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KAIJU FIGHT #9
BEYOND THE GATES (KAIJU FIGHT #9.)
ā¶ 001. GATE OF HEROES (FIFTH GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD.)
The Underworld halls and passages abruptly end in a massive cavern, filled with grinding vibrations of high tech engines and many thrusters firing in succession. Hovering in place amid the spacious chamber is a gigantic aerial stronghold primed with energized force fields above a dangerous chasm of pillars. Any Outsider who's spent time with Bakugo might recognize this as his hero academia transformed: U.A. - The Flying Fortress. The gate they need to access lies within.
Those who cannot fly or traverse the air freely must deal with the Pitfall grounds beneath U.A., a grouping of flat-topped spires linked together with ropes, wires, and cables. Trying to navigate them with the thrusters firing above is difficult enough, but some of the pillars are (visibly) booby-trapped with powerful landmines, combustive cursed energy blood, and mechanical explosives alike.
Passing through U.A.'s force field barely grazes the Outsiders who enter, as its goal isn't to keep people out but to utterly strip Outsiders of rift poisoning and debris. Like a purification filter, there will be no signs of rift poisoning within U.A.'s protective walls. Outsiders can take time to rest amid the campus' trees, dorms, pathways, and towering H-shaped school.
Don't rest too long. The sound of machines revving and metal crashing heralds an army of green-plated robots approaching. Red sensor eyes lock onto the Outsiders. U.A.'s fleet of Villain Bots are combat testing robots designed to create battle simulations, and they mean business. Wait, is that a white rabbit hopping around? Yep! Get too close, and they burst into a dark swirl of energy. And those roses blooming in the grass? Approach them and they erupt in a volley of nails.
With the chaff weeded out, the Outsiders can finally approach U.A.'s school proper and the two figures standing atop it. Explosions burst and flare, a threatening display around a hero's hands, while spectral blue flames ignite on a sorcerer's fists.
"Oi, you shitty extras! Making it all this way here just to die? Sucks to be you!"
"Hey, don't forget about me! I made a promise, didn't I?"
One of the Outsiders' strongest tag teams finally takes the stage.
Those who cannot fly or traverse the air freely must deal with the Pitfall grounds beneath U.A., a grouping of flat-topped spires linked together with ropes, wires, and cables. Trying to navigate them with the thrusters firing above is difficult enough, but some of the pillars are (visibly) booby-trapped with powerful landmines, combustive cursed energy blood, and mechanical explosives alike.
Passing through U.A.'s force field barely grazes the Outsiders who enter, as its goal isn't to keep people out but to utterly strip Outsiders of rift poisoning and debris. Like a purification filter, there will be no signs of rift poisoning within U.A.'s protective walls. Outsiders can take time to rest amid the campus' trees, dorms, pathways, and towering H-shaped school.
Don't rest too long. The sound of machines revving and metal crashing heralds an army of green-plated robots approaching. Red sensor eyes lock onto the Outsiders. U.A.'s fleet of Villain Bots are combat testing robots designed to create battle simulations, and they mean business. Wait, is that a white rabbit hopping around? Yep! Get too close, and they burst into a dark swirl of energy. And those roses blooming in the grass? Approach them and they erupt in a volley of nails.
With the chaff weeded out, the Outsiders can finally approach U.A.'s school proper and the two figures standing atop it. Explosions burst and flare, a threatening display around a hero's hands, while spectral blue flames ignite on a sorcerer's fists.
"Oi, you shitty extras! Making it all this way here just to die? Sucks to be you!"
"Hey, don't forget about me! I made a promise, didn't I?"
One of the Outsiders' strongest tag teams finally takes the stage.
ā¶ 002. GATE OF TRUTH (SIXTH GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD.)
Straight to the point, just like its Guardian, it's a short passageway to the next gate. When it opens up to their next trial, the area is brighter and smoother, the floor checker-patterned with black and white stone. It's essentially a huge chess board, and the Outsiders stand on one end of it.
The gate stands just beyond the opposite side, tall and imposing and so close. It looks like it's been carved out of steel with a simple design. In the center, a large hourglass is fixed on a rotator, the sand still at the bottom. It's blue-tinted, paneled, and vaguely familiar to some. The Gallu on the opposite side of the board wear different colored uniforms. Atop the gate is the Duel Blitz, its beam rifle in hand. Perched on its shoulder is Yzak himself, twisting his precious, bone-made black bishop chess piece between his fingers. He leans forward, sharp blue eyes staring the arrivals down as if sizing up prey.
"Come on over, then, if you have the capacity not to bullshit me."
The Gallu disappear.
"You're on a timer, too. So tick-tock, or else..."
He lifts his free hand at the Outsiders in a gun cocking motion, the Duel mirroring with its beam rifle. The hourglass begins to rotate and reset.
It's a simple walk across the floor. Some squares are fine, but others? One of the spirits springs up, grabs an Outsider's throat, and Yzak's voice echoes with a question. Honesty will cause the Gallu to crumble and Yzak will seem to reel mentally, clearly affected. Lie even a little and the Gallu can tell, inflicting something (rift effect/physical/player choice) as a punishment. The answer must be spoken out loud - to the spirit, to Yzak, to those around you.
Admit some hard truths about yourself, and you'll be rewarded by the hourglass turning again, stopping halfway into the rotation to leave an opening, allowing the Outsiders to proceed through the gate and advance.
The gate stands just beyond the opposite side, tall and imposing and so close. It looks like it's been carved out of steel with a simple design. In the center, a large hourglass is fixed on a rotator, the sand still at the bottom. It's blue-tinted, paneled, and vaguely familiar to some. The Gallu on the opposite side of the board wear different colored uniforms. Atop the gate is the Duel Blitz, its beam rifle in hand. Perched on its shoulder is Yzak himself, twisting his precious, bone-made black bishop chess piece between his fingers. He leans forward, sharp blue eyes staring the arrivals down as if sizing up prey.
