[ it's not about talking over the details again, it's about being a bit more honest and not brushing shit to the side anymore. didn't they agree to change that? it felt like they were back to their old coping mechanism, and while denji is fine with it, content with the idea that sometimes one might not have the energy to get into it — but it kinda clashes with what he deemed as their first serious discussion. right? fuck, he not sure anymore. for someone like denji, he's just more confused than ever and had no other choice but to do what he had always done; which is to go with the flow. staring over the other boy, he squints in his direction, seemingly more annoyed at first, as if he was accusing bakugou of downgrading the whole experience once more. but then, the half-devil's expression eased, calmer, more conflicted - raising a brow. ah - i guess he didn't know? hmm, that might explain things a bit. ]
Yeah. Kinda felt it, too. It's like I was in your head ... [ not a mere visual like watching a play on the screen, but he could hear the inner thoughts, emotions, and everything that went through bakugou's mind as he accepted what is coming for him. yeah, sorry, that wasn't a nightmare. that was shoving someone in that intense mindset, as if that kaiju can slither deep into your inner conscious, then is able to force an outsider to relive that overwhelming dread again. while it is in the past, and some might've grown from it, maybe healed a bit, it still can't be easy. if these illusions managed to slaughter people in their sleep — did it mean the kaiju can control a memory and alter the climax? would it have ended with bakugou actually dying instead? is this how it works? yeah, he hates this.
he then shifted slightly, leaning back on one arm, letting the other rest casually across his lap, no longer upright or guarded, trying to slow his breathing and calm his senses. which isn't too hard. after all, denji isn't the type to function on nerves; open with his emotions, yes, but is quick to pick himself up together. however, there is no rush to it. he's not hiding the fact he did not take it well. that fucking sucked and he will ease into it, relax when his body is ready for it. the slope of his shoulder tilted forward, and his head angled just enough to catch his boyfriend's expression. ]
Maybe only having two partners looking out for one another is not enough. What if we both get suck in it and can't get out?
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Yeah. Kinda felt it, too. It's like I was in your head ... [ not a mere visual like watching a play on the screen, but he could hear the inner thoughts, emotions, and everything that went through bakugou's mind as he accepted what is coming for him. yeah, sorry, that wasn't a nightmare. that was shoving someone in that intense mindset, as if that kaiju can slither deep into your inner conscious, then is able to force an outsider to relive that overwhelming dread again. while it is in the past, and some might've grown from it, maybe healed a bit, it still can't be easy. if these illusions managed to slaughter people in their sleep — did it mean the kaiju can control a memory and alter the climax? would it have ended with bakugou actually dying instead? is this how it works? yeah, he hates this.
he then shifted slightly, leaning back on one arm, letting the other rest casually across his lap, no longer upright or guarded, trying to slow his breathing and calm his senses. which isn't too hard. after all, denji isn't the type to function on nerves; open with his emotions, yes, but is quick to pick himself up together. however, there is no rush to it. he's not hiding the fact he did not take it well. that fucking sucked and he will ease into it, relax when his body is ready for it. the slope of his shoulder tilted forward, and his head angled just enough to catch his boyfriend's expression. ]
Maybe only having two partners looking out for one another is not enough. What if we both get suck in it and can't get out?