[he doesn't deny the reality. there's no escaping it. growing up in a fancy house, blessed with a powerful quirk so early, born with an amazing body and mind, with so many opportunities... compared to a dirty urchin in the streets with a debt on his head and living one day at a time with sold body parts and a weak constitution. no, bakugou's never thought their backgrounds were equal. it's their presents he tries to balance out. as denji stands beside him, he focuses on what he sees inside the other boy. no matter the scars and traumas and issues, a good heart with a kind personality and a simple desire for his happy life. who the hell can say such a thing is wrong? katsuki wants to respond to that desire as best he can, because he loves seeing denji smile. they're different, he knows this, and has zero intent on changing the other boy to fit into some mold. guiding him, encouraging him, giving him the options and models he never had in his life, so denji's able to choose for himself later. he still can't bring himself to order his boyfriend to live one way or another. but he can reach out to him and take his hand, both to support him with his presence and to pull him forward into a brighter future. he won't see the man he loves become a devil without a fight.]
Damn right I did. That bastard went out with a boom. [he won't take full credit, but he will smug it up about his part in the fight. some of it was skill, some pure fuck luck, and the rest was shit choice and timing on all for one's part. of course he's going to be fine. this isn't the first time he's had a nightmare. rattle his cage, race his heart, pump his adrenaline, it'll all pass as he returns to his life. his trauma will never leave from any of those horrible experiences. he hates tentacles or gloop restraining him or plugging his mouth, he'll always tense up hard if someone grabs his nape without warning, and his scars will ever be indecisive about how they react to physical touch. but he refuses to be controlled by his trauma. they're nothing more than the millions of parts which make up his life! and he'll choose which of those parts he focuses his life on.
at some point, he'll talk more about it in detail. but not now, not when denji's feeling strains of guilt over something he never should be. completely validated in his own feelings and wants, two facets katsuki works on appreciating even more. tracing his lips' shape, smooth lines rimming his mouth, corners soft and cupid's bow present. a simple touch indicating his presence and denji's importance to him. tucked in close, legs tangling once more under the sheets, ah... there it is. the kiss he knew was only moments away from settling on his finger. gentle and warm. only to trade out for the "bleh" feeling of his soaked shirt getting tugged from his back. bakugou pulls a face at that before resting his forehead to his boyfriend's.] Don't apologize. Heroes... don't let "I'm fine" stop them from caring about someone.
[they stick their noses right in that business and make sure for themselves "i'm fine" truly means "i'm fine." denji wants to be a hero back home? that's one element of bakugou's worlds' heroes. he leans in, nips his boyfriend's lower lip.] Now take this damn shirt off. It's fucking soaked. [gross.]
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Damn right I did. That bastard went out with a boom. [he won't take full credit, but he will smug it up about his part in the fight. some of it was skill, some pure fuck luck, and the rest was shit choice and timing on all for one's part. of course he's going to be fine. this isn't the first time he's had a nightmare. rattle his cage, race his heart, pump his adrenaline, it'll all pass as he returns to his life. his trauma will never leave from any of those horrible experiences. he hates tentacles or gloop restraining him or plugging his mouth, he'll always tense up hard if someone grabs his nape without warning, and his scars will ever be indecisive about how they react to physical touch. but he refuses to be controlled by his trauma. they're nothing more than the millions of parts which make up his life! and he'll choose which of those parts he focuses his life on.
at some point, he'll talk more about it in detail. but not now, not when denji's feeling strains of guilt over something he never should be. completely validated in his own feelings and wants, two facets katsuki works on appreciating even more. tracing his lips' shape, smooth lines rimming his mouth, corners soft and cupid's bow present. a simple touch indicating his presence and denji's importance to him. tucked in close, legs tangling once more under the sheets, ah... there it is. the kiss he knew was only moments away from settling on his finger. gentle and warm. only to trade out for the "bleh" feeling of his soaked shirt getting tugged from his back. bakugou pulls a face at that before resting his forehead to his boyfriend's.] Don't apologize. Heroes... don't let "I'm fine" stop them from caring about someone.
[they stick their noses right in that business and make sure for themselves "i'm fine" truly means "i'm fine." denji wants to be a hero back home? that's one element of bakugou's worlds' heroes. he leans in, nips his boyfriend's lower lip.] Now take this damn shirt off. It's fucking soaked. [gross.]