"Come on over, then, if you have the capacity not to bullshit me."
The Gallu disappear.
"You're on a timer, too. So tick-tock, or else..."
He lifts his free hand at the Outsiders in a gun cocking motion, the Duel mirroring with its beam rifle. The hourglass begins to rotate and reset.
It's a simple walk across the floor. Some squares are fine, but others? One of the spirits springs up, grabs an Outsider's throat, and Yzak's voice echoes with a question. Honesty will cause the Gallu to crumble and Yzak will seem to reel mentally, clearly affected. Lie even a little and the Gallu can tell, inflicting something (rift effect/physical/player choice) as a punishment. The answer must be spoken out loud - to the spirit, to Yzak, to those around you.
Admit some hard truths about yourself, and you'll be rewarded by the hourglass turning again, stopping halfway into the rotation to leave an opening, allowing the Outsiders to proceed through the gate and advance.
ā¶ 003. GATE OF BOUNDARIES (SEVENTH GATE OF THE UNDERWORLD.)
(cw: suicide)
An unassuming and quaint hospital sits in your view. But it's quiet. Empty. There are no Cars and no personages on this solitary lot besides you. Should you choose to enter the double doOrs, the halls are just as still. It's as though everyone got up and left their stations exactly as they are.
This was not a drill.
Wander the rooms and you might run into your fellow "OUtsiders". You might run into a dead end. Travel up the floors and back down again. The longer you stay, the more youR nerves may fray. Look back whence the way you came and the door to the outside is gone, there's no escape.
Enjoy your sTay.
Wander and wander, wander and ponder, the flutter of a butterfly's wings over Yonder. The steady ticking of a nearby clock. The echo of your steps while you walk. For all the rooms and all the corners you might search, there's only one place that this gAtekeeper might find heR perch.
Once you riDdle out your destination, our cheerful winged friends become an infestation. Barring your path at every opportunity, poisoning your blight at a touch, from which even your gods have no immunity. The only remedy sits upon her gate—strange tail swishing, tears streaking, fangs bared, and inconsolable as of late.
"We HĢ“Ķ Ģ¢ave to diEĢµĢ½Ģ," she sighs, hoarse and cracked from an eternal cry. "It's the onLĢ“ĶĢy way. PĢµĶĶlease, let MĢ“ĢĢ¹EĢ“Ģ¾Ģ© kill you."
In a ruined white night gown, she drops from her gate and lands on all fours, succumbing to the intertwined fate. The whites of her eyes a luminescent yellow, voice shifting into a strange and distorted bellow.
With a lunge, red in her eyes, this battle for humanity has begun.
An unassuming and quaint hospital sits in your view. But it's quiet. Empty. There are no Cars and no personages on this solitary lot besides you. Should you choose to enter the double doOrs, the halls are just as still. It's as though everyone got up and left their stations exactly as they are.
This was not a drill.
Wander the rooms and you might run into your fellow "OUtsiders". You might run into a dead end. Travel up the floors and back down again. The longer you stay, the more youR nerves may fray. Look back whence the way you came and the door to the outside is gone, there's no escape.
Enjoy your sTay.
Wander and wander, wander and ponder, the flutter of a butterfly's wings over Yonder. The steady ticking of a nearby clock. The echo of your steps while you walk. For all the rooms and all the corners you might search, there's only one place that this gAtekeeper might find heR perch.
Once you riDdle out your destination, our cheerful winged friends become an infestation. Barring your path at every opportunity, poisoning your blight at a touch, from which even your gods have no immunity. The only remedy sits upon her gate—strange tail swishing, tears streaking, fangs bared, and inconsolable as of late.
"We HĢ“Ķ Ģ¢ave to diEĢµĢ½Ģ," she sighs, hoarse and cracked from an eternal cry. "It's the onLĢ“ĶĢy way. PĢµĶĶlease, let MĢ“ĢĢ¹EĢ“Ģ¾Ģ© kill you."
In a ruined white night gown, she drops from her gate and lands on all fours, succumbing to the intertwined fate. The whites of her eyes a luminescent yellow, voice shifting into a strange and distorted bellow.
With a lunge, red in her eyes, this battle for humanity has begun.
ā¶ 004. THE ABYSS (KAIJU BATTLE.)
Upon reaching the depths of Kƻr, outsiders are greeted by an empty seat made of rocks, ruined columns, and the rift where the waters of the abyss should be. Ereshkigal is already transformed and towering above the rift. Her voice is deeper than usual, colder and distant.
āI commend you for having come so far. But there is no hope for humanity. I shall put an end to your foolish hopes and keep your souls safe forevermore!ā
As seven ethereal spears appear around the corrupted goddess and shoot at the outsiders, Rin and Lucy open up the offensive — all while trying to call out to Ereshkigalās true nature. They are not alone in doing so, a number of other outsiders following them. Indeed, Hunter tries and reminds her that people care for her. It causes Ereshkigal to hesitate, allowing Kaga, Kadaj, Raleigh and Donatello to attack her.
Following sage advice, Archer takes a shot at praising Ereshkigal, which leaves her very confused — helping Yato who takes advantage of the opening to deal heavy damage. Aki summons a blizzard of cherry blossoms that lasts for the entire battle, lowering visibility. Ereshkigal is taken aback, her next attack missing Raidou as a result. Unfortunately, it also causes Asagami, Laios and Vergilius to miss some of their attacks. Furthermore, Vash, who has been corrupted, tries to stop his own comrades!
