[ bakugou moved, denji didn't — instead he watched the other boy sit up a bit, instantly hating the cool breeze that slipped between them as a reminder of the empty room that awaits him. to be honest, this is his first time surviving a date to this stage without any dilemmas, and that alone made him excited. he knew it was probably not a big deal to many, having two people enjoy a yummy meal, watch a movie, and end up having fun— it's not a marriage proposal but this is something he never had. it made him feel like a teen. a normal teen. human. denji was more attentive, more relaxed, watching bakugou contemplate an answer with curious eyes.
plan the next one? another date. the hero is asking for another one.
that's when he joined the other, pulling himself out of his cozy cocoon and sitting up a bit. he reached for the remote, lowering the volume as the credits played out, stripping them of any form of distraction. besides, it will help them to figure out when they're no longer alone; easier to hear the door slam and approaching footsteps. denji didn't give a fuck but he knew his partner is more — reserved. ]
Alright. Um ... next Friday. After work.
[ they know each other's shifts and their day off falls on a normal weekend for a change. since all he had to do was give a time and a date, denji left it at that. a direct answer. what they will do on that second date is unknown but he trusts by then he should figure it out and maybe - understand what he wants. okay, wait— did he actually have a decent date? let that sink in for a fucking second. denji didn't even realize this entire time he was lowkey waiting for something bad to happen, and now that it's reaching an end and they agreed to do this again ... he's supposed to go back to his room and call it a night? leave on a high note. leave when they both yearn for more instead of being glad it's over. bakugou's right; this is the perfect way to end a perfect date.
he's right. but- what if? ]
How about a hug? for a 'good night'.
[ it's not a kiss, nothing too lewd, yet somehow far more intimate than an ass squeeze. it can be that bad and it can be totally innocent, and denji likes to believe he's doing it more to tame his craving for that closeness that he's been deprived of. plus, a nice treat for pochita. the pup sure loves hugs and this is his first successful date, too. right, it would be a bit uncomfortable with both of them sitting down on the sofa, and as much as he hates it, he pushed the blanket off him completely and stood up. fuck, his icy room will be hell tonight, more reason to torment bakugou with this request.
he spreads his arms wide open, half-smirking with a playful taunt. honestly? he won't be mad if bakugou flipped him off. the air is light, and there are no hard feelings. ]
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plan the next one? another date. the hero is asking for another one.
that's when he joined the other, pulling himself out of his cozy cocoon and sitting up a bit. he reached for the remote, lowering the volume as the credits played out, stripping them of any form of distraction. besides, it will help them to figure out when they're no longer alone; easier to hear the door slam and approaching footsteps. denji didn't give a fuck but he knew his partner is more — reserved. ]
Alright. Um ... next Friday. After work.
[ they know each other's shifts and their day off falls on a normal weekend for a change. since all he had to do was give a time and a date, denji left it at that. a direct answer. what they will do on that second date is unknown but he trusts by then he should figure it out and maybe - understand what he wants. okay, wait— did he actually have a decent date? let that sink in for a fucking second. denji didn't even realize this entire time he was lowkey waiting for something bad to happen, and now that it's reaching an end and they agreed to do this again ... he's supposed to go back to his room and call it a night? leave on a high note. leave when they both yearn for more instead of being glad it's over. bakugou's right; this is the perfect way to end a perfect date.
he's right. but- what if? ]
How about a hug? for a 'good night'.
[ it's not a kiss, nothing too lewd, yet somehow far more intimate than an ass squeeze. it can be that bad and it can be totally innocent, and denji likes to believe he's doing it more to tame his craving for that closeness that he's been deprived of. plus, a nice treat for pochita. the pup sure loves hugs and this is his first successful date, too. right, it would be a bit uncomfortable with both of them sitting down on the sofa, and as much as he hates it, he pushed the blanket off him completely and stood up. fuck, his icy room will be hell tonight, more reason to torment bakugou with this request.
he spreads his arms wide open, half-smirking with a playful taunt. honestly? he won't be mad if bakugou flipped him off. the air is light, and there are no hard feelings. ]