[ he kept those arms still, smile steady and not a hint of doubt on sight. the middle finger is expected, and it made his lips curl up some more and kept reaching out for him despite the hesitation behind bakugou's scowl. he won't stop until he hears a solid 'no' but luckily the hero didn't keep him waiting for long, and that's when it started getting — interesting.
bakugou complied, and he watched him step closer, one arm holding into him before his own could do anything. he found himself thinking (his brain is truly working overtime tonight. fucking hell), but shut it off before the thoughts had any influence on him, he would leave that for later. denji knows they will harass him when there's nothing around him but silence, and that's fine. other priorities took the lead and he finally relaxed, moving his arms around a foreign body, far too callous unlike nayuta and pochita's more delicate frame. he lowers his head so he could rest it against bakugou's; one arm curled around his shoulders, and the other settled on the center of his back, trapping him into the embrace — and it was a strong one from the start, firm, bodies pressed against each other.
there is a sense of familiarity in it ... as if it wasn't their first time at all. as if denji knew where to position his arms, comfortable with the other's body against his own. a hug between old friends. it's subtle, the way denji's breathing slowed down until his chest raised and fell in a quiet sigh. it lingered for a bit, and he closed his eyes, taking in another inhale before he urged himself not to push his luck. he was careful with his hands, more careful with his footing, careful not to make it too invasive. well, that was the plan. he likes to believe he did just fine to tame his curiosity while respecting bakugou's boundaries until it was time to break it off— and that's when he relaxed his arms, unmindful of the manner his hands slipped lower and traced along bakugou's, hmm, oddly slim waist before he let him go.
was it intentional? honestly, no. even denji didn't expect himself to do it but he's certainly had no fucking problem staring the other down with an inappropriately relaxed half-smile. an expression that was hard to read, because he wasn't fucking thinking about anything, head empty. aside from the simple, single-brain cell realization of being ... intrigued. ]
Good night, Katsuki. This is, without any doubt, the best date I ever had.
[ he's not asking the hero to return the gesture, he's fine with anything coming his way from the long list of 'chainsaw' related nicknames. denji is just that pleased.
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bakugou complied, and he watched him step closer, one arm holding into him before his own could do anything. he found himself thinking (his brain is truly working overtime tonight. fucking hell), but shut it off before the thoughts had any influence on him, he would leave that for later. denji knows they will harass him when there's nothing around him but silence, and that's fine. other priorities took the lead and he finally relaxed, moving his arms around a foreign body, far too callous unlike nayuta and pochita's more delicate frame. he lowers his head so he could rest it against bakugou's; one arm curled around his shoulders, and the other settled on the center of his back, trapping him into the embrace — and it was a strong one from the start, firm, bodies pressed against each other.
there is a sense of familiarity in it ... as if it wasn't their first time at all. as if denji knew where to position his arms, comfortable with the other's body against his own. a hug between old friends. it's subtle, the way denji's breathing slowed down until his chest raised and fell in a quiet sigh. it lingered for a bit, and he closed his eyes, taking in another inhale before he urged himself not to push his luck. he was careful with his hands, more careful with his footing, careful not to make it too invasive. well, that was the plan. he likes to believe he did just fine to tame his curiosity while respecting bakugou's boundaries until it was time to break it off— and that's when he relaxed his arms, unmindful of the manner his hands slipped lower and traced along bakugou's, hmm, oddly slim waist before he let him go.
was it intentional? honestly, no. even denji didn't expect himself to do it but he's certainly had no fucking problem staring the other down with an inappropriately relaxed half-smile. an expression that was hard to read, because he wasn't fucking thinking about anything, head empty. aside from the simple, single-brain cell realization of being ... intrigued. ]
Good night, Katsuki. This is, without any doubt, the best date I ever had.
[ he's not asking the hero to return the gesture, he's fine with anything coming his way from the long list of 'chainsaw' related nicknames. denji is just that pleased.
he's looking forward to the next one, for sure. ]