As the assault continues with Nanami, Leonardo and Yesod, Akakagiās paper shikigami leave the goddess burned, allowing for Murasama and Yuta to deal even more damage. And seeing how the praise worked once, Dearka and Gilgamesh do it again, but with a twist: they also insult her! This creates enough of an opening for Cagalli, Shinn, Harusama and Aventurine to attack. Tezcatlipocaās and Danteās words manage to get her to hesitate further, allowing Hunter to land a critical hit.
The battle takes its toll on the corrupted goddess and Outsiders alike, but suddenly a giant ethereal spear forms in her skeletal hand, twice her size and crackling with energy: her Noble Phantasm. She aims it at Geto, the blow shaking the foundation of the Underworld itself as she strikes. Anyone standing around him will be wounded or knocked out.
Ereshkigal pulls the spear back and prepares to pierce Taryon this time — but as he speaks and even apologizes for his perceived misdeed in allowing this to happen, the skeletal enemy freezes. After a moment of silence, the gigantic spear vanishes and Ereshkigalās beastly form explodes. The rift vanishes, revealing the dark waters of the abyss beneath it. Outsiders with good eyes may see Ereshkigal has returned to her normal form — unconscious, bloodied, yet no longer corrupted. Though she fell into the waters of the abyss, someone has leapt after her. But that is likely to be the least of anyoneās concerns for the ground starts trembling...
āI commend you for having come so far. But there is no hope for humanity. I shall put an end to your foolish hopes and keep your souls safe forevermore!ā
ā ā ā MONSTER DEBRIEF SHEET
NAME: Ereshkigal
HEIGHT: 20m
WEIGHT: ???
CLASS: Evil of Humanity | Beast: Null
LOCATION: Underworld - The Abyss
ABILITIES: Can lower the atmospheric pressure. She must be quickly defeated or else the atmosphere may become unsuitable for life. She can materialize ethereal spears and attack multiple targets at once. She is capable of unleashing her Noble Phantasm - an unblockable attack directed at a small area. She can control the ground to trap or separate Outsiders and weaken their offensive abilities.
WEAKNESSES: She can become stunned or confused briefly under the following conditions: Being complimented or praised. Being reminded of her true self.
Mocking and insulting her may cause her to attack prematurely, resulting in a miss. However, her following attack will be more powerful.
EXTRA NOTES: Those already suffering from Rift poisoning and effects are warned to be careful in case effects worsen.
RIFT EFFECTS: Corruption, Sumerian Fever
ā ā ā ATTACHED PHOTO:
As seven ethereal spears appear around the corrupted goddess and shoot at the outsiders, Rin and Lucy open up the offensive — all while trying to call out to Ereshkigalās true nature. They are not alone in doing so, a number of other outsiders following them. Indeed, Hunter tries and reminds her that people care for her. It causes Ereshkigal to hesitate, allowing Kaga, Kadaj, Raleigh and Donatello to attack her.
Following sage advice, Archer takes a shot at praising Ereshkigal, which leaves her very confused — helping Yato who takes advantage of the opening to deal heavy damage. Aki summons a blizzard of cherry blossoms that lasts for the entire battle, lowering visibility. Ereshkigal is taken aback, her next attack missing Raidou as a result. Unfortunately, it also causes Asagami, Laios and Vergilius to miss some of their attacks. Furthermore, Vash, who has been corrupted, tries to stop his own comrades!
As the assault continues with Nanami, Leonardo and Yesod, Akakagiās paper shikigami leave the goddess burned, allowing for Murasama and Yuta to deal even more damage. And seeing how the praise worked once, Dearka and Gilgamesh do it again, but with a twist: they also insult her! This creates enough of an opening for Cagalli, Shinn, Harusama and Aventurine to attack. Tezcatlipocaās and Danteās words manage to get her to hesitate further, allowing Hunter to land a critical hit.
The battle takes its toll on the corrupted goddess and Outsiders alike, but suddenly a giant ethereal spear forms in her skeletal hand, twice her size and crackling with energy: her Noble Phantasm. She aims it at Geto, the blow shaking the foundation of the Underworld itself as she strikes. Anyone standing around him will be wounded or knocked out.
Ereshkigal pulls the spear back and prepares to pierce Taryon this time — but as he speaks and even apologizes for his perceived misdeed in allowing this to happen, the skeletal enemy freezes. After a moment of silence, the gigantic spear vanishes and Ereshkigalās beastly form explodes. The rift vanishes, revealing the dark waters of the abyss beneath it. Outsiders with good eyes may see Ereshkigal has returned to her normal form — unconscious, bloodied, yet no longer corrupted. Though she fell into the waters of the abyss, someone has leapt after her. But that is likely to be the least of anyoneās concerns for the ground starts trembling...
ā¶ 005. ESCAPE FROM THE UNDERWORLD.
With the riftās disappearance, the Sumerian Fever immediately ceases, though its after-effects may still be felt. Likewise the corruption no longer spreads, even though it may still take a while (or a good beating) for its effects to dissipate. Perhaps more importantly, the trembling intensifies, an earthquake rocking the entire Underworld and causing it to collapse!
Held together with magic from another world, there is nothing left to sustain it. First the cage with the souls disappear, followed by all the GallĆ» Spirits. Be careful not to miss a step while running back to the surface, or you may plummet and fall into the abyss. Collapsing platforms and paths may require jumping or finding creative ways to pass over them. Itās a bit of a rocky exit, especially while carrying the wounded and formerly corrupted outsiders, but it could be worseā¦
ā¦ Will it be worse?
On the way out, a collapsed wall reveals a previously unexplored room filled with all sorts of gems: emeralds, sapphires, diamonds and the like. Should anyone be tempted to take one (or more) of those gems, two ghouls will appear, each holding a clay tablet upon which the words āUSELESS GODDESSā are inscribed. The entities cackle and — oh, dear! The room starts collapsing on itself, better leave it immediately! And — wait, why is there a giant boulder rolling towards you now? Run! Are those arrows flying from the wall and lightning bolts striking the ground?
