[there's a reason many heroes in his world either aren't married or keep their relationships a secret. how difficult it must be for those who love heroes to watch the person who means most to them in the world repeatedly leave their side and risk their lives for other people they don't even know. shigaraki's father became embittered towards heroes because his mother gave him up for adoption so she could continue to be a hero. (not knowing she did this to protect him from all for one, who was hunting her down.) would denji eventually feel the same way towards bakugou? would he regret falling in love with a hero who offers his life to the safety of others, even though the person who means the most to bakugou is waiting for him back home... unlike his very human lover, denji doesn't the luxury of knowing his boyfriend can regenerate from fatal damage with some blood. a mortal with an immortal. such relationships are so often doomed in other stories.]

I won't let you have a boring life. [bakugou turns and faces denji as a breeze ripples past them, brushing through their hair and wavering sandy and ashen blonde strands about their heads and eyes.] I want to be the reason you live an amazing life. [it came as a lighthearted joke, but bakugou's determined, despite his softer tone. he really does want to give his boyfriend a happy life, one full of fun and experiences, so much so that when his time comes, denji can look back on his years of existence, and smile, knowing he had a wonderful time. because of that desire, he can't let something as stupid as death make him fail. he won't. bakugou will come back every time, alive and moving, sometimes better than others, but never still. he can't safe denji from his sorrow, fear, anxiety, and more, but he can take his hand each time and pull him up. no matter how sullen, stubborn, or bratty his boyfriend wants to be. and yes, he'll pick his ass up and carry him to the car if he has to... grumbling the entire way, and maybe biting him on the ear or cheek.

teeth ghost across a scar, scraping gentle and present until lightning sizzles up his nerves and his fingers twitch instinctively. teasing, as almost all touches of denji's teeth to his skin are. whether he's biting his neck or shoulder, taking a finger in his mouth, going down on him, nipping at his tongue, or biting his butt, it always feels good. he knows he's biased, admiring the way his tongue and lips wander his hand in so many different places and touches. an amazing guy, who decided for himself he liked him. bakugou never thought much about loving someone else. but look at him now. guess his life still doesn't bother doing whatever he tells it to. good on it. yeah. he knows denji loves him. he doesn't doubt it for a moment. he hopes denji's able to one day trust him in other aspects of his life as much as he trusts bakugou loves him back.]

You're already blushing. [he draws his legs back to give denji room to twist around between his thighs, straightening them out afterwards to get some kinks free from being bent for a while. a kiss given, a kiss returned, leaning in and pressing their lips together amid the setting sun.] We'll do it again soon.

[bakugou pushes himself up beside his boyfriend, catching his hand and using it to pull himself to his feet in the sand. if denji really thinks the blonde would be okay with letting someone else clean up after him, he's got another thing coming. denji helped bring things from the car, set shit up, and make he fire. of course he's not gonna let him tear down alone! the silent question only get a small grunt in response and bakugou does go to the car, though only to unlock it and pop the trunk in preparation for bringing everything back to it. before returning to help denji clean up and pack the rest.]