[moonlight streams through a chopped square of frames, slathering denji's face with whitish blue illumination. haggard bags under his eyes, normally heavy lidded now wide in panic about citrine irises swimming in a pool of white, lips parted above and below his sharp rows of gleaming teeth. every element of his sweat-stained face screams of fear and desperation, and nothing else in the moment matters to bakugou except somehow catching his boyfriend and calming him from his heart-rushing experience. hovering above him on stilts made of knees and toes, sinking down onto his heels in a slumping rock, too hard up to collapse, yet almost boneless in a rush of relief and fright. watching him, studying, dragging in every sense of detail possible to determine whether the nightmare made manifest was truly dissipated. chest working bellows as his lungs heave in air and stretch his shirt where it clings to each muscle in a sweat-soaked second skin. no, bakugou wouldn't expect denji to drop his guard. not yet.
he brings his attention back from his mind instead and focuses once more on the boy above him as fingers splay out over his damp cheeks. touching, making sure he's still here and alive. shit, hadn't he done something similar after the damn wolf in romania? hadn't bakugou reached for his face and held him after the worm tore at their minds in vegas? and now, even before the kaiju attacks, they're in such a state even together... he hates the feeling even as denji rummages over his face.]
It was just a fucking nightmare. [snarling and grumpy, more at himself for letting something like a nightmare put him in such a state. yet he's not an idiot enough to think his experiences have no hold on him. for as strong as bakugo is, he's gone through a lot of frightening things, from villain attacks to kidnappings to near-death experiences. how the hell would any of those events pass without leaving scars on his mind? haunting him at times when he sits alone at night or feels someone touch his nape when he's not expecting it. he breaks from his irritation when fingers settle on his chest, still unaware denji was privy to his memories. only thinking his fear came from the danger sleeping brings in this damn place.]
Oof. [and now he's getting squished into a hug. bakugo blinks once or twice, then moves his arms to rest around denji's shoulders, returning the embrace. feeling how tight and tense he is. scared heart slamming in his chest, breaths seeping into his neck with each shuddering moment.] Yeah... I'm fine.
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he brings his attention back from his mind instead and focuses once more on the boy above him as fingers splay out over his damp cheeks. touching, making sure he's still here and alive. shit, hadn't he done something similar after the damn wolf in romania? hadn't bakugou reached for his face and held him after the worm tore at their minds in vegas? and now, even before the kaiju attacks, they're in such a state even together... he hates the feeling even as denji rummages over his face.]
It was just a fucking nightmare. [snarling and grumpy, more at himself for letting something like a nightmare put him in such a state. yet he's not an idiot enough to think his experiences have no hold on him. for as strong as bakugo is, he's gone through a lot of frightening things, from villain attacks to kidnappings to near-death experiences. how the hell would any of those events pass without leaving scars on his mind? haunting him at times when he sits alone at night or feels someone touch his nape when he's not expecting it. he breaks from his irritation when fingers settle on his chest, still unaware denji was privy to his memories. only thinking his fear came from the danger sleeping brings in this damn place.]
Oof. [and now he's getting squished into a hug. bakugo blinks once or twice, then moves his arms to rest around denji's shoulders, returning the embrace. feeling how tight and tense he is. scared heart slamming in his chest, breaths seeping into his neck with each shuddering moment.] Yeah... I'm fine.