The escape has become a veritable adventure! Such is the fate of anyone activating the trap that was meant for this elusive āuseless goddessā Ereshkigal had been preparing for. And it is also the fate of everyone else really, since the trap doesnāt differentiate between thieves and innocent passersby just trying to escape impending doom.
Held together with magic from another world, there is nothing left to sustain it. First the cage with the souls disappear, followed by all the GallĆ» Spirits. Be careful not to miss a step while running back to the surface, or you may plummet and fall into the abyss. Collapsing platforms and paths may require jumping or finding creative ways to pass over them. Itās a bit of a rocky exit, especially while carrying the wounded and formerly corrupted outsiders, but it could be worseā¦
ā¦ Will it be worse?
On the way out, a collapsed wall reveals a previously unexplored room filled with all sorts of gems: emeralds, sapphires, diamonds and the like. Should anyone be tempted to take one (or more) of those gems, two ghouls will appear, each holding a clay tablet upon which the words āUSELESS GODDESSā are inscribed. The entities cackle and — oh, dear! The room starts collapsing on itself, better leave it immediately! And — wait, why is there a giant boulder rolling towards you now? Run! Are those arrows flying from the wall and lightning bolts striking the ground?
The escape has become a veritable adventure! Such is the fate of anyone activating the trap that was meant for this elusive āuseless goddessā Ereshkigal had been preparing for. And it is also the fate of everyone else really, since the trap doesnāt differentiate between thieves and innocent passersby just trying to escape impending doom.
ā¶ 006. AFTERMATH.
Dr. Masuda is waiting at the exit. Mere moments after the last Outsider has escaped, the tunnel crumbles and the path to the Underworld is forever sealed. Analysis tools reveal the inside of the cave has returned to the way it was before — as if the Underworld had never existed. However, any gems grabbed on the way out can be kept. The sole physical reminders of this adventure. That and any wounds that have been sustained, of course.
All of the disappeared Outsiders have been rescued and are (mostly) well, the corruption is gone and the Sumerian Fever is a distant memory. Communication has been reestablished with LILITH headquarters, and there is confirmation the staff is slowly recovering from this ordeal.
While Outsiders may be expecting a congratulations from the Commander, their oculars are oddly quiet as they had back to base. However, seemingly out of nowhere, SYNTHIA delivers a sudden message:
All of the disappeared Outsiders have been rescued and are (mostly) well, the corruption is gone and the Sumerian Fever is a distant memory. Communication has been reestablished with LILITH headquarters, and there is confirmation the staff is slowly recovering from this ordeal.
While Outsiders may be expecting a congratulations from the Commander, their oculars are oddly quiet as they had back to base. However, seemingly out of nowhere, SYNTHIA delivers a sudden message:
"Hello, my dear children. It is my misfortune to deliver to you all this message;
Commander Shiro has passed away. Captain Yamakawa will be taking the position of Commander with a heavy heart."
ā¶ 005. AFTERWORD.
This is Kaiju Fight #9 and the conclusion of a player plot hosted by Melodie. Thanks for everyone involved in this event! All comments in this event count for 2 points towards June AC. If you have any further questions, feel free to ask them below.
EVENT BREAKDOWN/RECAP (CLICK TO EXPAND)
1. GATE OF HEROES: Bakugou & Yuji's gate, which consists of booby traps, pitfalls, villain robots and the corrupted teen tag team themselves, proves for a challenge to Outsiders.
2. GATE OF TRUTH: Yzak's gate is quite different, asking Outsiders a handful of questions (player's choice) that must be answered honestly to proceed.
3. GATE OF BOUNDARIES: Solve the riddle and fight the fight.
4. THE ABYSS: The results in full detail of Ereshkigal's battle.
5. ESCAPE FROM THE UNDERWORLD: An earthquake shatters the Underworld, and Outsiders must escape through an array of booby traps, ceasing opportunity to take some gems. The corruption and illness are beginning to fade away entirely.
6. AFTERMATH: The Outsiders make way back to Neo Tokyo, only to receive news that Commander Shiro has died.
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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.]
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If you're worried about me, say it.
[ he then wipes at bakugouās face with the edge of his sleeve, a crooked little smirk tugging at his lips as he cleans off the trail of uninvited kisses he'd left behind. heās not sorry, not even a little. if anything, thereās something amused and fond in the way he keeps swiping at a spot heās already cleared, like he wants to savor the aftermath of the disarray he caused. when he's done, he pulls back a little, eyes tracking bakugouās slow movements. it takes effort for that boy to shift, his body stiff and pained, wrapped in gauze and dotted with bruises. stubborn as always, but denji didn't intervene, ready to jump in if it gets too much, if a wound tears, or if the other falters. bakugou did end up finishing the task, leaving a narrow space on the mattress. denji climbs in carefully, moving with the kind of quiet gentleness that doesnāt match previous times when he gets this type of invite, often he would jump in like a hooligan, but not today. he folds himself into the space beside bakugou, limbs curling inward, one arm loosely draped over his own waist. the bed creaks under the extra weight, cramped a bit, yet he finds a way to make it work. his eyes flutter shut, his body sinking into the warmth beside him. his face is a mess of exhaustionā eyelids heavy, lips parted slightly, hair in tangled loops.
oh yeah, this feels goooooood. ]
... I didn't call you cute. I called your butt cute. [ facts. ]
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Tch. [doesn't his attention to denji's current appearance and state already convey that?! a small wince crimps at his face, head twitching slightly, in response to the half-devil dabbing his face with his sleeve. seriously. couldn't have gotten a paper towel wet at the sink and used that instead? he's smearing it! and kinda wiping it, but still smearing.] Are you trying to rub a hole in my face? [that's the third time he's gone over that spot! bakugou can't even wriggle his way out of reach either, ultimately halted by a metal guardrail to keep him locked in the bed. smart nurses...
yeah, how about you not dive into the bed like a shark, denji. settling under his sheets, head half on his dual pillows, bakugo watches his boyfriend climb over his bed railing like a doting thief and drop butt-first into the bedding. not the first time he's reminded of his boyfriend's half-a-foot height difference and broader shoulders. as if such a stretch has prevented them from sharing a bed before. though a hospital bed's different from a normal bedroom bed. bakugo tenses when he hears the bed creak. shit, don't drop the damn thing! makeshift medical camp here, denji! this isn't a solid wood piece known for sturdiness! ... okay, he can move again. settling beside him and tucking in close where it's warm and he feels his boyfriend's breath and heartbeat.]
