[ denji isn't touchy-feely either, not in the normal sense because nothing about his mindset is fucking normal to begin with. his idea of intimacy might come off as invasive from another perspective when he is genuinely not trying to be. he likes to blame it on his odd dynamic with power that fed into that acceptance of the lack of personal space. she would often cling to him, crawl into his bed, straddle him, and in his face at all times— was it sexual? no. it was platonic intimacy that looked fucking weird to non-devils perhaps. then again, would bakugou believe him if he told him devils yearn for that type of closeness? the same creatures who are the manifestation of human fears and anxieties happen to favor plain bread and a simple hug. being the blend of two sides, one of a child who grew up without parental love and a healthy relationship, and another inheriting the chainsaw devil's adoration for warm hugs, both of which scream 'touch starved' — let's say bakugou is lucky all he's enduring is some closeness under the blanket and nothing more intense.

he smiled at that playful jab, watching as the hero examined the offered cake. ] It tastes like you're taking a bite from a cloud. Honestly, worth the wait.

[ more sugar, but not too scikly sweet. it melts on your tongue with ease and certainly compliments the hearty meal they had a few minutes earlier. denji's toes curl in a subtle display of pure delight. it's yummy-licious! bakugou is free to indulge or decide he's not a fan, there's no pressure in this one. as for the movie, it starts with a typical day in the life, the characters' introduction, and all the false happiness that's about to be crushed by the undead. denji stayed quiet, oddly attentive even in the 'boring' scenes. he made no effort to start a conversation with the other, nor did he seem annoyed if there was any attempt from bakugou's side— but it's clear he was into it. it was a typical zombie flick, nothing too in-depth but it's a fun watch for those who enjoy action sequences, mild horror, and gory scenes.

they are halfway through the screening and denji's cake is long gone, blissfully full, and satisfied for the night. somehow he ended up sinking even further into the cushions with his legs stretched over the ottoman, idly swaying his foot to nudge bakugou's from time to time. he didn't give a fuck even if a kaiju bust in here, he's too comfortable to ever move from this spot now. they enter act two when the average salesman dad is suddenly some kung-fu zombie killing machine, ready to take down more. listen, it's funny and stupid, denji knows, but fucking entertaining regardless. it's one of those movies.

eventually, he does end up breaking his own rule of 'no talking during the movie'. after all, this is meant to be a special night so he doesn't plan to be too strict. ]

Oh yeah. I need to impress my date, right? [ he didn't wait for bakugou to answer, instead he cleared his throat and ran with it. ] I killed the zombie devil once, you know. You might think it would be strong since a lot of people are scared of zombies, but it was weak. Sliced him down like a cherry tomato.

[ he turns his head to glance at his partner. ] Are you impressed?