[ he's glad bakugou decided not to chew him off for the messy room, calling it a win. regardless, it didn't mean he wouldn't be more careful next time. he's learning, slowly but surely, how to keep his environment clean - something about walking into a tidy space helps clear an anxious mind, less clutter on the eye and more minimalistic. alas, he's still a teenager, even when he's living his last year of using such an excuse, and will hit the big '20' next september. he will still decorate his wall with printed pictures, buy unnecessary items to fill up his shelves, and use his bed as the perfect hub to chill, play games, and watch movies. it didn't mean he shouldn't sweep the floors, wipe the surface and windows and maybe light a scented candle to freshen up the space. yup, he's learning.
a shower — of course. there's a subtle shift in his gaze as if he's eyeing an invisible audience behind a camera lens, inwardly cursing in his head. yes, he knows. it's fucking gross to bounce into the bed with frozen sweat and dirt clinging to your skin. it's just ... ughhh, it's so cold! he has to strip, bare his body to the mercy of those icy walls of perdition that is their bathroom, and hope the water heats up fast enough and stays fucking warm! there is a heating system in there, sure, but it can do so much to make this experience as comfortable as the summer months. honestly, this is shameful and disgusting, but if bakugou wasn't here ... he'd probably end up sleeping in his filth and make it tomorrow's problem. the only con of dating is carrying the responsibility of not repelling your partner. that's when he closed his eyes in silent defeat and accepted his fate. he will have to shower, too. for bakugou. for his love. he shall face the winter devil head-on and survive. ]
I'll shower, too. [ he wanted to say something about his boyfriend's choice of seating, but denji understood the reason behind it. guess that's a gentle reminder to buy extra chairs and a small table for his room. across from the bed, a large window stretched ahead, framing the city beyond. the lights blinked in slow rhythms, their reflections casting faint streaks across the glass. the skyline was rather dull tonight, masked behind all the snow; the pale glow of the city gave the room a calming atmosphere. on the floor, a neat spread of food waited as bakugou pulled along the two takeout bags. denji joined him and sat cross-legged, their silhouette softened by the amber light from the lamp and the subtle spill of the city’s luminescence. he unwrapped the burger, the scent of grilled meat and melted cheese quickly filled up the air, soon followed by a muted crunch that broke the silence. oh yeah, look at that sauce— that's one hell of a juicy bite. bakugou's car wouldn't have survived this affair without a stain or two. even when he's enjoying the meal, he's conscious enough to wipe his mouth with a tissue after each chomp. manners aki shoved down his system during their time living together. ]
I bet you're maaaaad about your salad now, huh? [ he teased. ] I take you to a burger place, and you pick some greens. This should be a crime punishable by law. [ jokes and being a menace aside- ] Heh, I'll forgive you, though ... since I had a good time today. I guess I needed to do something other than going to work or staying at the base ...
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a shower — of course. there's a subtle shift in his gaze as if he's eyeing an invisible audience behind a camera lens, inwardly cursing in his head. yes, he knows. it's fucking gross to bounce into the bed with frozen sweat and dirt clinging to your skin. it's just ... ughhh, it's so cold! he has to strip, bare his body to the mercy of those icy walls of perdition that is their bathroom, and hope the water heats up fast enough and stays fucking warm! there is a heating system in there, sure, but it can do so much to make this experience as comfortable as the summer months. honestly, this is shameful and disgusting, but if bakugou wasn't here ... he'd probably end up sleeping in his filth and make it tomorrow's problem. the only con of dating is carrying the responsibility of not repelling your partner. that's when he closed his eyes in silent defeat and accepted his fate. he will have to shower, too. for bakugou. for his love. he shall face the winter devil head-on and survive. ]
I'll shower, too. [ he wanted to say something about his boyfriend's choice of seating, but denji understood the reason behind it. guess that's a gentle reminder to buy extra chairs and a small table for his room. across from the bed, a large window stretched ahead, framing the city beyond. the lights blinked in slow rhythms, their reflections casting faint streaks across the glass. the skyline was rather dull tonight, masked behind all the snow; the pale glow of the city gave the room a calming atmosphere. on the floor, a neat spread of food waited as bakugou pulled along the two takeout bags. denji joined him and sat cross-legged, their silhouette softened by the amber light from the lamp and the subtle spill of the city’s luminescence. he unwrapped the burger, the scent of grilled meat and melted cheese quickly filled up the air, soon followed by a muted crunch that broke the silence. oh yeah, look at that sauce— that's one hell of a juicy bite. bakugou's car wouldn't have survived this affair without a stain or two. even when he's enjoying the meal, he's conscious enough to wipe his mouth with a tissue after each chomp. manners aki shoved down his system during their time living together. ]
I bet you're maaaaad about your salad now, huh? [ he teased. ] I take you to a burger place, and you pick some greens. This should be a crime punishable by law. [ jokes and being a menace aside- ] Heh, I'll forgive you, though ... since I had a good time today. I guess I needed to do something other than going to work or staying at the base ...