Your sleep deprivation's talking. [bakugo curls his left arm, muscles bunching and bones gliding, to notch his index finger under a few fringes of messy sandy blonde and brush tender strokes along his brow. hoping to lull him into sleep soon enough. denji's exhausted, loyalty and care taxing him to such a state. he turns his head, finds his jaw with his mouth.] Go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere.
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denji didnāt move as bakugouās fingers brushed slow and gentle across his brow, skimming under the mess of his bangs with a soothing touch. itās the kind of closeness they hadnāt had since the kidnapping. his breathing hitched once, and then it eased out of him with the heaviness of something being lifted off his chest. he let his body go lax against the bed, against the body at his side, sinking further into the space they made between each other. the slope of his forehead pressed gently into the side of bakugouās head, half draped across the injured boyās unbandaged side. for the first time in what felt like forever, the knots in his shoulders began to loosen. his eyelids slipped shut and then came silence, nothing more than the muted beeps of machines and the distant footsteps of medics filled the air as denji fully slipped beneath the surface. he couldn't even give bakugou an answer, or utter a single word. "i'm not going anywhere" ... that's all he needed to hear to finally let go. his body finally cashed in the debt of every hour heād stayed awake for their arrival to iraq; like whatever had been holding him together this whole time finally snapped, and the only thing keeping him from crumbling was this very spot, this warmth, these arms close by.
hours had passed, and he didnāt stir once. not when the door opened, not when the nurses came in and checked on bakugou, muttering low between themselves as they swapped IV lines, smoothed out wires, and rewrapped bloodstained gauze. bakugou likely had to dismiss any advice of asking denji to leave so he could rest, even when the bed isn't made to handle the extra weight. whether that conversation happened or not, or if the hero had any visitors through the rest of the day, it didn't change the fact denji slept through all of it. time dragged on, evening turned into night, only when the moon was high and the lights dimmed did he shift. a subtle twitch of a leg beneath the blankets. a small wrinkle in his brow and then his breathing tensed, shallowed for a moment. whatever dream he was having didnāt sit right.
he shifted again, slower this time. the kind of half-sleep that still held him underwater but gave him just enough air to breathe. he turned his head, heavily groggy and dazed. his eyes cracked open to the quiet, barely lit room. blinking sluggishly, he scanned the ceiling, then the dim outline of machines, trying to orient himself. still somewhere between dreams and waking. his gaze dropped, and he found the boy next to him.
bakugou is still there. still breathing. he's alive ... it's okay. his throat felt dry, his tone was terribly raspy. ] ... w-what time is it?
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repeated now as he rests beside his boyfriend's exhausted figure. who knows how many hours coiled into a day or two since denji was able to sleep. so much time spent guarding bakugou's recovery with no regard to his own. it's his turn now. let him rest, let him drape, let him cling, breathe, sleep, heal. he's got enough strength for this. denji doesn't need to hold onto those ropes and cords anymore. he's able to open his hand and slip safely to the ground. catching him and promising him respite.
doors opened, conversation came, furrowed brows of confusion or mild vexation at seeing his hospital bed shared with someone who certainly didn't "need" the room. they could've brought a cot or futon in here? shut up. he's not in any danger if denji sleeps beside him. even if he has to wriggle a bit to give them access to iv stints and bandage ends. difficult, yet they manage. able to do so without putting any undue further weight on the bed. luckily denji slept through all of it. straight to the night.
material scuffed on dragging hair, heralding his motions as denji turns his head, all sleep-mussed and waking from his rest. muscles pull, tendons strain, all for the sake of something so simple as lifting in his head enough to turn his eyes one way or another. figuring out where he is once more. bakugou remains on his back beside him, a projected screen hovering in front of his face with words floating on white. reading in his rest. once he realizes denji's awake rather than moving in his sleep, he dismisses the screen. an iv tube drags across the sheets as he reaches to the side, finger finding a packet of water with a straw stuck in it. specifically for this moment here. when someone's smacking his lips like a desert's baked in his mouth. he promptly sticks the straw in denji's mouth.] late. shut up and drink this.
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... oh, bakugou's offering him water.
denji's mouth twitches, not yet smiling, but the gratitude is evident. he tries to lean forward, just enough to catch the straw, but misses. his lips brush the side of it aaaand ... he missed again. he exhales a weak puff of air, brows faintly scrunching. the straw devil is mocking him, huh? damnit. again, he tries, as he lifts himself a little with his elbow, wasted beyond measure. this time, it's a win, and he caught the pesky little fiend. content with his victory, he suckles slowly. god, as the cool water slides down his raw throat, denji's eyes flutter closed at the relief. his head lolls back as he finishes, letting the straw fall from his lips. yeah, he drank the entire thing like a fucking whale. ]
... thanks. [ he exhales softly, shoulders easing against the bed, the tension peeling off of him. he allows himself to sink into the warmth at his side, shoulder brushing against bakugouās arm as his breathing evens out. he's sobering up, finally looking at the time, and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. he knew his boyfriend had some company, and he had to deal with the snoring mass next to his side the entire time. that's kinda hilarious. he rubbed at his eyes before he shifted closer, carefully rolling his body to the side so he could face the other. ] ... did you get any sleep?
