[ they can skip dinner — only for a few moments, or they can somehow find a way to multitask which is what bakugou had in mind initially. as denji settles into his new spot, a growing pout formed on his face, watching the way his boyfriend turned the skewers with practiced care, still keen to keep cooking when the hug is undoubtedly far more important right now. denji sat still, legs crossed, eyes hollowed by the same silence that pressed heavy against the water. a silence that was loud enough for bakugou to understand their meal can wait a bit, and as soon as his arms started wrapping around him, denji felt his cheeks warm up in anticipation, making himself 'smaller' to fit in more. bakugou soon rested his chin over his shoulder, exhaling, grounding them both. there was no urgency in the way he held him— just a comforting presence of a loved one. safety spoken in the press of his hands against denji’s ribs, in the steady rise and fall of their breathing syncing together.
yeah, that's better. much better ...
the fire crackled louder for a moment, a log shifting, sending a burst of sparks into the sky. they watched them rise and vanish. he'd be content if they stayed like this a bit longer, just being held like this, but he knew they had to talk about what was going on. the disappearance, the rift, the missing outsiders — maybe they can discuss a rescue plan, a way to stay protected by grouping up, but instead, he gets something else. his chest clenched as the words landed; the voice wasn't offering comfort— it almost felt like bakugou was bracing him. preparing him. and suddenly it felt like everything was falling apart. he turned, pulling away from their embrace even when it barely started, and their eyes met. his face was a bit pale, jaw tight. ]
Wait ... Why are you talking like this? [ like you're about to leave. denji was already way ahead in the stress department, and it shows. he twists his body around, reaching out to grab bakugou's hands, holding onto them tightly. ] Nothing is going to happen! You're supposed to tell me that. We're supposed to make a plan to survive this. Right?
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yeah, that's better. much better ...
the fire crackled louder for a moment, a log shifting, sending a burst of sparks into the sky. they watched them rise and vanish. he'd be content if they stayed like this a bit longer, just being held like this, but he knew they had to talk about what was going on. the disappearance, the rift, the missing outsiders — maybe they can discuss a rescue plan, a way to stay protected by grouping up, but instead, he gets something else. his chest clenched as the words landed; the voice wasn't offering comfort— it almost felt like bakugou was bracing him. preparing him. and suddenly it felt like everything was falling apart. he turned, pulling away from their embrace even when it barely started, and their eyes met. his face was a bit pale, jaw tight. ]
Wait ... Why are you talking like this? [ like you're about to leave. denji was already way ahead in the stress department, and it shows. he twists his body around, reaching out to grab bakugou's hands, holding onto them tightly. ] Nothing is going to happen! You're supposed to tell me that. We're supposed to make a plan to survive this. Right?