that was the original plan, but he was so sick of eating all those orcas so he couldn't stomach the idea of having more. he is, however, keeping a few nice souvenirs in case some rich freaks are into buying a kaiju's fin. surely they are worth something.
bakugou didn't need to know about this. ]
hmm, maybe some mashed potatoes on the side. let's get grape juice and pretend we're drinking wine too.
[just for that, bakugou's going to ask the scientists of LILITH to look into whether the meat is safe for consumption. if it is, there's no point in leaving a food source out there to rot. maybe they can use other parts of the kaiju for supplies. bones, oil, blubber, skin, teeth, who the fuck knows. it's primeval, but they're not running luxury here.
you really think horny people are going to buy kaiju fins for aphrodisiacs, denji? ... stranger things have been done.]
hmph, dork. sounds good. i'll make your mouth water.
.... please don't tell him people can use the fins for horny drugs. he will double the price in a beat. if he knew, he would've stolen more from the corpses they left behind. ]
[one, he's not going to tell him. two, it's not like they ACTUALLY make horny drugs. it's just a stupid superstition that gets a lot of sharks killed for bullshit reasons. though honestly, bakugou does want to recycle and use the kaiju corpses if possible.
the irony of calling this a date when the other thread is...]
[ declaring 'it's a date' as a joke, without any added pressure of thinking about his sexuality dilemma- is one way to cope with life. thank you, bakugou, for not calling him out on it. ]
[he's had enough of his classmates use the phrase by now to just ignore it, only calling them out if he feels like being a gremlin. which is more common than you think.]
[ it was enough time for denji to get to the local butcher, holding a smile on his face as he walked in knowing he had enough money to treat himself tonight. this might be a common privilege to other people, but for the half-devil, this is pure luxury. he then picked up a decent cut, enough for two, paid the amount, and walked out of the store; still a bit taken back by how that fucking felt. the simple exchange was so important to him. the food he was bringing home is not plain bread, it was not instant ramen or cheap local pizza— this was fresh delights that he bought with his own damn money.
of course he would share it with bakugou. he's the one who helped him get the job in the first place. not only that, he made sure he understood what his new duties were, how to handle cases and report back; training him from start to finish. he has done so much for him and even a brute like denji knew how to show gratitude when the situation begs for it. by the time he reached the base, he already made a stop at a grocery store along the way and picked up the other ingredients and drinks, walking in with two heavily loaded plastic bags before he placed them on the kitchen counter.
he breathes out, staring at his achievement with subtle pride. he glanced towards bakugou and offered him a thumbs up. ]
I hope you're hungry. I got us the best piece of fresh meat!
[they all got a hefty pay for their work taking out the kaiju, as promised by lilith at the start of all this. plus the new job isn't doing anything negative on denji's wallet at least. bakugou's found the job even more tolerable (even enjoyable) now that he has someone he knows on the force with him. another strong outsider makes it even better. not every day is taking down criminals, some days are boring work, like keeping watch (and order) over an event or coming to inspect a call about a potential intruder or thief, but there's definitely enough work and issue in neo tokyo to keep two cops busy. plus getting to drive.
bakugou's in the kitchen as said earlier, the rice cooker already going with a load of seasoned rice. it'll be a bit before it's done, more than enough time for them to make the rest of the katsudon. he looks over his shoulder when denji arrives, arching a brow when the half-devil sets down two large shopping bags. a steak of meat and a bottle of grape juice can't be the only things he has in that load. but the look of pride on denji's face curbs any comment from bakugou. let the guy have his moment.]
I haven't eaten since breakfast. [so he'll devour whatever they make. leaving the counter, he comes to the table to look at the groceries.] What else did you get outside of steak and "wine"?