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and leaves behind nothing more than a desiccated juicy-drink package. bakugou swings his arm back, half rolling onto his shoulder blade, and deposits it to the bedside stand. more comfortable now. tempted to pinch his nose for snore attempt stoppage throughout the rest; alas, he cared too much and instead had to deal with wrestling with earplugs or not. at least denji's not a chainsaw in his sleep. he'd have met infamous nasal strips by now if he were. bakugou settles onto his back, one arm draped across his chest to denji can have more room to squish into his side and throw his own arm over. he knows you want to.] I've been sleeping for a fucking day and a half.
[he got plenty.]
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eventually, he spits it out. too tired to overthink or try to 'read the room'. all the other outsiders are probably spitting confessions or being an emotional wreck as well. which is valid, after every-fucking-thing they've been through. ] I went to see Ereshkigal a few hours ago. She was crying. She's taking it hard ... [ a safe start, better than 'I'm sorry' - that one would probably piss off bakugou more than anything else. he glanced up at him, expression weary but honest. ] ... she probably thinks you hate her.
[ which is not true, but it's something he felt bakugou should hear whenever he gets to talk to the goddess in the future. he won't dictate how his boyfriend handles it, since he's entitled to his own feelings in this one, but maybe he's subtly hoping he won't go too hard on her. his eyes, half-lidded, dull with the kind of exhaustion that isnāt fixed by sleep. lids flutter now and then like he's fighting against the pull of rest, but the weight behind his stare doesnāt move. it lingers on bakugouās chest rising and falling with each steady breath, on the bruises covering his skin, on a knuckle still scraped raw. he can see one of the few minor cuts from his chain, now covered in bandages and healing, not too deep to leave a scar - which was his intent back then. the fact the underworld version of him was confident that he wouldn't hurt him is still ... shocking to denji. why couldn't he feel this way when he's normal? ]
We should talk about what happened ... [ a pause. ] Uh, not right now? since you're recovering ... but let me know when you're ready. Deal?
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yeah, he doesn't miss his yawn. could've slept longer is written all over his boyfriend's face. tired crimping eye corners, smacking lips over water-washed tongue, bleary irises behind rubbing knuckles. denji can either go back to sleep soon or get smacked on the head to encourage his slumber. talking about someone else isn't on katsuki's list of things to do right now. shit reality being too awake for a crash and his boyfriend's not taking his cue to return to dreamland.
bringing up ereshkigal instantly draws his brows in a furrow and his lips twitch in quiet snarl. didn't need to be reminded of their problem source, even if he appreciates the update. not for reasons denji expects, as he quickly proves.]]
She fucking should. She and the rest of us should be in solitary confinement until we're cleared of any fucking rift poisoning. [how the hell do any of them know she won't suddenly regress into her genocidal bitch mode at any given moment?! if lonely + sad were what drove her to this, she's sitting in her room being BOTH of those all over again with the fucking underworld-- collapsed as it is --only a few miles from their location! more than close enough for radiation!
does he hate her? no. is he wary as fuck about her and angry? hell yes! he'll have words whenever he meets with her again, but bitching at lilith techs for leaving the previously-corrupted outsiders, himself included, out and about with no knowledge of whether they're a risk or not is fucking stupid!]
What the hell's there to talk about? I got fucking brainwashed and almost helped some rampaging killer bitch murder the world! You stopped me, the Outsiders handled the rest, now we're recovering.
[cut and fucking dry.]
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-until he isnāt anymore.
it shifts when bakugou brushes him off. something small flickers in denjiās eyes, a twitch of a muscle near his jaw. then heās sitting up, slowly, like something heavy pressed against his chest, and heās done pretending it isnāt there. the blanket slips down his torso, pooling at his hips. he doesnāt reach for it. he just sits there, spine straight, shoulders tense and still. he stares down at his own hands, not with heat, but something colder. the kind of anger that burns under the skin, and this might be the hero's first time seeing denji genuinely ... upset. his brows draw into a scowl, one that is honest yet oddly not malicious. it's the type of reaction of someone who didn't have the energy to act like that didn't fucking hurt. even so, denji stayed quiet, not because he didn't know what to say, but because he knew speaking out of anger with someone he cares about isn't the right approach. his intent is not to hurt; instead, he wishes for the other to understand, to listen. to see what others are seeing. ]
... We'll talk when you recover.
[ emotions are still running high, bakugou is probably not feeling the best right now, it's fine. it might be his fault for bringing it up at this moment, when it's still so fresh, yet it doesn't mean he wants to amuse their little habit of dismissing things. he sighs, more of a huff, the need for sleep is gone. vanished like smoke. he pushed himself out of the bed, unbothered with his wrinkled clothes and messy hair. ]
I'm starved ... I'll sneak in some food. What do you feel like eating?
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no surprise as his boyfriend rises from his place beside him, a husk of sheets falling around his waist as their once-mutual warmth peels apart in separating mist. bakugou's aware of it the second his words left his lips, a burning whiplash on his skin. gone and flown, unable to catch them in his hand and pull back. angry. denji's angry and upset. a rare event he's only seen once or twice in the entire year and a half they've been together. instant clash erupts within his stomach, teeth setting hard behind his cheeks and jaws. cold regret and bitterness sweep in from one side, baring claws and fangs. hot anger and resolution rise up from the other, bracing for impact with flexed sinew. his human side wants to immediately apologize and call out to the man he hurt, but his pride recoils at having his privacy and emotional injuries so suddenly punched into.
denji didn't mean anything negative by it, he knows this, and yet... defensive instinct erupted to protect himself. if denji wanted to see what he saw and to understand his feelings, no one promised such a gentle gesture of kindness was immune to running headlong into a wall of spikes. but... he's not blind or dumb behind that way. and this time--]
...All right. [--he doesn't deflect him. reining his emotions in via taut neck cords and beating heart.] I...
