[ fine. bakugou can teach him the art of surviving a shower in winter hell, but he'd still want to get out of it as soon as possible. after all, he didn't invest all his money in creating the perfect cuddle-friendly bed to be ignored that long. for now— denji settled on the floor with no complaints, leaning on bakugou's side a bit, with his back resting against the edge of the bed draped in a patchwork quilt. the floorboards creaked faintly as he shifted, unwrapping a burger from its crinkled paper, exposing more of the bun and meat for another bigger bite. steam rose faintly from the warm patty, a fleeting contrast to the chill that curled through the room. his gaze was steady, somewhere between present and distant, fixed on the same spot of nothingness that seemed to captivate him; the soft crunch of lettuce and the smear of sauce against his lip were the only disruptions to the stillness. and then, he could feel something picking at his half-open mouth as bakugou offered him a taste - whatever it might be, denji relaxed his jaw and kept staring at the view ahead, fully trusting his boyfriend and accepting the greens. outside, the wind howled faintly, shaking the glass, but inside, it was just them, the intimacy of a shared meal and the comfortable quiet of a trusted company.

take your strength back with force? hmm, he wonders if he really tried to be better or he got tired of feeling like crap. it's two different things, denji assumes. he shouldn't dwell on it; since he's able to be a productive part of society, then it's good enough. right? it's time to attend to the fries, dipping them in ketchup before shoving them inside his mouth. crunchy and salty - perfection. ]

We should ... kill the next kaiju faster. Surprise attack its ass and get it over with. They're getting too smart for my simple brain.

[ yeah, yeah. he knew there is a period of time where lilith has to examine the threat and share super important information with the outsiders, pinpointing their weak spots, issuing some warnings and such— guess what denji decided, though? to skip that part and start throwing hands. no thoughts behind each step, eliminate the threat, then think later. he's not wasting time collecting clues and shit. fuck yeah, he's smart. a soda bottle rested near his thigh, its condensation leaving faint rings of moisture on the floor. he tilted it back for a sip, the liquid fizzing softly in the quiet. ]

To be honest ... I'm a bit restless. [ he was never a fan of the training simulation, but - the idea is tempting now. ]