[ it's not a cliche— it's everything denji ever wanted, to have someone genuinely wish for his happiness instead of using him for their own ambitions. bakugou might not know it, but he's already saving denji from years of abuse and neglect by just being himself, by being honest and valuing him in a way he never thought was possible. everything about their relationship was based on keeping each other true to who they were. both bakugou and denji didn't need to carry a fake front to coexist; it all came naturally by embracing their flaws, accepting them, and even going as far as adoring them, too. sure, there is more to their story, to their past, but neither of them is trying to bury it from the other. they just need to navigate through it at their own pace, share it when the time is right - slowly letting the other one in. denji knew there is more to learn about his boyfriend, about his story, about his fears, and what he wishes to achieve aside his succession as a reliable hero. bakugou is not black and white; there is complexity behind him, and it ... excites denji to know one day, he will learn about it. for now, he wouldn't push. it will come eventually.
denji kept his gaze down, watching the other boy run his fingers through his hands, smothering the soap between them. a light breeze brushed through his hair, relaxing the half-devil more into the scenery. it sets a certain mood already, and it reflects on the slow, relaxed flow of denji's words and the solace behind his features. ]
Ah, I didn't know we could do that. I would've asked for it ages ago. It always kinda bothered me when they tend to separate us. It's been happening way too much recently. [ he didn't take it personally, even when it was annoying. even someone as oblivouse understood the logic behind it— something about keeping a balanced power system. it was a dangerous job, often met with animosity even before they could evaluate the situation, so there was a culture of protecting your teammates. it makes sense to group bakugou with other officers who don't have powerful quirks to support them, and the same with denji. all that aside, it was still frustrating that their weekends barely aligned, and if they wanted to go out on a quick date, one would have to sacrifice staying up a little too late before waking up at 5 am the next morning. katsuki handles that a lot better than a certain someone who always showed up to his shift late. if they approve the request, fuck - they will be able to do whatever they want, and each weekend, they can explore their options. that's the entertaining thing about living in a city; there is always an event going on, or they end up discovering an exciting hub. aside from the loud gatherings, they can also enjoy the quiet solitude and relish the beauty outside those neon lights and tall buildings. oh, and he will get that slow dance. watch him.
a soft hush settled over the trees around them, their darkened shapes silhouetted against the slowly dimming sky. the warm sunlight filtered through the branches, falling in dappled patches over that boy before him, catching in his hair and making it shimmer in light gold— and denji couldn’t take his eyes off him. it was like he was seeing him for the first time, which didn't make sense in his head, but there is a change. bakugou is making him experience something new. something utterly foreign, far more pressing. it's a bit overwhelming if he dares to admit it, but not in a bad way. no, it's not bad at all. it's captivating, yes, but it was more than that. for a moment, he tried to look away, to collect himself, but he couldn’t. instead, he simply stared, his thoughts swirling as he realized, with a mix of wonder and disbelief, that his pressing urge to be more intimate with his boyfriend felt different this time. it wasn't as mindlessly horny as it tends to be. a brand new flavor that made him a bit nervous - and the thought fucking confused him, made his cheeks get all hot and flustered. it pissed him off, too. because what does it mean?! it didn't help that bakugou's hands were all over him, brushing over his skin, moving with sensual confidence, a knowing touch as if he memorized denji's body by heart. yeah, it was nearly impossible for it to be anything other than intimate. it did — rile the half-devil up. of course it did. there is a bit of tension in the air, in the way he breathes, the way he closes his eyes and leans in to tease the lightest brush of their lips, still not seeking another kiss.
something is different. what is it? the silly boy didn't know this was an 'oh' moment when he should've realized he was ... falling in love.
his heart is playing the drums, but, again, it feels oh so good. finally, he returns the favor, and it seems denji is back to his old self again, giving the impression that whatever preoccupied his mind is resolved. he starts by working his fingers over the hero's shoulders, spreading the foam over the drenched skin, gentle when he attends to his neck. the chest area is always a danger zone when denji tries to be civil, it was the perfect stimulus to a fast tumble, yet he didn't shy away from it; happy to make a playful hum to further tease his boyfriend and his perks, but he was a gentleman and refrained from squeezing anything. he did, however, let his hands skim lower and under the water, unapologetic as he teased and kneaded down on those cute back dimples; holding his boyfriend close. ]
I'd suggest this would be a nice opportunity for you to try a drink ... but that's pushing it, huh? [ he's joking; an innocent poke. ] It would be too cold for a swim, but that's okay. A walk would be nice ...