[how do you tell the man you loved you could have killed him? no, he can't, he won't, dismiss talking about it. they'll need to. painful as it is. but later. when he's had some time to parse through everything. denji slides from the bed and bakugou almost follows him, until his iv drip tugs in his skin in a sharp, painful reminder he's tethered. shit. a silent, hard exhale slips past his lips as he drops his head on the pillow.]
Water and rice. [he doesn't feel like eating at all. but he will if it'll somewhat make up for biting denji a moment ago.]
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Got it. If you change your mind, text me. I'll be back ...
[ with that, he slips on his shoes, shoulders hunched, and walks out of the hospital room. the night's breeze is quick to lighten the mood, just a bit. the city glows with neon shine as denji walks with his hands in his pockets, shoulders still sagging under the invisible weight. he finds a small place tucked between two taller buildings, seemingly modest and quiet, very homey. the smell pulls him in and he decides to order a sesame soba noodles for himself, and a plain side of white rice with bottled water for bakugou. the walk back is slower. the warmth of the food seeps through the thin plastic bags, brushing his fingertips. by the time he makes it back to the hospital, the weight in his chest hasnāt lifted, but itās settled. denji slips back into the hospital room with barely a sound, the door easing shut behind him with a soft click, plastic bags swaying gently from his fingers.
he heads straight for the small table near the window, the only surface clear enough to use. the cityās neon still bleeds faintly through the blinds, painting soft stripes of color across the room. ] Found a new spot. Let's see if it's good ... [ he starts unpacking the food, noodle container first, sets it aside for himself. then the side of white rice. the bottled water. he turns finally, food in hand, and walks over to bakugou with his share. ] Though, it would be really hard to mess up something as simple as rice ...
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they're not even here and their memories approach his mind as vestiges, full of disappointed silent chiding. he'd only been trying to help... even made a point of preemptively postponing the conversation out of respect and care for bakugo's current feelings. he'd reacted with defensive instinct, bristling under the very idea of revisiting his humiliating kidnapping and brainwashing. even now, despite his shame, disgust snarls into his guts, hating himself for his weakness, mistakes, and actions. impossible not to feel annoyance over denji wanting to discuss all of that. impossible not to feel contrite over dismissing his boyfriend's concern. and after they promised to do better with talking things out.
a soft clack of metal slipping from its frame draws his attention, mind so busy with thoughts time vanished in a blink. denji's back? felt as if he'd left a second ago. enough he momentarily thinks the half-devil forgot something. warm scents of food prove him wrong and catch his mind up with minutes. denji's profile stands slatted with faded pastel neon, molding to wrinkled clothing, broad shoulders, twin lines of pink following cheekbone contours and tousled bangs. carrying a burden he can't see, yet knows is there. as he brings his food and presence to his side, bakugou reaches to his bed's barrier railing, unlocks it, and the metal slides down with an oiled breath, giving denji free access to sit on the bed easier this time.]
You'd be surprised what people can fuck up. [himself included.]
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denji watches the way bakugou reaches over, the soft clack of the bedās railing folding down catching his attention more than it should. ah, he wasnāt planning to sit there, honestly. the chair was fine as he didnāt want to risk sloshing broth all over sterile sheets or his boyfriend. but seeing bakugou make space anyway made him question his initial thought. it'd feel wrong to reject the gesture, might come off as him being bitter over careful, even when that's not the case. so, he waits for bakugou to accept his meal before he grabs his share of their late dinner, slipping his shoes off with lazy toes. the floor is cold under his socks, he then climbs onto the bed slowly, balancing the meal like his life depends on it, careful not to tilt it. the mattress dips under his weight, another reminder it's not built to accommodate two bodies, and finally eases into the narrow corner bakugou left for him.
once heās there, settled, he pops the chopsticks apart and gives the noodles a slow stir, steam rising to cloud his tired face. ] They'd need to shut down their place if they can't handle a bowl of rice ... [ he lifts the noodles, chopsticks pinched just right, and brings them to his mouth with slow care. no slurping, no rushing, just a quiet bite. the broth clings warm to the strands, and the first taste settles on his tongue like a sigh. fuck, itās good. surprisingly good. the seasoning is just right, salty and rich, the kind of comfort that sneaks up on you after a long day. he chews slowly, mindful not to spill anything on the sheets. he covers his mouth with the back of his fingers as he speaks. ] My choice is super. If you ever feel like having a proper meal, I'll share it with you.
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he knew his boyfriend would have some misgivings about getting close to him again after the eruption previously. whether out of comfort or spacing. bakugou's the one who reaches out this time and makes the offer open without confusion or question. denji needs to know he's wanted. if he opted not to, he wouldn't be fussed at. trading the bed railing for his food, he takes the bowl and settles it on a pillow topping his lap. there's a food tray nearby, but he's not gonna get out of bed to grab it, or ask denji to get it for him. this is fine. while his boyfriend climbs carefully into bed, bakugou lifts his hand, ready to either steady his back and shoulder with a catch, or snag his food from the air should it start to wobble too dangerously. another creak from the bed frame in reminder, but looks like it's going to be fine.
bakugou sits beside him at a more perpendicular angle until denji settles in line. he snaps his own chopsticks apart and begins quietly picking at the rice. bland, steaming, present. it should go down with the water without making an encore appearance later. rejecting his boyfriend's care again... he couldn't do it twice in quick succession.]
