[ yes, it's night time. the nude hour. the perfect excuse to get rid of the burden of covering their bodies with fabric because society told them so, yet it doesn't justify bakugou breaking the law by undressing himself. isn't this the number one boyfriend rule? you're not allowed to take off your clothes anymore and must wait for your partner to do it for you? especially when they're in bed and being frisky. denji will have to address this major complaint in a serious discussion tomorrow or later in the night. when he's not trying to get the other boy's attention on him, as he yearns to seek an escape from the thoughts circling his head. it's strange how denji understood that pattern yet didn't know how to stop it. it probably would've been easier to mute it out if the memory of it wasn't so fresh. he can almost taste the air burning, thick with smoke and adrenaline, as if the world itself held its breath between explosions — each blast syncing with the erratic, thunderous rhythm of bakugou’s heart. it's the kind of nightmare that follows you to your wake, and denji wanted nothing more than to shake it off.

fuck, bakugou noticed that little flinch. it was stupid of the half-devil to assume otherwise, given how attentive his boyfriend is and all. his lashes lower as he gets yanked from the hair, meeting those fiery red hues as if he knew what would happen next. despite his inner frustrations with himself, despite knowing he probably won't be able to get rid of horrid visuals, and acknowledging he might need to put some effort into feeling comfortable again with touching those scars, it didn't stop his hormones from reminding him he's still a young man. still starved for physical reassurance, no matter what the circumstances are. ugh, no more overthinking. it's the worst neverending cycle that breeds nothing but shitty feelings. voice it out. be vocal ... he'd rather hear bakugou's voice over those mimics in his head. ]

I'm having the most confused half-boner right now ... [ he scoffed, lips relaxing into a smile, not sorry for saying it this way.] I'm still not over what I've seen, but ... you're too attractive. You're making it hard not to touch you. [ as much as he wanted to show off to his boyfriend that he could get over it, denji couldn't bring himself to brush his fingers over those scars again, knowing he'd end up cowering away. instead, he aims lower, tracing over the loose hem of bakugou's pants, feeling up his bare hip under the fabric. a touch that was more confident and at ease, leaning more into a loving gesture than a lewd one. in denji's book, it's still somewhat innocent even when he had his hand between his lover's thighs while taking his lower lip between those sharp teeth of his. ] Hey ... so ... wanna get on top? [ okay. maybe it wasn't so innocent after all. ]