a question that confused denji more than anything, and the reaction that followed was even more frustrating as it wavers between utter dismissal and brushing off this experience like another monday. denji, finally, relaxed his arms, gently placing the other boy down on the mattress, allowing him to rest at his own pace, no longer clinging to him. if he had any doubts that they're still under the influence of a strange, unknown ability — it's somewhat gone now. he feels a bit more confident that once they wake up, they'll be able to function as normal once more. who the fuck knows what would've happened if they were still stuck in that mindset? one thing for sure, denji doesn't plan to sleep if this is the outcome. guess he'll end up fighting this fucker just running high on caffinated drinks and blood.
back to his boyfriend, who is adamant to — well, not talk about it. he insists it's just a nightmare, nothing to address, he's fine, and a near-death experience will not break him. which is ... what denji thought he wanted to hear, if he's honest. yeah, that would be great, wouldn't it? he'd like nothing more than to skip the part where they're both human and this kinda shit stick to your conscious and soul until your last breath on this earth, maybe deal with it as a fun story to share that starts with 'wanna guess how i got this scar?', but why would this kaiju pick this specific memory if it didn't know it can fuck with katsuki's head? fuck it. he doesn't even know anymore.
he shifts back on his side of the bed, crossing his legs as one hand slipped away to rake through his hair, tugging at the strands like he was trying to compose himself. his chest rose in a long, steady breath, held it, then let it out hard through his nose. something about bakugou saying it doesn't matter really gets to him in a way denji didn't expect. he almost fucking died, and if he's expecting the guy he's dating not to give a shit about it and talk about what they can do to pass the time — then he's up for a treat. ]
Okay, you're fine. Why do you think this Kaiju chose to give us both a fucking VIP viewing of you almost dying?
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a question that confused denji more than anything, and the reaction that followed was even more frustrating as it wavers between utter dismissal and brushing off this experience like another monday. denji, finally, relaxed his arms, gently placing the other boy down on the mattress, allowing him to rest at his own pace, no longer clinging to him. if he had any doubts that they're still under the influence of a strange, unknown ability — it's somewhat gone now. he feels a bit more confident that once they wake up, they'll be able to function as normal once more. who the fuck knows what would've happened if they were still stuck in that mindset? one thing for sure, denji doesn't plan to sleep if this is the outcome. guess he'll end up fighting this fucker just running high on caffinated drinks and blood.
back to his boyfriend, who is adamant to — well, not talk about it. he insists it's just a nightmare, nothing to address, he's fine, and a near-death experience will not break him. which is ... what denji thought he wanted to hear, if he's honest. yeah, that would be great, wouldn't it? he'd like nothing more than to skip the part where they're both human and this kinda shit stick to your conscious and soul until your last breath on this earth, maybe deal with it as a fun story to share that starts with 'wanna guess how i got this scar?', but why would this kaiju pick this specific memory if it didn't know it can fuck with katsuki's head? fuck it. he doesn't even know anymore.
he shifts back on his side of the bed, crossing his legs as one hand slipped away to rake through his hair, tugging at the strands like he was trying to compose himself. his chest rose in a long, steady breath, held it, then let it out hard through his nose. something about bakugou saying it doesn't matter really gets to him in a way denji didn't expect. he almost fucking died, and if he's expecting the guy he's dating not to give a shit about it and talk about what they can do to pass the time — then he's up for a treat. ]
Okay, you're fine. Why do you think this Kaiju chose to give us both a fucking VIP viewing of you almost dying?