half and half. now that’s an easy one to connect the dots, and denji snaps his fingers as he thinks, ‘shoto!’. slowly but surely, he’s learning bakugou’s language, and he takes great pride in it. as he watched his boyfriend survey the plants, he found himself mimicking his posture, crouched down and watching him up close as he pushed through the bushes, and between all the shades of green they come across more dazzling colors. this time flowers. honestly? he thought the concept of this mission wasn't nearly as entertaining as their previous outings together, yet he knew it was something bakugou had wanted to do ages ago. it didn't mean denji was equally invested or keen to spend a day getting lost in a forest, but ...
but-
it’s a bit therapeutic, isn’t it? the peaceful asmr of katsuki's hands digging through the bag, the rustle of leaves, and the clip of his scissors, every step was organized with a knowing touch, and denji couldn't look away. the genuine interest is growing; he started asking questions, he’s observant, he’s helpful- or, trying to be. he even asked to be the one collecting the sample next time, promising his boyfriend he had memorized the process by now. he got this. when they face each other again, there is a purplish flower nestled over the curve of denji's ear. don't ask why, and play along. he's in a mood. ]
It shouldn’t be hard to find or make something like that, right? I know some outsiders are asked for a boost or extra weapons. We’ll figure it out when we get back.
[ it would save him the time and stress about feeding, and maybe he’d be able to come back home without getting assaulted by the cleaning crew and end up coming out of the mission with few stains on his clothes instead of dry gunk from head to toe. and then, casually- as if he just thought about it. a brain fart, one might say. ] Or ... blood pills? I wonder if that will work ... something to toss in your mouth and yeah.
[ it would be a lot easier and less messy to just pop a pill, and with the magic of science, it might burst/melt inside his mouth, giving denji the boost to keep going. then again, bakugou mentioned it should be fresh, and that earned him a ... wide-eyed stare. he can't put the finger on it, but that terminology was eerily accurate and perceptive from bakugou. it felt like he was talking to an experienced public safety official, someone who always knew the laws of devils better than denji himself. true, it had to be fresh and full of life, so maybe a pill wouldn't be the smart choice. still, there is something uneasy about how comfortable bakugou is talking about ... this. uneasy, yet fuckin flattering too. what a wild twist of emotions it was to coexist with each other at the same time. ]
... I guess I'm still trying to get used to that. [ the boyfriend thing? no. the fact bakugou isn't disgusted by him, even when he wouldn't blame him if the hero wanted to skip off the gory side quest of their relationship, but he'd never once felt shamed by it. even the occasional 'ew' from the hero came off more comical than genuine repulsion. yeah, he will never get used to it anytime soon, to feel this accepted. he closed his eyes, all smiles, all flustered— the ear holding that flower is a lot redder than normal. yeah, that's a growing rash. another toxic friend is discovered. ]
Alright, deal. Operation blood tasting is a go once we reach the base. Let's see how long we can get away with it before the other everlight folks ban us from the kitchen. Heh ...
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half and half. now that’s an easy one to connect the dots, and denji snaps his fingers as he thinks, ‘shoto!’. slowly but surely, he’s learning bakugou’s language, and he takes great pride in it. as he watched his boyfriend survey the plants, he found himself mimicking his posture, crouched down and watching him up close as he pushed through the bushes, and between all the shades of green they come across more dazzling colors. this time flowers. honestly? he thought the concept of this mission wasn't nearly as entertaining as their previous outings together, yet he knew it was something bakugou had wanted to do ages ago. it didn't mean denji was equally invested or keen to spend a day getting lost in a forest, but ...
but-
it’s a bit therapeutic, isn’t it? the peaceful asmr of katsuki's hands digging through the bag, the rustle of leaves, and the clip of his scissors, every step was organized with a knowing touch, and denji couldn't look away. the genuine interest is growing; he started asking questions, he’s observant, he’s helpful- or, trying to be. he even asked to be the one collecting the sample next time, promising his boyfriend he had memorized the process by now. he got this. when they face each other again, there is a purplish flower nestled over the curve of denji's ear. don't ask why, and play along. he's in a mood. ]
It shouldn’t be hard to find or make something like that, right? I know some outsiders are asked for a boost or extra weapons. We’ll figure it out when we get back.
[ it would save him the time and stress about feeding, and maybe he’d be able to come back home without getting assaulted by the cleaning crew and end up coming out of the mission with few stains on his clothes instead of dry gunk from head to toe. and then, casually- as if he just thought about it. a brain fart, one might say. ] Or ... blood pills? I wonder if that will work ... something to toss in your mouth and yeah.
[ it would be a lot easier and less messy to just pop a pill, and with the magic of science, it might burst/melt inside his mouth, giving denji the boost to keep going. then again, bakugou mentioned it should be fresh, and that earned him a ... wide-eyed stare. he can't put the finger on it, but that terminology was eerily accurate and perceptive from bakugou. it felt like he was talking to an experienced public safety official, someone who always knew the laws of devils better than denji himself. true, it had to be fresh and full of life, so maybe a pill wouldn't be the smart choice. still, there is something uneasy about how comfortable bakugou is talking about ... this. uneasy, yet fuckin flattering too. what a wild twist of emotions it was to coexist with each other at the same time. ]
... I guess I'm still trying to get used to that. [ the boyfriend thing? no. the fact bakugou isn't disgusted by him, even when he wouldn't blame him if the hero wanted to skip off the gory side quest of their relationship, but he'd never once felt shamed by it. even the occasional 'ew' from the hero came off more comical than genuine repulsion. yeah, he will never get used to it anytime soon, to feel this accepted. he closed his eyes, all smiles, all flustered— the ear holding that flower is a lot redder than normal. yeah, that's a growing rash. another toxic friend is discovered. ]
Alright, deal. Operation blood tasting is a go once we reach the base. Let's see how long we can get away with it before the other everlight folks ban us from the kitchen. Heh ...