[not sure when. not sure how. but deep in the night's darkness, amid a wrap of blankets on denji's bed, within denji's warm strong arms, chest rising and falling steady with his silent breaths ... he vanished. curled into his boyfriend to avoid the snowy weather outside trying to get in through the window, everything had been comfortable and quiet in those midnight hours. arms previously wrapped around bakugou's shoulders sank inward, a leg trapped between his thighs suddenly freed, the mound of fabric deflates without warning as if the bed's gentle exhale ghosts into the night. no warning, no preparation, no noise. no presence.
no telling what or how denji reacts to it. everything in bakugou's room remains, save for the hero's costume and gear. no longer in their prepared little wall cell for quick deployment. mementos of his presence linger around his lodging, from clothes to figures to bedding to gifts he's received. a quick inspection online reveals conversation history remains logged and accessible, but attempts to contact bakugou in any form are grayed out. unavailable. no longer in existence beyond an option that once was.]
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no telling what or how denji reacts to it. everything in bakugou's room remains, save for the hero's costume and gear. no longer in their prepared little wall cell for quick deployment. mementos of his presence linger around his lodging, from clothes to figures to bedding to gifts he's received. a quick inspection online reveals conversation history remains logged and accessible, but attempts to contact bakugou in any form are grayed out. unavailable. no longer in existence beyond an option that once was.]