[this is the first time bakugou's ever had a date. the idea of it has always been "stupid" to him. he's never been one to think much about spending time with someone else. certainly not like this. dates were "sappy" and "annoying" things that intruded on schedules and work that's more important. but now his very first date is coming to a close and... he can't say he disliked it at all. maybe it's due to denji being the one he dated. which is kind of fucking weird, since while he doesn't have a problem with it, he never thought his first date would be with another boy. denji did agree this was a date. that doesn't mean it has to be romantic though. even if they certainly did... do some things people might consider romantic. he shoves the ideas out of his head.
after all, more important things are happening. in that they need to plan the second one. there were other ideas for how to end their date, stick it with that 'perfect' ending bakugou would demand of himself. but only one things is safe enough to be said without turning weird, awkward, cheesy, disappointing, rushing, or a host of other negatives. they finished one. what better thing to do than to ask for another one?
denji doesn't just accept and leave bakugou the onus of picking. he takes initiative and offers the date and time. that takes a lot of pressure off the hero and he silently appreciates that. even if denji follows him in things plenty of times, he's not weak. making his own decisions and stating his own preferences. bakugou likes that about him. so yeah... this definitely works.]
All right.
[yeah. they work in the same place. sometime they're on the same shift, same beat, same route, sometimes they're split up, but always together at the start and end of the day. the occasional weird requirement shaking up that norm. bakugou likewise doesn't think it important to decide what they're going to do and where they're going to go right now for the second date. that's something they can think about as the week trucks on and then either talk about it when it happens, or perhaps discuss it over the week via calls or if grabbing lunch together. guess it's good to have a reason to talk to someone, rather than waiting for them to get out of the awkward stage and spit it out.]
Haa? [wait, he thought this was done! and now denji's right there... asking for a hug. (who the fuck's comparing a hug to an ass squeeze?) half of bakugou's face creases in a "the hell?" sort of expression, confused and unsure at the same time. his own mother has a hard enough time trying to hug her son without the bristly kid ducking and worming out of the way like a yelling rat. but kirishima's been given silent permission to drop his elbow on bakugou's shoulder without getting blasted in the face for it, and can even put his arm around the blonde safely. one of the few people who can. because bakugou trusts him and is comfortable around him enough to permit it.
now denji's asking for a hug. standing there with his arms open and that little look on his face. teasing him? no. bakugou pushes himself up, catching and tossing the blanket back onto the couch. couldn't have asked for this while they were on the couch so he could get away with a shoulder bump or something, could he. tch, bastard... there are very few people he's ever hugged in his life. each time for a reason.]
Che. [denji gets flipped off, bakugou's hand curled upward by his hip in a middle-finger spearing jut. before he leans forward and wraps an arm around the other boy's body. head turned to the side slightly, eyes definitely aimed somewhere else, scowling face a bit pink, definitely noticing denji is taller than him, a warm and solid body under that shirt.] Dumbass.
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after all, more important things are happening. in that they need to plan the second one. there were other ideas for how to end their date, stick it with that 'perfect' ending bakugou would demand of himself. but only one things is safe enough to be said without turning weird, awkward, cheesy, disappointing, rushing, or a host of other negatives. they finished one. what better thing to do than to ask for another one?
denji doesn't just accept and leave bakugou the onus of picking. he takes initiative and offers the date and time. that takes a lot of pressure off the hero and he silently appreciates that. even if denji follows him in things plenty of times, he's not weak. making his own decisions and stating his own preferences. bakugou likes that about him. so yeah... this definitely works.]
All right.
[yeah. they work in the same place. sometime they're on the same shift, same beat, same route, sometimes they're split up, but always together at the start and end of the day. the occasional weird requirement shaking up that norm. bakugou likewise doesn't think it important to decide what they're going to do and where they're going to go right now for the second date. that's something they can think about as the week trucks on and then either talk about it when it happens, or perhaps discuss it over the week via calls or if grabbing lunch together. guess it's good to have a reason to talk to someone, rather than waiting for them to get out of the awkward stage and spit it out.]
Haa? [wait, he thought this was done! and now denji's right there... asking for a hug. (who the fuck's comparing a hug to an ass squeeze?) half of bakugou's face creases in a "the hell?" sort of expression, confused and unsure at the same time. his own mother has a hard enough time trying to hug her son without the bristly kid ducking and worming out of the way like a yelling rat. but kirishima's been given silent permission to drop his elbow on bakugou's shoulder without getting blasted in the face for it, and can even put his arm around the blonde safely. one of the few people who can. because bakugou trusts him and is comfortable around him enough to permit it.
now denji's asking for a hug. standing there with his arms open and that little look on his face. teasing him? no. bakugou pushes himself up, catching and tossing the blanket back onto the couch. couldn't have asked for this while they were on the couch so he could get away with a shoulder bump or something, could he. tch, bastard... there are very few people he's ever hugged in his life. each time for a reason.]
Che. [denji gets flipped off, bakugou's hand curled upward by his hip in a middle-finger spearing jut. before he leans forward and wraps an arm around the other boy's body. head turned to the side slightly, eyes definitely aimed somewhere else, scowling face a bit pink, definitely noticing denji is taller than him, a warm and solid body under that shirt.] Dumbass.