[as sweet as the moment is, sewn through with emotion and feeling threatening to burn his eyes and cling his throat, he can't find it in himself to want eternal freezing in time. no, he'd much rather continue to live, experiencing the ups and downs of his life with denji. from dynamic changes to quiet smooths uninterrupted. thinking of their separation hurts more than he ever though it would, prompting him to push the thought away. no need to weigh themselves down with future unknowns. who knew whether their separation would even be permanent? if LILITH brought them all here, they could bring them back. a reunion to celebrate victory, a passage to see their companions again, hopefully with a fucking invite this time and not at a worst moment in his life. as denji clings to him, katsuki leans into his warmth. how familiar these arms are now, wrapped around his body to hold him close. he knows their feeling and shape against his ribs and stomach, knows whether the half-devil absent-mindedly strokes with his index or middle finger first, knows his hand will always finds its way to katsuki's chest because he likes the feeling of the hero's heartbeat... and will ever be enamored with his pecs. denji... it may be fleeting, yet a brand lies in his mind and heart, perhaps even deeper, no amount of travel or death will be able to erase.
smiling. denji's smiling. translated even through the wind if his scarf around his neck. turmoil roiling under the surface of his skin, as if his shoulder might begin shaking at any moment. the hunter manages to hold it together, but the hero knows he's close to breaking. not out of pure sorrow and loss, but a bittersweet desire to enjoy the time they have less, while admitting it's not fair an ending has to exist somewhere in the future. katsuki promises to remember denji. devoid of falsehood, coming clear and strong despite the quiet of his voice. they'll see each other again, even if it's only once upon a heart's dream.
as denji slowly raises his head, their hair slices through each other in a usual mingle, spikes of ashen blonde poking into wavy tufts of scruffy sandy blonde. curtaining a few shades of his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. if he's surprised at the lack of crystal tears beading on his lower lids, katsuki keeps a poker face, merely resting his forehead against his boyfriend's and letting his eyes lid halfway in solidarity. pink cheeks on denji's face, a gentle smile on his lips, warmth radiating on his skin as he emerges from his sorrow into a quiet understanding. not vanish, not buried, not even covered, but rather accepted, to return again later when he'll hold onto katsuki for comfort again.]
Maybe don't do shit that makes me yell at you. [what a joke; katsuki yells at anyone over anything. regret is a rare thing in his life and neither denji nor the experiences he's had with the half-devil have ever had that word applied to him. love is patient, love is kind, right? thinking back on their trip to this moment is a rush of memories, from annoyance at the locker room question of partnership to bitching about jobs leading to partnering up at the police station to the sordid question of going on a date to the first kiss shared together... and so much more. katsuki leans into the kiss, eyes closing as he tilts his head and deepens it for a few seconds, letting it linger. it breaks with a soft kiss, but he only frees one hand to get back to work. the other stays interlaced with denji's. and all he's bothering to do is finish this last potting before nothing else matters but his boyfriend. he can come back and finish this tomorrow.]
Tch. Pick a better time and place next time. [grumping without any heat or sincerity behind the words; denji knows he can come to katsuki whenever he needs to vent or wants comfort. does he believe he'll be "okay" now? not in the vein of everything is eternally settled. but for now... he feels better.] Huh? When the hell do I coddle you? [they both know he does, sometimes roughly in his own way. katsuki finishes up with his work, then pulls the glove free from his hand. only so he can lace his fingers through denji's hair, feeling skin to strand, warm and firm, and pull him in for another kiss.] Let's go.
[he wants to tell denji not to eat too much, since they're going to be up late tonight... but even uttering such a thing risks throwing food out the proverbial window for another kind of hunger.]
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smiling. denji's smiling. translated even through the wind if his scarf around his neck. turmoil roiling under the surface of his skin, as if his shoulder might begin shaking at any moment. the hunter manages to hold it together, but the hero knows he's close to breaking. not out of pure sorrow and loss, but a bittersweet desire to enjoy the time they have less, while admitting it's not fair an ending has to exist somewhere in the future. katsuki promises to remember denji. devoid of falsehood, coming clear and strong despite the quiet of his voice. they'll see each other again, even if it's only once upon a heart's dream.
as denji slowly raises his head, their hair slices through each other in a usual mingle, spikes of ashen blonde poking into wavy tufts of scruffy sandy blonde. curtaining a few shades of his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. if he's surprised at the lack of crystal tears beading on his lower lids, katsuki keeps a poker face, merely resting his forehead against his boyfriend's and letting his eyes lid halfway in solidarity. pink cheeks on denji's face, a gentle smile on his lips, warmth radiating on his skin as he emerges from his sorrow into a quiet understanding. not vanish, not buried, not even covered, but rather accepted, to return again later when he'll hold onto katsuki for comfort again.]
Maybe don't do shit that makes me yell at you. [what a joke; katsuki yells at anyone over anything. regret is a rare thing in his life and neither denji nor the experiences he's had with the half-devil have ever had that word applied to him. love is patient, love is kind, right? thinking back on their trip to this moment is a rush of memories, from annoyance at the locker room question of partnership to bitching about jobs leading to partnering up at the police station to the sordid question of going on a date to the first kiss shared together... and so much more. katsuki leans into the kiss, eyes closing as he tilts his head and deepens it for a few seconds, letting it linger. it breaks with a soft kiss, but he only frees one hand to get back to work. the other stays interlaced with denji's. and all he's bothering to do is finish this last potting before nothing else matters but his boyfriend. he can come back and finish this tomorrow.]
Tch. Pick a better time and place next time. [grumping without any heat or sincerity behind the words; denji knows he can come to katsuki whenever he needs to vent or wants comfort. does he believe he'll be "okay" now? not in the vein of everything is eternally settled. but for now... he feels better.] Huh? When the hell do I coddle you? [they both know he does, sometimes roughly in his own way. katsuki finishes up with his work, then pulls the glove free from his hand. only so he can lace his fingers through denji's hair, feeling skin to strand, warm and firm, and pull him in for another kiss.] Let's go.
[he wants to tell denji not to eat too much, since they're going to be up late tonight... but even uttering such a thing risks throwing food out the proverbial window for another kind of hunger.]