[ why now? why here? he didn't know— it just felt right for some reason. considering everything that had happened in the past few months and how unpredictable their life can be from one day to another, did they ever have the luxury to plan ahead? speak your heart before it's too late, that's what denji is starting to believe. he held his lover tightly, his arms a lifeline, as though letting go would mean losing everything that tethered him to the world. their shared warmth seeped into his chest, weighing on him like a thousand unspoken truths, embedding itself into his senses, a memory he'd wish to carry forever. bakugou called him a hero and said he was kind— denji's smile trembled, barely holding against the emotions surging inside. it was a smile that masked an ache too profound for words, the type born of knowing how fleeting this moment was, how fragile the thread of time felt when stretched too thin. a calming ache where hope and dread coiled together. the future was a vast, uncertain thing, a horizon he couldn’t yet see, and the weight of it pressed on him as he held bakugou closer. he wished he could freeze their shared embrace, carve it into eternity where neither time nor pain could touch them.
ahh, even denji knew that was a difficult promise to keep. his eyes burned, not the type of sting that would trigger tears, the type that encouraged a bittersweet smile instead, an outward curve of lips betraying the turmoil beneath. a love so intense it hurt, a heart so full it might break, but there is an odd, unexplained sense of comfort behind it. a glimmer of longing — somewhere. to know that bakugou will still think of him might be enough. even if they never see each other again, the thought of this boy remembering him with nothing but warmth and adoration in his heart could heal his soul.
a difficult promise. maybe a foolish one - but not impossible.
with his head still buried against bakugou's neck, in the stillness, a faint light began to creep in. a subtle glow seeping through the cracks, brushing over his lashes. he loosened his hold, not on him, but on the fear that had kept him buried for so long. slowly, deliberately, denji lifted his head. there are no tears, only a flustered face and a soft smile. he tilits his head, meeting bakugou's gaze, vision clearing up, and he's back to the greenhouse, back to reality, and in the moment again. ]
I'm so glad I made a move on you that night ... even when you yelled at me afterward. [ he lightens the mood now, genuine but not really. all that's clouding his mind right now is how much he loved that boy. he loved him so much he just knew he could never experience this type of love with anyone else. bakugou is not a crush or his first love ... he's his soulmate. his savior. his everything. he leans in for a kiss, brief yet gentle. he relaxed his fingers, allowing bakugou the freedom to pull his hand away, go back to work, and finish what needed to be done. denji stays close, bodies pressed, but no longer restraining his boyfriend. ]
Sorry to throw all of this at you so suddenly ... I just wanted you to know that ... I'll be okay now. [ a pause, he then hummed. ] It doesn't mean you should stop coddling me, though. I really enjoy that ...
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ahh, even denji knew that was a difficult promise to keep. his eyes burned, not the type of sting that would trigger tears, the type that encouraged a bittersweet smile instead, an outward curve of lips betraying the turmoil beneath. a love so intense it hurt, a heart so full it might break, but there is an odd, unexplained sense of comfort behind it. a glimmer of longing — somewhere. to know that bakugou will still think of him might be enough. even if they never see each other again, the thought of this boy remembering him with nothing but warmth and adoration in his heart could heal his soul.
a difficult promise. maybe a foolish one - but not impossible.
with his head still buried against bakugou's neck, in the stillness, a faint light began to creep in. a subtle glow seeping through the cracks, brushing over his lashes. he loosened his hold, not on him, but on the fear that had kept him buried for so long. slowly, deliberately, denji lifted his head. there are no tears, only a flustered face and a soft smile. he tilits his head, meeting bakugou's gaze, vision clearing up, and he's back to the greenhouse, back to reality, and in the moment again. ]
I'm so glad I made a move on you that night ... even when you yelled at me afterward. [ he lightens the mood now, genuine but not really. all that's clouding his mind right now is how much he loved that boy. he loved him so much he just knew he could never experience this type of love with anyone else. bakugou is not a crush or his first love ... he's his soulmate. his savior. his everything. he leans in for a kiss, brief yet gentle. he relaxed his fingers, allowing bakugou the freedom to pull his hand away, go back to work, and finish what needed to be done. denji stays close, bodies pressed, but no longer restraining his boyfriend. ]
Sorry to throw all of this at you so suddenly ... I just wanted you to know that ... I'll be okay now. [ a pause, he then hummed. ] It doesn't mean you should stop coddling me, though. I really enjoy that ...