[ did he ever complain about the lack of color options in the hero’s closet? that will never happen in this lifetime. everything that his partner deemed as an acceptable sense of fashion denji agreed on, even if it’s all in black and oversized. if anything, the preference for shirts/hoodies being oversized made it a universal fit for all, especially to the person who tends to ‘borrow’ his clothes at all times.
it always starts with a simple text or a note left inside one of the shelves in bakugou closet, both reading ‘I’ll bring it back’ – only to never be seen again. in rare instances, bakugou will reunite with his missing clothes when he spots them either in the laundry basket, somewhere in denji’s room, or when he catches his boyfriend wearing them in public. the sole piece of garment that is protected from denji’s prying hands happens to be the hero’s uniform, for two reasons: a) he knew it was something katsuki wouldn’t tolerate being touched without his approval, b) pretty damn sure he will feel super scandalous wearing something as tight and revealing as that top. the thought of it alone makes him blush. for some fucked up logic walking around shirtless is far more timid, but to have the fabric stick to your skin, exposing every curve of your muscles, with a massive v-cut for a seductive cleavage tease is -
- oooff, danger. the whole idea for these crimes is to wear something that smells like his boyfriend; for the sake of feeling all fluffy and loved, an endless hug throughout the day. it's an innocent ritual of adoration and he can't ruin it by turning it naughty.
he chuckled a bit at that comment, and he had to agree. as a proud movie devotee, despite denji’s dislike for the horror theme (his life is enough) – this does appear like the perfect set for serial killers/monsters to thrive in. so long as they have their powers and remain sober, and no one fucks with their head, the half-devil is not intimidated by those villagers. if the situation begs for it and they decide to come at them with hostility, he will not hesitate to chop off some hands. at least denji will aim to injure and not kill; bakugou shouldn’t be mad at him.
when he's reassured the surprise involves a gift, denji's cheeks warm up in a faint hue of red; even behind the bags under his eyes and heavy lids that add years to his age, denji tends to appear more youthful, or childlike when he’s genuinely happy. very few people in this city can get to see that expression. the natural, honest joy and not the empty smile that he tends to carry around while indulging in a casual conversation with their fellow outsiders. maybe other people wouldn’t get so emotional over something as simple as exchanging gifts, deeming it as a normal part of any relationship, but denji would never be able to normalize any act of kindness towards him – it will always be special. always. especially from bakugou.
he stays where he is, close to his boyfriend’s face; soon after he shifts a bit so he can lightly tug on the other boy's shirt, impatient. ]
... can we go right now? to clean up?
[ it's a soft plea, yet he will understand that his partner is too exhausted from their long trip and would rather rest a bit longer. ]
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it always starts with a simple text or a note left inside one of the shelves in bakugou closet, both reading ‘I’ll bring it back’ – only to never be seen again. in rare instances, bakugou will reunite with his missing clothes when he spots them either in the laundry basket, somewhere in denji’s room, or when he catches his boyfriend wearing them in public. the sole piece of garment that is protected from denji’s prying hands happens to be the hero’s uniform, for two reasons: a) he knew it was something katsuki wouldn’t tolerate being touched without his approval, b) pretty damn sure he will feel super scandalous wearing something as tight and revealing as that top. the thought of it alone makes him blush. for some fucked up logic walking around shirtless is far more timid, but to have the fabric stick to your skin, exposing every curve of your muscles, with a massive v-cut for a seductive cleavage tease is -
- oooff, danger. the whole idea for these crimes is to wear something that smells like his boyfriend; for the sake of feeling all fluffy and loved, an endless hug throughout the day. it's an innocent ritual of adoration and he can't ruin it by turning it naughty.
he chuckled a bit at that comment, and he had to agree. as a proud movie devotee, despite denji’s dislike for the horror theme (his life is enough) – this does appear like the perfect set for serial killers/monsters to thrive in. so long as they have their powers and remain sober, and no one fucks with their head, the half-devil is not intimidated by those villagers. if the situation begs for it and they decide to come at them with hostility, he will not hesitate to chop off some hands. at least denji will aim to injure and not kill; bakugou shouldn’t be mad at him.
when he's reassured the surprise involves a gift, denji's cheeks warm up in a faint hue of red; even behind the bags under his eyes and heavy lids that add years to his age, denji tends to appear more youthful, or childlike when he’s genuinely happy. very few people in this city can get to see that expression. the natural, honest joy and not the empty smile that he tends to carry around while indulging in a casual conversation with their fellow outsiders. maybe other people wouldn’t get so emotional over something as simple as exchanging gifts, deeming it as a normal part of any relationship, but denji would never be able to normalize any act of kindness towards him – it will always be special. always. especially from bakugou.
he stays where he is, close to his boyfriend’s face; soon after he shifts a bit so he can lightly tug on the other boy's shirt, impatient. ]
... can we go right now? to clean up?
[ it's a soft plea, yet he will understand that his partner is too exhausted from their long trip and would rather rest a bit longer. ]