[ driving, huh. that's on the list of skills bakugou needs to teach him in the future, and it would probably be the most entertaining one for denji too. it will truly make him feel like an adult. a normal adult who is going to work while driving the most badass car he has ever seen. however, he won't rush it; he kinda enjoys being the passenger princess. he gets to choose the songs they listen to, take a quick nap on a slow day, and (against bakugou's wishes) stick his head outside the window to feel the breeze. ]
Fresh potatoes for the mash, peanut butter, honey, jam, and fruits. I got some eggs that I totally paid for this time and ... this.
[ inside the store was a small bakery kiosk that appeared to entice a lot of attention for its sponge cake. it sounds average, but there must be a reason people seem to wrestle to get their fresh cut and he got it. two slices sealed in their own plastic container. he's not sure if bakugou enjoyed sweets, but the option will always be there for him to accept or dismiss. denji figured it would be a nice treat to have while watching a movie afterward. again— his teammate is not obligated to amuse him, but they deserve a lazy night after that intense mission, and is there a better way to do it aside from getting cozy on the sofa and enjoying a flick? ]
I'm feeling good ... so I got more things. [ 'happy' is a reach, so denji will stick with 'good' for now. there is a reason why he wanted to voice it out, it's one way to say thank you without being too sentimental. bakugou is starting to be someone very influential to him, even when it is more of him depending on the other boy in an unhealthy way, but it also made denji more— well, protective of him. it's hard to justify this part since he knew the hero did not need anyone shadowing him, and he's not about to baby him either. it's another type of attachment that is too foreign to make sense of.
he leans his head to the side, meeting bakugou's gaze. ]
[he'll work on the driving skill at some point, but didn't want to overload denji with a lot of things to learn at once. hell if the guy even knew how to fire a gun before he became a cop, but considering the reaction before and request not to have one, bakugou assumes "nope" on that skill. as per denji's preference, he wasn't given a gun, and if possible, the officers he works with tend to stick to stun guns and tasers for the outsider's comfort. hey, the guy can pop chainsaws. that's a big boon!
bakugou has been tempted to swerve and ram denji's thick head into something when the guy sticks it out the damn window... but he resists the urge and usually just grabs the half-devil's shirt to drag him back inside when it's time.]
Damn, you went all out for this. [ha ha fucking ha on the "paid for" clarification. but when denji mentions "this", bakugou narrows his eyes at the reveal of a surprising dessert. sponge cake? and no some simple fare either. it's obvious the half-devil either waited in line or punched a few people to get to it. while bakugou's not fond of sweets, he doesn't dislike them. lighter sweets are his preference, such as popsicles or ice cream, but every now and then, cakes and cookies aren't bad. he can indulge in this since denji's put in such an effort.]
Heh. Flatterer. [he gets the gratitude in denji's voice and words, accepting in in his own gruff way. it's not like bakugou lets denji mooch off him all the time. if they cook together, they do the dishes together. they're on the same police force together. sometimes grocery shopping together (and damn right they either toggle payments or split the bill). but denji's someone bakugou finds he doesn't mind being around him, doing whatever he's doing. in some ways, he's similar to kirishima, a very honest guy who can exasperate bakugou, yet also proves to be a quiet comfort.]
Go ahead and change. I'll put this away. When you get back, you can help cook. [that's actually a highly-paid compliment coming from bakugo's mouth.]
[ of course he will be called out on the flattery, but aside from offering bakugou a smile, he'd leave it at that. there's a lot of unspoken truth between them, and if denji is honest— he doesn't mind it. this might be his first time building a relationship that didn't involve his past or whose heart he had beating in his chest; it was more of him being a kid for a change. it's about experiencing life in a way he never had the opportunity to. wake up, go to work, buy some groceries, head home, clean up, have dinner then watch a movie. denji didn't need to live in poverty and have people dictating what he could and couldn't do anymore— he had a choice to be who he wanted and for once, when he was around bakugou, he didn't care for chainsaw man. he just wanted to be a kid, hang with another kid, and do normal shit.
it would've been nice to be emotionally intelligent to comprehend why he's feeling this way other than 'me have money. me happy'. it was a lot more than that, but give denji some time to figure it out on his own. for now, he leaves to get himself cleaned followed by a change of clothes. the warm waters return to bliss their base again, and the hot springs are long forgotten. back to their old routine.
