... I can't promise you that, hero. [ yeah, bakugou is asking for too much with that one. it's impossible to continue through life without giving his lover a reason or two to snap at him. at times, it's necessary if he wants them to experience something new, push and let go when the situation begs for it. either way, denji didn't hate it. it's part of his boyfriend's charm to be bold and unapologetic about his feelings. so long as denji learns when it's serious and he should be more mindful, then it's all good. as for picking a better time and place— he fucking agrees. honestly, bakugou wouldn't believe the amount of time this idiot tried to plan out a heart-to-heart, stressing over insignificant details and staring over their calendar for too long. it was just too damn overwhelming, and he didn't want to walk into such a delicate situation as agitated. he didn't want to bark it out, or overshare to the point he'd turn the other off. there's a lot of sensitive topics to unfold, and he will open up step by step.
he gets another kiss, just as soft, a press of their cold lips, quick to heat up. as much as katsuki hates the cold, it is a good look on him— with his features framed by the fluff trim of his jacket, the winter air left a light flush that seemed warmer than the season allowed, a few stray strands of hair escaped the confines of his hood, skin a bit pale, hues a little too vivid in red. those blonde lashes were dusted with the tiniest hints of frost, and whenever he blinked, the movement was slow and mesmerizing; breath visible in the chilled air, only to be carried away on the gentle breeze that teased the edges of his scarf. yeah, it seems denji did a little herb hunting and more staring today.
fingers trace through his hair again. a stray curl, longer than the rest, was twirled between bakugou's knuckles, pulled slightly, then released to spring back with a stubborn defiance. denji carried that lazy, easy half-smirk the entire time, sedated after all those heavy emotions, finding comfort in lovingly admiring the boy before him. the grief will always shadow him, and denji might never be 'okay', but - he's learning not to hide from it. he expressed one of his biggest fears openly instead of trying to hide behind distractions. did it heal him? he's still scared but not as scared. if that makes any sense. ] ... You took care of me. [ and it wasn't easy. there were days when denji didn't want to leave the bed, and bakugou stayed by his side. he struggled to function, often spending his nights watching hours and hours of movies, eating crap, and slacking off work— katsuki allowed him to cope and then gently coaxed him into stepping out for a bit; replaced the junk treats with healthy meals, planned chill dates so they could spend some time outside the base, change of scenery and slowly pull denji away from deteriorating between closed walls. he was there, tolerant and gentle.
he holds onto the other boy's hand, walking by his side as they leave the greenhouse, making sure the scarf is secured around his neck. as expected, it starts to snow. their eyes met, both reflecting the same quiet 'ugh,' and then they began walking, their steps unhurried as the snow crunched faintly beneath their boots. subconsciously, denji was squeezing bakugou's hand a tiny bit too hard, but his expression remained nonchalant. ] ... if you're too tired, I can drive.
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he gets another kiss, just as soft, a press of their cold lips, quick to heat up. as much as katsuki hates the cold, it is a good look on him— with his features framed by the fluff trim of his jacket, the winter air left a light flush that seemed warmer than the season allowed, a few stray strands of hair escaped the confines of his hood, skin a bit pale, hues a little too vivid in red. those blonde lashes were dusted with the tiniest hints of frost, and whenever he blinked, the movement was slow and mesmerizing; breath visible in the chilled air, only to be carried away on the gentle breeze that teased the edges of his scarf. yeah, it seems denji did a little herb hunting and more staring today.
fingers trace through his hair again. a stray curl, longer than the rest, was twirled between bakugou's knuckles, pulled slightly, then released to spring back with a stubborn defiance. denji carried that lazy, easy half-smirk the entire time, sedated after all those heavy emotions, finding comfort in lovingly admiring the boy before him. the grief will always shadow him, and denji might never be 'okay', but - he's learning not to hide from it. he expressed one of his biggest fears openly instead of trying to hide behind distractions. did it heal him? he's still scared but not as scared. if that makes any sense. ] ... You took care of me. [ and it wasn't easy. there were days when denji didn't want to leave the bed, and bakugou stayed by his side. he struggled to function, often spending his nights watching hours and hours of movies, eating crap, and slacking off work— katsuki allowed him to cope and then gently coaxed him into stepping out for a bit; replaced the junk treats with healthy meals, planned chill dates so they could spend some time outside the base, change of scenery and slowly pull denji away from deteriorating between closed walls. he was there, tolerant and gentle.
he holds onto the other boy's hand, walking by his side as they leave the greenhouse, making sure the scarf is secured around his neck. as expected, it starts to snow. their eyes met, both reflecting the same quiet 'ugh,' and then they began walking, their steps unhurried as the snow crunched faintly beneath their boots. subconsciously, denji was squeezing bakugou's hand a tiny bit too hard, but his expression remained nonchalant. ] ... if you're too tired, I can drive.