[typical denji. he can scowl, glare, and grumble, and his boyfriend never fails to respond with his usual tired expression or a dopey smile. as calm as water over fathomable depths. patience born of exhaustion and hope in a strange dichotomy. seeing his eyes roll above his weary little smirk brings a sense of normalcy once more and bakugou drops his head on the pillow with a low exhale. of course he's mad denji didn't sleep. why the hell would he comment about it as his waking statement? kissing, flowers, smiles, those are fine. they aren't what caused these stupid bags under his man's eyes.]
Tell that to your eyebags.
[fingers invade his personal space once more, pinching into his cheeks and squeezing them into a stupid face. a split second before he's able to twist his head and bite him- oy! what the hell?! he's injured and denji's gonna rain sap all over his face?! his arms can barely move, he can't fight back, this bastard's taking advantage of him and being a sappy asshole! making a damn show of it too! ugh... he's not sure if he'd be any wetter if chainsaw man tongue slobbered all over his face. (it's not that wet.) lips peel back in a teeth-baring growl in spite of his back-from-the-dead state. tch, now all that's left is for denji to jump up on him.
luckily there's no attempt at that and he's giving some space. bakugou twitches a finger, wanting to raise his hand and wipe his face, but neither arm wants to work at the moment. made all the more troublesome when denji indicates he wants to climb into bed with him and settle down. fuck! it'd encourage him to finally sleep, but it requires moving!]
Just get in! And don't call me cute! [he will find the strength to wriggle to the side.]
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Tell that to your eyebags.
[fingers invade his personal space once more, pinching into his cheeks and squeezing them into a stupid face. a split second before he's able to twist his head and bite him- oy! what the hell?! he's injured and denji's gonna rain sap all over his face?! his arms can barely move, he can't fight back, this bastard's taking advantage of him and being a sappy asshole! making a damn show of it too! ugh... he's not sure if he'd be any wetter if chainsaw man tongue slobbered all over his face. (it's not that wet.) lips peel back in a teeth-baring growl in spite of his back-from-the-dead state. tch, now all that's left is for denji to jump up on him.
luckily there's no attempt at that and he's giving some space. bakugou twitches a finger, wanting to raise his hand and wipe his face, but neither arm wants to work at the moment. made all the more troublesome when denji indicates he wants to climb into bed with him and settle down. fuck! it'd encourage him to finally sleep, but it requires moving!]
Just get in! And don't call me cute! [he will find the strength to wriggle to the side.]