as he entered the kitchen again, denji paced himself until he was standing behind the other boy, peering over and catching whatever bakugou was occupied with, probably working his knife skills and chopping away. it was a bit chilly indoors, as the base didn't have the best heating system, so he was wearing a gray hoodie and black sweats to keep himself cozy. gently, he leaned over, resting his chin on bakugou's shoulder as he continued his work; not thinking much of it. power had the habit of being in personal space at all times, and even then denji didn't think it was too weird. ] I am ready to taste test. Gimme.
[ well, it is helping. he is sacrificing his tongue for the sake of perfecting the flavor— surely, bakugou will consider this a crucial role in the cooking process. then again, would anyone trust someone who can stomach eating monsters and devils raw? hmm. ] Oh, and about the steak ... is it true in fancy restaurants you get to choose the way you want it cooked?
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[ he died many times, kacchan. but the fish kept giving ♥ ]
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[denji's here, texting in response, so no, he didn't die. in that he's not dead dead.]
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you were checking up on me?
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[yes]
i didn't see you after the fight; that's all.
[double yes]
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oh yeah, i went to check on the penguines. they were fine.
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penguins? how'd the zoo avoid the tsunami?
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they are more important than half the population here, let's be honest.
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[... maybe. he can't say one way or another. the other part makes him bristle.]
uh-huh.
so if it comes down to it, let you die and save the penguin.
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[ heh, feeling smart with this comeback. ]
how's your shoulder?
can you cook again?
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i'll let it peck your ear off.
[bastard. you're not allowed to outsmart him with simple comments.]
it's fine.
[it's not 100% but he won't say that.]
of course i can cook!
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good.
later tonight, i'm bringing home some meat. be ready.
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what kind of meat?
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the best kind.
steak!
it wasn't cheap so it requires extra attention.
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technically "steak" could still mean kaiju whale meat... it's just a type of cut.
but that's not what denji's getting at, is he.]
you got a special dish in mind you want me to make with it?
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that was the original plan, but he was so sick of eating all those orcas so he couldn't stomach the idea of having more. he is, however, keeping a few nice souvenirs in case some rich freaks are into buying a kaiju's fin. surely they are worth something.
bakugou didn't need to know about this. ]
hmm, maybe some mashed potatoes on the side.
let's get grape juice and pretend we're drinking wine too.
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you really think horny people are going to buy kaiju fins for aphrodisiacs, denji? ... stranger things have been done.]
hmph, dork.
sounds good. i'll make your mouth water.
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.... please don't tell him people can use the fins for horny drugs. he will double the price in a beat. if he knew, he would've stolen more from the corpses they left behind. ]
deal.
it's a date.
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the irony of calling this a date when the other thread is...]how far out are you?
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i'll be there in 20 mins.
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i'll be in the kitchen.
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of course he would share it with bakugou. he's the one who helped him get the job in the first place. not only that, he made sure he understood what his new duties were, how to handle cases and report back; training him from start to finish. he has done so much for him and even a brute like denji knew how to show gratitude when the situation begs for it. by the time he reached the base, he already made a stop at a grocery store along the way and picked up the other ingredients and drinks, walking in with two heavily loaded plastic bags before he placed them on the kitchen counter.
he breathes out, staring at his achievement with subtle pride. he glanced towards bakugou and offered him a thumbs up. ]
I hope you're hungry. I got us the best piece of fresh meat!
[ and no, it's not from a kaiju's carcass. ]
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bakugou's in the kitchen as said earlier, the rice cooker already going with a load of seasoned rice. it'll be a bit before it's done, more than enough time for them to make the rest of the katsudon. he looks over his shoulder when denji arrives, arching a brow when the half-devil sets down two large shopping bags. a steak of meat and a bottle of grape juice can't be the only things he has in that load. but the look of pride on denji's face curbs any comment from bakugou. let the guy have his moment.]
