[ honestly, denji wouldn't mind being part of the experiments. he'd eat anything bakugou would give him, unbothered to be used to test the side effects, whether they are safe for humans or not. if that would help the hero avoid the risk of bringing home something more harmful than good, denji will offer himself without a second thought; a tragedy that can be easily avoided by using a devil and sparing a few drops of fresh blood. umm, anesthetics and analgesic medicine?? — yeah, denji stares, head empty, only to nod soon after when bakugou clarifies in simpler terms. bless this boy for acknowledging the half-devil's limited vocabulary. ]
I didn't know that ... [ if denji hadn't experienced going under the knife wide awake and sober, he wouldn't understand how crucial this little trip is. at first, he was doing it for bakugou's sake, and nothing more. but now, it's a bit more personal. when he had no choice but to sell his organs for extra cash, the underground surgeons made no effort to be generous by sedating him. it was probably one of the most agonizing experiences in his life, and that says something considering everything he had been through. he remembers spending the next few days curled up, in pain, feverish, and clinging to pochita as his only source of comfort. this is another motivation to take this hunt more to heart.
as bakugou works on leaving a clear trail behind them, denji got distracted by an odd tint poking out between the repetitive greenery, it captured his attention, urging him to slow down a bit before stopping completely. it's too vibrant and hard to miss, even between the light mist. he flips through the pages of the notebook; almost certain he has seen those patterns somewhere. eventually, he steps close to the bush, crouching down while tracing his finger down a specific image. it's ... similar, but not exactly the same. he's unsure how specific they must be, but it was worth calling out bakugou to inspect it. whatever it may be, or what it is used for, denji has already plucked one out— holding it up for a sniff. again, is it safe to do so? not sure, but that's happening. ]
fuck yeah. time to get high~
I didn't know that ... [ if denji hadn't experienced going under the knife wide awake and sober, he wouldn't understand how crucial this little trip is. at first, he was doing it for bakugou's sake, and nothing more. but now, it's a bit more personal. when he had no choice but to sell his organs for extra cash, the underground surgeons made no effort to be generous by sedating him. it was probably one of the most agonizing experiences in his life, and that says something considering everything he had been through. he remembers spending the next few days curled up, in pain, feverish, and clinging to pochita as his only source of comfort. this is another motivation to take this hunt more to heart.
as bakugou works on leaving a clear trail behind them, denji got distracted by an odd tint poking out between the repetitive greenery, it captured his attention, urging him to slow down a bit before stopping completely. it's too vibrant and hard to miss, even between the light mist. he flips through the pages of the notebook; almost certain he has seen those patterns somewhere. eventually, he steps close to the bush, crouching down while tracing his finger down a specific image. it's ... similar, but not exactly the same. he's unsure how specific they must be, but it was worth calling out bakugou to inspect it. whatever it may be, or what it is used for, denji has already plucked one out— holding it up for a sniff. again, is it safe to do so? not sure, but that's happening. ]
It's pretty, right?