[is it any surprise bakugou would brush these things off? he was back in school a few days after getting kidnapped, was back in the battlefield a month after almost dying in a war, angrily stomped off his humiliation on the first class test when he entered u.a., and many other elements of trauma and hardships. as denji eases his arms from his back and lets him rest, bakugou reaches up and settles his hand on the other boy's head, fingers splayed over his cheek and jaw, thumb easing back and forth on his cheekbone. no longer trapped in the dream, he's able to rest once more, though whether he'll be sleeping again for a while is... hard to say. even if he wants to put everything behind him, his adrenaline is only slowing down, not stopping. they'll have to sleep sometime. staying awake isn't an option, else they'll crash and burn when the time to fight comes. besides, the longer someone goes without sleeping, when they do sleep, the harder it'll be to wake them up if something happens.
talking about his almost death isn't something bakugou likes to do. he explained what happened to denji in the days following his return to neo tokyo. how the war got started, the villains and heroes involved, how they separated their opponents, but wins and losses took their tolls, how shigaraki wrecked his arm and blew up his heart and lungs, midoriya's return and battle, todoroki and uraraka's fight against the villains they both desperately wanted to save, each one leaving them with mental and physical scars. denji knew the story now, though bakugou's still not aware his boyfriend had just been forced to view a first-person memory of his death. it's one reason why he's more intent on brushing past this, thinking denji's heard the details before and doesn't need to dwell on how close the man he loved came to dying. who wants to dwell on such sorrow and fear? that's asking for denji to have nightmares next time! as for why the kaiju picked this memory? ... who knows. it's an opportunistic asshole.
as denji moves to his side of the bed, bakugou sits up, one knee tenting beside him as he turns to face his boyfriend, other leg left bent and braced on the futon. he drops an arm over his lifted knee, other hand braced to the ground below. something's wrong. the way the half-devil's combing his hair too roughly, the distracted look in his eyes, the heavy breathing trying to control himself, a racing heart not yet calmed... it's not that he's asking denji not to give a shit. but getting worked up and angry about something in the past denji wasn't around for and couldn't control will only make his boyfriend riled and emotional.
as for what to do to pass the time, that's a topic to itself.]
Haa? [okay, now scratch all that. bakugou blinks, staring at denji with one eye slightly wider than the other, lips curled in an expression of confusion and dawning realization.] You saw?
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talking about his almost death isn't something bakugou likes to do. he explained what happened to denji in the days following his return to neo tokyo. how the war got started, the villains and heroes involved, how they separated their opponents, but wins and losses took their tolls, how shigaraki wrecked his arm and blew up his heart and lungs, midoriya's return and battle, todoroki and uraraka's fight against the villains they both desperately wanted to save, each one leaving them with mental and physical scars. denji knew the story now, though bakugou's still not aware his boyfriend had just been forced to view a first-person memory of his death. it's one reason why he's more intent on brushing past this, thinking denji's heard the details before and doesn't need to dwell on how close the man he loved came to dying. who wants to dwell on such sorrow and fear? that's asking for denji to have nightmares next time! as for why the kaiju picked this memory? ... who knows. it's an opportunistic asshole.
as denji moves to his side of the bed, bakugou sits up, one knee tenting beside him as he turns to face his boyfriend, other leg left bent and braced on the futon. he drops an arm over his lifted knee, other hand braced to the ground below. something's wrong. the way the half-devil's combing his hair too roughly, the distracted look in his eyes, the heavy breathing trying to control himself, a racing heart not yet calmed... it's not that he's asking denji not to give a shit. but getting worked up and angry about something in the past denji wasn't around for and couldn't control will only make his boyfriend riled and emotional.
as for what to do to pass the time, that's a topic to itself.]
Haa? [okay, now scratch all that. bakugou blinks, staring at denji with one eye slightly wider than the other, lips curled in an expression of confusion and dawning realization.] You saw?