[Sitting below their room's little decorated tree is a smart-looking folded box of black board sealed with string looped about a stylish orange faux gem clasp. Resting inside a protective arrangement of orange packing paper is a handsome woodendouble ringbox. Conspicuously empty. Not the ringbox of those trackers LILITH made, but rather proper engagement rings. And a small note asking Denji to pick a date "to help me fill it" together. This is something he won't make decisions on without his fiance. An impressive splay of chocolate flowers sits in crenelated plastic of red and green. A set of various picture frames of both standing and wall-mounted style already include pictures of Bakugo and Denji, various moments in their lives in Neo Tokyo captured over the years. And finally... A pair of boxer briefs. Shut up.]
It's been two years since we met. In that time, I've seen you grow into a heroic young man I'm proud to stand beside and call my partner. This is the life I've chosen to stay with, because I want to be at your side for the rest of mine. Doesn't matter if we're killing the fuck out of kaiju, going to different countries, or dealing with whatever bullshit or celebration Neo Tokyo throws at us. We'll tackle it together. My life going forward won't be complete without you in it. I promised I'd give you the best life I could, and I don't intend to break that promise. Ever. Thanks for being my partner, my friend, my boyfriend, and my fiance. Love you.
[ heh, this is what he was waiting for: his gift from bakugou. hell yeah! excited to see what his boyfreind came up with this year and if it will outshine the last. denji was already grinning as he picked up the neat black box, turning it over like a kid examining a present to guess what was inside. his smile tilted sideways, confusion creeping in around the edges as he opened it. the excitement didn’t disappear ... it merely stalled, rearranged itself into something uncertain as the wooden double ringbox sat between his hands. his brain stalled again, but then picked up on a thought that denji quickly dismissed. there's a small note: pick a date. together. fill it. his chest tightened, emotions blooming into something so intense it almost hurt; the realization came in pieces, each one heavier than the last. a bit overwhelmed already, the half-devil got distracted by the other gifts, starting with the chocolate flowers, and then his gaze shifted towards their pictures together throughout the years in this city, going through the memory behind each visual. the lewd pair of briefs came last. he picked them up for a closer look, breathing out a heartfelt laugh despite the tears filling up his eyes. ah, only katsuki can make him laugh and cry at the same time.
and now— he reached for the letter. the word 'my fiance' caught and denji's heart slammed so hard it felt like it stole his breath, and he had to sit down before his legs remembered they were supposed to work. the bed creaked under his weight as he read it again, slower this time, every sentimental line pressing in on him from all sides. wait. they agreed to do this when they're older, right? has katsuki changed his mind?! what — is this real?!! he just sat there for a while longer, the letter clenched tight in his hands. a reckless spike of energy made him want to hunt bakugou down and hear it straight from him, hear it out loud, make it real. denji even pushed himself off the bed, halfway to bolting before his thoughts could catch up. then he stopped. he forced a slow breath in, then another. soon after, he sat back down, shoulders slumping as he let the rush burn itself out instead of feeding it. he read the note again, not searching this time, just letting the words exist. minutes passed without him counting it. his breathing evened out, his heart stopped trying to outrun his body. the reality of it all finally had room to sit beside him instead of crashing through him. soon after, the need to run was gone, replaced by resolve and a warm smile that belonged to someone who was deeply, sickly, and madly in love.
his christmas gift for bakugou waited nearby, and now it felt unfinished. yeah, change of plans ... ]
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December 25th, this morning~
oh god ...... 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
and now— he reached for the letter. the word 'my fiance' caught and denji's heart slammed so hard it felt like it stole his breath, and he had to sit down before his legs remembered they were supposed to work. the bed creaked under his weight as he read it again, slower this time, every sentimental line pressing in on him from all sides. wait. they agreed to do this when they're older, right? has katsuki changed his mind?! what — is this real?!! he just sat there for a while longer, the letter clenched tight in his hands. a reckless spike of energy made him want to hunt bakugou down and hear it straight from him, hear it out loud, make it real. denji even pushed himself off the bed, halfway to bolting before his thoughts could catch up. then he stopped. he forced a slow breath in, then another. soon after, he sat back down, shoulders slumping as he let the rush burn itself out instead of feeding it. he read the note again, not searching this time, just letting the words exist. minutes passed without him counting it. his breathing evened out, his heart stopped trying to outrun his body. the reality of it all finally had room to sit beside him instead of crashing through him. soon after, the need to run was gone, replaced by resolve and a warm smile that belonged to someone who was deeply, sickly, and madly in love.
his christmas gift for bakugou waited nearby, and now it felt unfinished. yeah, change of plans ... ]