I haven't eaten since breakfast. [so he'll devour whatever they make. leaving the counter, he comes to the table to look at the groceries.] What else did you get outside of steak and "wine"?
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Fresh potatoes for the mash, peanut butter, honey, jam, and fruits. I got some eggs that I totally paid for this time and ... this.
[ inside the store was a small bakery kiosk that appeared to entice a lot of attention for its sponge cake. it sounds average, but there must be a reason people seem to wrestle to get their fresh cut and he got it. two slices sealed in their own plastic container. he's not sure if bakugou enjoyed sweets, but the option will always be there for him to accept or dismiss. denji figured it would be a nice treat to have while watching a movie afterward. again— his teammate is not obligated to amuse him, but they deserve a lazy night after that intense mission, and is there a better way to do it aside from getting cozy on the sofa and enjoying a flick? ]
I'm feeling good ... so I got more things. [ 'happy' is a reach, so denji will stick with 'good' for now. there is a reason why he wanted to voice it out, it's one way to say thank you without being too sentimental. bakugou is starting to be someone very influential to him, even when it is more of him depending on the other boy in an unhealthy way, but it also made denji more— well, protective of him. it's hard to justify this part since he knew the hero did not need anyone shadowing him, and he's not about to baby him either. it's another type of attachment that is too foreign to make sense of.
he leans his head to the side, meeting bakugou's gaze. ]
I need to change. Do you need me here, though?
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bakugou has been tempted to swerve and ram denji's thick head into something when the guy sticks it out the damn window... but he resists the urge and usually just grabs the half-devil's shirt to drag him back inside when it's time.]
Damn, you went all out for this. [ha ha fucking ha on the "paid for" clarification. but when denji mentions "this", bakugou narrows his eyes at the reveal of a surprising dessert. sponge cake? and no some simple fare either. it's obvious the half-devil either waited in line or punched a few people to get to it. while bakugou's not fond of sweets, he doesn't dislike them. lighter sweets are his preference, such as popsicles or ice cream, but every now and then, cakes and cookies aren't bad. he can indulge in this since denji's put in such an effort.]
Heh. Flatterer. [he gets the gratitude in denji's voice and words, accepting in in his own gruff way. it's not like bakugou lets denji mooch off him all the time. if they cook together, they do the dishes together. they're on the same police force together. sometimes grocery shopping together (and damn right they either toggle payments or split the bill). but denji's someone bakugou finds he doesn't mind being around him, doing whatever he's doing. in some ways, he's similar to kirishima, a very honest guy who can exasperate bakugou, yet also proves to be a quiet comfort.]
Go ahead and change. I'll put this away. When you get back, you can help cook. [that's actually a highly-paid compliment coming from bakugo's mouth.]
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it would've been nice to be emotionally intelligent to comprehend why he's feeling this way other than 'me have money. me happy'. it was a lot more than that, but give denji some time to figure it out on his own. for now, he leaves to get himself cleaned followed by a change of clothes. the warm waters return to bliss their base again, and the hot springs are long forgotten. back to their old routine.
as he entered the kitchen again, denji paced himself until he was standing behind the other boy, peering over and catching whatever bakugou was occupied with, probably working his knife skills and chopping away. it was a bit chilly indoors, as the base didn't have the best heating system, so he was wearing a gray hoodie and black sweats to keep himself cozy. gently, he leaned over, resting his chin on bakugou's shoulder as he continued his work; not thinking much of it. power had the habit of being in personal space at all times, and even then denji didn't think it was too weird. ] I am ready to taste test. Gimme.
[ well, it is helping. he is sacrificing his tongue for the sake of perfecting the flavor— surely, bakugou will consider this a crucial role in the cooking process. then again, would anyone trust someone who can stomach eating monsters and devils raw? hmm. ] Oh, and about the steak ... is it true in fancy restaurants you get to choose the way you want it cooked?
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