[he'll bring up shinsou another time, if he becomes relevant. no want to trigger the looming reality of ptsd this will leave denji with. first vegas, now transylvania. the kaiju better sit down and shut the fuck up for the rest of the year. it might take some prodding on denji's part, but he'll get the stories out of bakugou later on in their lives together. not one to drop a massive lore on him, he prefers it in trickles and bite-size chunks. sad but true, he's not a wizened old man with eighty years of experience to serve endless stories up. yet for denji, he'll give him what he wants, if it means seeing the soft smile on his face and the happiness warming his chest. do we need to bring up again the cameo denji made in mha again? if but for a moment, denji was canonly part of katsuki's hero world. maybe one day, after all this is done, that can be made real, should lilith's technology permit the travel. for now, he'll tell denji stories as he recovers and drifts off to sleep, before taking a silent vigil next to him until the young hero likewise feels comfortable enough to close his eyes.
no, not even the obvious medical tech coming to help denji gets katsuki's trust until he vets what his intent is. denji's been through too much for the blonde to allow someone to remotely show intent towards him without getting screened thoroughly. and unlike his boyfriend, katsuki is still strong enough to force the issue. a bleeding, broken, furious stag with antlers ready to protect his mate. luckily it doesn't come to that. the blood is accepted and goes down with one gory spurt after another. red eyes soak in the sight of denji's throat dip, his voicebox bobbing atop the column of his neck, and the sticky ghost of his breath returning. fuck, unwanted tension and worry nooses tight and vices his chest as the half-devil's eyes drift shit. don't sleep! no, sleep. shake him awake! let him rest. he'll have nightmares! chase them off. what's important now is denji resting. one slithering sinew after another sealing patch of skin doesn't mean anything if the hunter's mind and energy are so taxed, he ends up a healthy vegetable. rest. that's what he needs. comfort and rest. to combat the exhaustion and pain no among the healing will fix.
passing on the second blood syringe, katsuki gruffly dismisses the paramedic to help others who need it more. as always, it's amazing how thoroughly denji's recovery powers are off what could be a relatively small amount of blood. yet this time, no revving saws or cheery smiles come once it finishes. completely healed isn't the end of this trial. there's more to it as bakugou walks past the medic. his boots crunch over the dirt courtyard before tromping on the metal grate of the shuttle's landing ramp. sunrise will be here soon, but it carries as much an ominous sense of weight as it does the relief over their victory. this wasn't the pyrrhic victory of seoul; but it was far more personal a battle. striking again at the outsiders themselves, like vegas. are we good enough? they won, but they let the people important to them be taken with no fucking chance to prevent it. there's no answers to how it happened, no hint as to what they could have done to stop it. and the villagers, the people, they were supposed to help ended up betraying them this time around. who abandoned humanity this time?
it's a mess. but he can deal with that mess another time. right now, he's needed here, physically, mentally, emotionally. turning into a small alcove, he eases down to his knees and lies denji atop one of the cots, making sure he's settled before shifting to sit beside him. a hand lingers on denji's own, gloved thumb brushing over his knuckles. in a bit, he'll get some water and a washcloth to start wiping at his face. in a bit.] I will. You're not going to hurt anyone else.
[even if he has to leave denji a head and torso, he'll prevent his boyfriend from spilling any further blood. as the hunter tries to sit up, the hero firmly puts his other hand to his collarbone, refusing to let him move. down, denji. you're not well yet. talk if you must, but don't move. katsuki looks down at him from a half-covering lean over his boyfriend. red eyes quiet and resolved. he'll be here as long as he can, unless an emergency calls him out. but even that will only get him to move after his boyfriend's asleep.] Nothing I won't survive. You should've seen those bastards who got in my way.
[taunting, mocking, arrogant, angry, whatever he wants to take from that, denji's free to. he could've said "i'm fine" like the resolute badass he is, but he's been called out on it before. so yeah, katsuki admits he's injured. yet it's nothing he can't come back from and operate through.]
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no, not even the obvious medical tech coming to help denji gets katsuki's trust until he vets what his intent is. denji's been through too much for the blonde to allow someone to remotely show intent towards him without getting screened thoroughly. and unlike his boyfriend, katsuki is still strong enough to force the issue. a bleeding, broken, furious stag with antlers ready to protect his mate. luckily it doesn't come to that. the blood is accepted and goes down with one gory spurt after another. red eyes soak in the sight of denji's throat dip, his voicebox bobbing atop the column of his neck, and the sticky ghost of his breath returning. fuck, unwanted tension and worry nooses tight and vices his chest as the half-devil's eyes drift shit. don't sleep! no, sleep. shake him awake! let him rest. he'll have nightmares! chase them off. what's important now is denji resting. one slithering sinew after another sealing patch of skin doesn't mean anything if the hunter's mind and energy are so taxed, he ends up a healthy vegetable. rest. that's what he needs. comfort and rest. to combat the exhaustion and pain no among the healing will fix.
passing on the second blood syringe, katsuki gruffly dismisses the paramedic to help others who need it more. as always, it's amazing how thoroughly denji's recovery powers are off what could be a relatively small amount of blood. yet this time, no revving saws or cheery smiles come once it finishes. completely healed isn't the end of this trial. there's more to it as bakugou walks past the medic. his boots crunch over the dirt courtyard before tromping on the metal grate of the shuttle's landing ramp. sunrise will be here soon, but it carries as much an ominous sense of weight as it does the relief over their victory. this wasn't the pyrrhic victory of seoul; but it was far more personal a battle. striking again at the outsiders themselves, like vegas. are we good enough? they won, but they let the people important to them be taken with no fucking chance to prevent it. there's no answers to how it happened, no hint as to what they could have done to stop it. and the villagers, the people, they were supposed to help ended up betraying them this time around. who abandoned humanity this time?
it's a mess. but he can deal with that mess another time. right now, he's needed here, physically, mentally, emotionally. turning into a small alcove, he eases down to his knees and lies denji atop one of the cots, making sure he's settled before shifting to sit beside him. a hand lingers on denji's own, gloved thumb brushing over his knuckles. in a bit, he'll get some water and a washcloth to start wiping at his face. in a bit.] I will. You're not going to hurt anyone else.
[even if he has to leave denji a head and torso, he'll prevent his boyfriend from spilling any further blood. as the hunter tries to sit up, the hero firmly puts his other hand to his collarbone, refusing to let him move. down, denji. you're not well yet. talk if you must, but don't move. katsuki looks down at him from a half-covering lean over his boyfriend. red eyes quiet and resolved. he'll be here as long as he can, unless an emergency calls him out. but even that will only get him to move after his boyfriend's asleep.] Nothing I won't survive. You should've seen those bastards who got in my way.
[taunting, mocking, arrogant, angry, whatever he wants to take from that, denji's free to. he could've said "i'm fine" like the resolute badass he is, but he's been called out on it before. so yeah, katsuki admits he's injured. yet it's nothing he can't come back from and operate through.]