gap between two people on a date. plus, it's cold in here. the heating system apparently can only focus on one task and it decided to keep the waters warm and nothing else. ]
Hold this.
[ he gestures for bakugou to grab their cake so he can toss the blanket around them both, burying their bodies from the chest down under the thick fabric. denji settled in, sinking into the soft cushion of the sofa behind him, side by side with bakugou— with their arms lightly pressing against each other whenever one moved. there. cozy.
he then grabs his plate, already digging his fork into the fluffy sponge, eager for a taste. ] Don't fall asleep. I know you love to go to bed early but we're watching the whole thing on our date.
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he didn't understand it, but it was denji feeling safe around someone else. that's what he interpreted as feeling 'good' while in reality, it's him realizing that he can trust this individual. even nayuta, despite how much he loves her, he couldn't drop his guard around the control devil. imagine how exhausting it is— when your body is in a constant fight or flight mode, every breathing second of your day and night, nonstop for years. denji is tired. he's tired all the time. it's evident in his slow speech, hunched form, and airy stares. it took him a while, whether bakugou was aware of it or not, but it was only recently he noticed himself - acting different when they're together. as if he was not afraid anymore. it started from the night when the hero agreed to prepare a bath for him, from the second denji felt it's okay to strip bare— because it's safe. perhaps that act isn't significant, even to denji at the time, but it was the pinpoint of where he crossed and pushed aside those heavy weights.
bakugou is his safe space, too. ]
Relaaaax. I come in peace.
[ guy to guy communication. in other words, he understood bakugou's demand for clarification on the spot. he didn't forget about the other's critique of denji's idea of a date, not surprised the golden boy has strict demands. shifting a bit, he reached over to the blanket resting on the sofa's arm, dragging it along as he moved closer to the other. the seating was big enough to accommodate a group of four, and denji speaks from experience during everlight's group activities and other movie nights, so it looked kinda ridiculous to have such a gap between two people on a date. plus, it's cold in here. the heating system apparently can only focus on one task and it decided to keep the waters warm and nothing else. ]
Hold this.
[ he gestures for bakugou to grab their cake so he can toss the blanket around them both, burying their bodies from the chest down under the thick fabric. denji settled in, sinking into the soft cushion of the sofa behind him, side by side with bakugou— with their arms lightly pressing against each other whenever one moved. there. cozy.
he then grabs his plate, already digging his fork into the fluffy sponge, eager for a taste. ] Don't fall asleep. I know you love to go to bed early but we're watching the whole thing on our date.