[ and yet, he's not really dismissing bakugou's advice, it was more of him making light of his past traumas for the sake of not ruining the vibe. it's their night; the hero will have a bigger part in his life soon, but not right now. there is a time and place to unload all his anxieties on the other.
when bakugou turned to look at him, denji felt a bit strange, almost nervous. it's not his first time getting in the hero's face, often to annoy him or try to be obnoxious, or when dynamight loses his temper and gives him a closeup yelling session— they've been at it for a while, but why did bakugou look different all of a sudden? first of all, he's not scowling; this might be denji's first time seeing an expression this soft, eyebrows relaxed and gaze is not as narrow. the red hues compliment the blonde lashes, almost sedating him with their depth, and most of all ... denji knew he was being heard. every word he uttered was taken to heart. when bakugou broke it off and opted to regard the screen instead, denji let out a suppressed exhale, shoulders dropping. what was that?! a thank you followed, and then a confession that he had heard before but not in that tone. it wasn't empty words. they are a manifestation of numerous acts that carried their sincerity. the hero proved it in his actions before using his tongue and that made it more powerful.
to bakugou's luck, he didn't say anything. he did smile, however. one that echoes more curiosity than resolve; a perfect reflection of how he's embracing all these new emotions. they are welcomed and yet remain an enigma. they both return to the movie for a good fifteen minutes as the plotline advances. denji is attentive to the screen, not willing to distract his partner more. was he paying attention? yes and no. he was steadily losing interest in the movie and it had nothing to do with him finding it tedious; it's just he found himself being aware of the light touch of their shoulders from time to time. that feeling is familiar, that warmth — the thrill of it. the excitement.
ah, okay. this is certainly new. he felt like he'd been reciting that thought repeatedly throughout the night with every step. it was just one surprise after another, wasn't it?
they continue watching the movie, and denji intends to keep it to himself until the final big boss battle between the corporate dad and the big zombie baddie. it was silly enough to tame those butterflies, and it prompted a few chuckles out of him. the foolery cleared his head, and he flexed his arms forward, slipping back to their usual chemistry. ]
Tell me, hero. How should 'the best date ever' end?
[ between one side holding up high standards and the other has zero to none — they need to find a middle ground. a compromise to please both parties. ]
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[ and yet, he's not really dismissing bakugou's advice, it was more of him making light of his past traumas for the sake of not ruining the vibe. it's their night; the hero will have a bigger part in his life soon, but not right now. there is a time and place to unload all his anxieties on the other.
when bakugou turned to look at him, denji felt a bit strange, almost nervous. it's not his first time getting in the hero's face, often to annoy him or try to be obnoxious, or when dynamight loses his temper and gives him a closeup yelling session— they've been at it for a while, but why did bakugou look different all of a sudden? first of all, he's not scowling; this might be denji's first time seeing an expression this soft, eyebrows relaxed and gaze is not as narrow. the red hues compliment the blonde lashes, almost sedating him with their depth, and most of all ... denji knew he was being heard. every word he uttered was taken to heart. when bakugou broke it off and opted to regard the screen instead, denji let out a suppressed exhale, shoulders dropping. what was that?! a thank you followed, and then a confession that he had heard before but not in that tone. it wasn't empty words. they are a manifestation of numerous acts that carried their sincerity. the hero proved it in his actions before using his tongue and that made it more powerful.
to bakugou's luck, he didn't say anything. he did smile, however. one that echoes more curiosity than resolve; a perfect reflection of how he's embracing all these new emotions. they are welcomed and yet remain an enigma. they both return to the movie for a good fifteen minutes as the plotline advances. denji is attentive to the screen, not willing to distract his partner more. was he paying attention? yes and no. he was steadily losing interest in the movie and it had nothing to do with him finding it tedious; it's just he found himself being aware of the light touch of their shoulders from time to time. that feeling is familiar, that warmth — the thrill of it. the excitement.
ah, okay. this is certainly new. he felt like he'd been reciting that thought repeatedly throughout the night with every step. it was just one surprise after another, wasn't it?
they continue watching the movie, and denji intends to keep it to himself until the final big boss battle between the corporate dad and the big zombie baddie. it was silly enough to tame those butterflies, and it prompted a few chuckles out of him. the foolery cleared his head, and he flexed his arms forward, slipping back to their usual chemistry. ]
Tell me, hero. How should 'the best date ever' end?
[ between one side holding up high standards and the other has zero to none — they need to find a middle ground. a compromise to please both parties. ]