[cost something? maybe a little. understanding the silence between them isn't making denji feel any sense of comfort. knowing he needs to trust his boyfriend more to see past those usual barriers bakugou puts up. he saw what he saw, heard his thoughts and the voices around him, the sound of his heart and the drip of his sweat. saying "it's fine" is true, but there's more beneath those two words. more than denji has the right to know. bakugou wants the half-devil to see him as a strong, amazing hero. but also a human.
even if that means admitting some painful weaknesses from time to time. they talked about that before, right?] Aa. Getting emotional in the middle of a battle's only gonna distract you.
[when said battle is during a war for the survival of your entire nation, you don't have the luxury of fear or despair. you go, hard, fast, strong, forward, until there's nothing left to move. the hero mentality. he'll break himself to train, break himself to save, break himself to grow, break himself to win as many times as he has to. is it too much different from denji? how many times has the half-devil splattered himself during a fight, only to consume and revive and stand up for another go. denji himself wants to be a superhero even back in his own world, without knowing who the hell bakugou was. but their ideas of heroes clashed when they first met. he hopes, when they all go back home, the part of him that stays with denji contains some of that heroic ideal.
he can't fault his boyfriend for those selfish thoughts. parents don't want their kids facing danger. heroes don't want their interns to risk their lives. lovers don't want the person holding their hearts to vanish in a blaze. denji's already lost so much in his life and bakugou doesn't ever want to become one of those painful memories, left behind in darkness and blood. he has to prove to him each time that he'll come back. that he has a reason to live, and his name is denji.
he shifts his arm, curving at the elbow as the back of his knuckles skim across the other boy's shirt-covered chest. from abdominal muscles to diaphragm curve to strong pectorals and a dangling cord on his sternum, all the way up to his mouth, where he can gently brush his index finger's side over his boyfriend's lips. as denji draws him closer, he lets the half-devil pull him, moving until they're once more touching in a gentle flush. a hand settles on his back between his wingbones and bakugou turns onto his side, hooking a leg over and around the back of one of his lover's. holding on to guard and protect.] It wasn't just me. I didn't... I couldn't... have done it on my own. Everyone else did their part.
[the one victory bakugou will eternally refuse to take full credit on.]
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even if that means admitting some painful weaknesses from time to time. they talked about that before, right?] Aa. Getting emotional in the middle of a battle's only gonna distract you.
[when said battle is during a war for the survival of your entire nation, you don't have the luxury of fear or despair. you go, hard, fast, strong, forward, until there's nothing left to move. the hero mentality. he'll break himself to train, break himself to save, break himself to grow, break himself to win as many times as he has to. is it too much different from denji? how many times has the half-devil splattered himself during a fight, only to consume and revive and stand up for another go. denji himself wants to be a superhero even back in his own world, without knowing who the hell bakugou was. but their ideas of heroes clashed when they first met. he hopes, when they all go back home, the part of him that stays with denji contains some of that heroic ideal.
he can't fault his boyfriend for those selfish thoughts. parents don't want their kids facing danger. heroes don't want their interns to risk their lives. lovers don't want the person holding their hearts to vanish in a blaze. denji's already lost so much in his life and bakugou doesn't ever want to become one of those painful memories, left behind in darkness and blood. he has to prove to him each time that he'll come back. that he has a reason to live, and his name is denji.
he shifts his arm, curving at the elbow as the back of his knuckles skim across the other boy's shirt-covered chest. from abdominal muscles to diaphragm curve to strong pectorals and a dangling cord on his sternum, all the way up to his mouth, where he can gently brush his index finger's side over his boyfriend's lips. as denji draws him closer, he lets the half-devil pull him, moving until they're once more touching in a gentle flush. a hand settles on his back between his wingbones and bakugou turns onto his side, hooking a leg over and around the back of one of his lover's. holding on to guard and protect.] It wasn't just me. I didn't... I couldn't... have done it on my own. Everyone else did their part.
[the one victory bakugou will eternally refuse to take full credit on.]