[ it's the perfect word to describe what he's seeing between those two, and no one can change his mind, but in reality, it's just slang for aki being 'mushy'. which, hey, isn't a bad thing! denji understood how that makes you feel; it sets up the mood for wanting to spoil and dote on the person because their very existence is making you happy. it's a very human reaction to want to pick up a flower as a gift, tell them you care about them, or LIGHT UP SOME CANDLES! romantic shit that kacchan is against. the struggle is real, yet denji might be the perfect partner for this clash of personalities since he does not care and will probably try again. he will experience every romantic scene he watched in a movie, damnit. he will! a new dream.
okay but ... does he really need to explain the diversity between their bodies?
denji blinks, eyes a touch wider, not out of the astonishment of being gagged by a nitroglycerin-drenched hand, he's more puzzled that this boy is blind enough to think there is room for comparison here. he muffles a loud hum, unbothered to free his mouth, and opts to roll his eyes upward in deep thought. ah, this might be the first time he thinks this brilliant hero is being silly. he never thought he'd live long enough to see this day but here they are. when he met bakugou's gaze again, one could almost see the dirty smirk solely on the slight curve of each eye — he then grabbed the other's free hand, and pulled it up with some force, denji then urged his boyfriend to cop a feel of one of his pecs. sure, the muscles are toned, which gives a glimpse of his body strength but there is nothing more to it. just a normal dude who works out and is fit (he never worked out a day in his life, but you get the point!). he makes sure bakugou has a nice squeeze before he twists his wrist and urges him to feel himself next. denji nods, raising an eyebrow, still gagged by the other's hand by the way, but everything about him screams:
'You see the difference?!'
oh, bakugou will kill him. maybe it's best to shake his head and protect himself from getting blasted with a direct hit; he sticks his tongue out once he breaks free, lips wet from all chemical traces. is he disgusted? not really, since he's licking his lips clean a second later with no reaction to it. he's still holding onto each wrist, not really restraining the other boy, but he's not letting go of him either. the smile is mischievous, fit for everything in his mind, and reflected in his words. aside from the little stunt earlier, from an outsider's perspective, they come off as two 'buddies' being playful, which explains why denji didn't bother to move away yet. ]
Don't even compare! I'm allowed to be shirtless.
[ was this serious? was it that deep? hell no. denji is simply having some fun, even when it's a manifestation of genuine sentiments. he's not the type to dictate his partner's choices; he will just mess with him and express himself in his own ways; with more warmth and less demand. he relaxed his fingers, tracing them upward until they curled with bakugou's. ]
You don't trust me with the cooking, right? how mean.
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[ it's the perfect word to describe what he's seeing between those two, and no one can change his mind, but in reality, it's just slang for aki being 'mushy'. which, hey, isn't a bad thing! denji understood how that makes you feel; it sets up the mood for wanting to spoil and dote on the person because their very existence is making you happy. it's a very human reaction to want to pick up a flower as a gift, tell them you care about them, or LIGHT UP SOME CANDLES! romantic shit that kacchan is against. the struggle is real, yet denji might be the perfect partner for this clash of personalities since he does not care and will probably try again. he will experience every romantic scene he watched in a movie, damnit. he will! a new dream.
okay but ... does he really need to explain the diversity between their bodies?
denji blinks, eyes a touch wider, not out of the astonishment of being gagged by a nitroglycerin-drenched hand, he's more puzzled that this boy is blind enough to think there is room for comparison here. he muffles a loud hum, unbothered to free his mouth, and opts to roll his eyes upward in deep thought. ah, this might be the first time he thinks this brilliant hero is being silly. he never thought he'd live long enough to see this day but here they are. when he met bakugou's gaze again, one could almost see the dirty smirk solely on the slight curve of each eye — he then grabbed the other's free hand, and pulled it up with some force, denji then urged his boyfriend to cop a feel of one of his pecs. sure, the muscles are toned, which gives a glimpse of his body strength but there is nothing more to it. just a normal dude who works out and is fit (he never worked out a day in his life, but you get the point!). he makes sure bakugou has a nice squeeze before he twists his wrist and urges him to feel himself next. denji nods, raising an eyebrow, still gagged by the other's hand by the way, but everything about him screams:
'You see the difference?!'
oh, bakugou will kill him. maybe it's best to shake his head and protect himself from getting blasted with a direct hit; he sticks his tongue out once he breaks free, lips wet from all chemical traces. is he disgusted? not really, since he's licking his lips clean a second later with no reaction to it. he's still holding onto each wrist, not really restraining the other boy, but he's not letting go of him either. the smile is mischievous, fit for everything in his mind, and reflected in his words. aside from the little stunt earlier, from an outsider's perspective, they come off as two 'buddies' being playful, which explains why denji didn't bother to move away yet. ]
Don't even compare! I'm allowed to be shirtless.
[ was this serious? was it that deep? hell no. denji is simply having some fun, even when it's a manifestation of genuine sentiments. he's not the type to dictate his partner's choices; he will just mess with him and express himself in his own ways; with more warmth and less demand. he relaxed his fingers, tracing them upward until they curled with bakugou's. ]
You don't trust me with the cooking, right? how mean.