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denji kept his gaze down, watching the other boy run his fingers through his hands, smothering the soap between them. a light breeze brushed through his hair, relaxing the half-devil more into the scenery. it sets a certain mood already, and it reflects on the slow, relaxed flow of denji's words and the solace behind his features. ]
Ah, I didn't know we could do that. I would've asked for it ages ago. It always kinda bothered me when they tend to separate us. It's been happening way too much recently. [ he didn't take it personally, even when it was annoying. even someone as oblivouse understood the logic behind it— something about keeping a balanced power system. it was a dangerous job, often met with animosity even before they could evaluate the situation, so there was a culture of protecting your teammates. it makes sense to group bakugou with other officers who don't have powerful quirks to support them, and the same with denji. all that aside, it was still frustrating that their weekends barely aligned, and if they wanted to go out on a quick date, one would have to sacrifice staying up a little too late before waking up at 5 am the next morning. katsuki handles that a lot better than a certain someone who always showed up to his shift late. if they approve the request, fuck - they will be able to do whatever they want, and each weekend, they can explore their options. that's the entertaining thing about living in a city; there is always an event going on, or they end up discovering an exciting hub. aside from the loud gatherings, they can also enjoy the quiet solitude and relish the beauty outside those neon lights and tall buildings. oh, and he will get that slow dance. watch him.
a soft hush settled over the trees around them, their darkened shapes silhouetted against the slowly dimming sky. the warm sunlight filtered through the branches, falling in dappled patches over that boy before him, catching in his hair and making it shimmer in light gold— and denji couldn’t take his eyes off him. it was like he was seeing him for the first time, which didn't make sense in his head, but there is a change. bakugou is making him experience something new. something utterly foreign, far more pressing. it's a bit overwhelming if he dares to admit it, but not in a bad way. no, it's not bad at all. it's captivating, yes, but it was more than that. for a moment, he tried to look away, to collect himself, but he couldn’t. instead, he simply stared, his thoughts swirling as he realized, with a mix of wonder and disbelief, that his pressing urge to be more intimate with his boyfriend felt different this time. it wasn't as mindlessly horny as it tends to be. a brand new flavor that made him a bit nervous - and the thought fucking confused him, made his cheeks get all hot and flustered. it pissed him off, too. because what does it mean?! it didn't help that bakugou's hands were all over him, brushing over his skin, moving with sensual confidence, a knowing touch as if he memorized denji's body by heart. yeah, it was nearly impossible for it to be anything other than intimate. it did — rile the half-devil up. of course it did. there is a bit of tension in the air, in the way he breathes, the way he closes his eyes and leans in to tease the lightest brush of their lips, still not seeking another kiss.
something is different. what is it? the silly boy didn't know this was an 'oh' moment when he should've realized he was ... falling in love.
his heart is playing the drums, but, again, it feels oh so good. finally, he returns the favor, and it seems denji is back to his old self again, giving the impression that whatever preoccupied his mind is resolved. he starts by working his fingers over the hero's shoulders, spreading the foam over the drenched skin, gentle when he attends to his neck. the chest area is always a danger zone when denji tries to be civil, it was the perfect stimulus to a fast tumble, yet he didn't shy away from it; happy to make a playful hum to further tease his boyfriend and his perks, but he was a gentleman and refrained from squeezing anything. he did, however, let his hands skim lower and under the water, unapologetic as he teased and kneaded down on those cute back dimples; holding his boyfriend close. ]
I'd suggest this would be a nice opportunity for you to try a drink ... but that's pushing it, huh? [ he's joking; an innocent poke. ] It would be too cold for a swim, but that's okay. A walk would be nice ...