Some people don't quit even if they fail. [on the one hand, a positive stubbornness, determined to continue over and over until they succeed. on the other hand, a completely stupid idiot who can't make improvements and keeps on messing up rather than turning their energy to something more productive. a few white grains captured between his wooden utensil ends vanish past his lips. hardly has a flavor. no salt, no seasoning, a simple existence. plain.] Take me to it once I'm out of this place.
[they can share a giant bowl.]
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a second later, as denji chewed and tilted his head, he shifted his gaze sideways, staring as bakugou sat stiff-backed against the pillows, a small container of plain rice balanced on his lap, chopsticks hovering in the air like they werenāt entirely sure where to land. denji watched him poke at the grains, lifting a small bite to his mouth before setting it down again. the rice stayed mostly untouched, as if he was just holding it to fill the space. ah, he considered saying something. maybe a quiet reminder that bakugou didnāt need to force it, not for his sakeā but the thought melted somewhere between his next bite and the weight of the aftermath of their last mission. instead, he nudged a noodle through the sauce and kept eating, letting the quiet stretch around them a bit longer before he confessed- ]
... Some people want to quit but don't have a choice. [ another perspective to consider. denji thinks it's a luxury to have a choice, and no time in this city will change his mind or make him forget such a blessing. but, if they're talking about this specific local spot, judging from his share ā the owner knows how to fucking cook. he glanced at the other boy, properly this time, half chewing through his words softly. ] I will. When your appetite is back. [ it could be the medications he's on, or generally feeling like shit after everything, but it's common not to feel too invested in a heavy meal after a traumatic event. he's not worried. denji glanced again, this time catching the small speck of rice clinging just near the corner of bakugouās mouth. he blinked slowly, chewing on a noodle strand before setting his container aside for a moment, fingers brushing against the crumpled, clean napkin shoved with their packaging.
denji leaned in, arm stretching just enough to reach, and with a gentle drag of the soft tissue, he swept the grain away. ]
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You always have a choice. [even if insanity itself cups alternatives in bony twisted fingers. fight or die. a classic example of not having a choice. yet the choice is there in its presentation. of course he's not gonna suggest someone die as an alternative to whatever they're going through! but saying they have no choice is bullshit. he knows little of denji's past, yet even this unknown can't shake his opinion of a choice resting in his boyfriend's life. they'll have to discuss it later. maybe.]
All right. Dinner. [because dinner has the slightest tiny sliver of being more intimate than lunch. why? don't ask him. he won't answer. chopsticks nudge a few more grains around before pinching them between wooden tips and drawing three white ovals to a final destination. resting on his tongue, no attempt to even chew, until he feels like swallowing. a case of not wanting to eat, but knowing he should. so far, his stomach hasn't turned on him. too invested in his own thoughts to notice a clinging speck until denji's in his space. white-clad hand blinking into existence. bakugo twitches slightly on instinct (cat with cucumber meme) before letting him catch the offending item. didn't even realize it was there.] You need to sleep better tonight.
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dinner it is. not really the ideal spot for a proper date with them all dressed up and denji holding a bouquet; it's small and more like a place to grab a quick meal, somewhere they can explore during a late-night shift, perhaps. he got other fancier places for a more romantic date that he plans to take bakugou. once he's done cleaning up the other, denji returned to finishing up his soba, unwilling to ignore it for too long, so it wouldn't lose its warmth. ] Yeah, I will. I'll head back to my room after this quick bite and get super cozy.
[ sleeping in the hospital isn't ideal for many reasons. for starters, it's uncomfortable for both of them. the space is too small and he's fated to twist and turn at some point, and the last thing he wanna do is press on bakugou's healing wounds. they won't get any proper rest this way. he brings his bowl up and slurps quietly, eyes hooded, lids low, chewing slowly like he didnāt want to finish it too quickly. the broth clung to the noodles just enough to coat his lips, and he licked them clean, already reaching for the next bite. ] I'll come to see you in the morning. Maybe with breakfast this time. The hospital food kinda sucks, right?
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yeah how about they not go to a little shop for dinner dressed up with flowers like they're supposed to be atop a hotel. not ever dinner date needs to be sat in button down with candle light. another dip and rise of chopsticks, almost as regular as a bamboo shishi-odoshi. he knows he has to fuel his body, even if his tongue isn't into his food. later, he'll look forward to sampling the soba denji got. right now, even it's aromatic flavors are doing little to entice him for a bite.]
Can you get a cot in here? [quiet. curt. even after their previous little fallout, the idea of denji sleeping out of his sight clenches his nape two sizes small. remembering his face as the darkness swallowed around his own, hearing his boyfriend's voice calling his name with no recourse to reach and save him... a single reminder to fight... too many "what if's" swimming silver fish through his mind. denji's presence brings as much comfort as it does painful memories. they can't share the bed tonight due to bakugou's injuries screwing up his boyfriend's sleep. but...] If you want.
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I don't think so ... [ not dismissive ā just realistic. he's sure the nurses would tackle him on sight if he tried sneaking into a patientās room again. not when the bed's too small, not when heās already overstayed his welcome past visiting hours. and if heās honest, the second he steps out of that door, they might have security ready to stop him from coming back altogether, until the visitations are open again. for the sake of bakugouās rest. for the sake of keeping things orderly. and honestly, he wouldnāt blame them. their job is to care for the injured, not to accommodate two love birds. but he keeps chewing, gaze downcast, as if his bowl has all the answers. then disappointment hits when he notices he's about to clear it out soon.
that being said, he glanced at his boyfriend again and shrugged. ] I'll steal some extra blankets from any empty room and sleep on the floor. [ bakugou asked him to stay, even in his casual manner. that's enough for denji to try. ] They will not let me in again, though. I'm risking my hospital reputation right now. I hope you appreciate it.
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They let you sleep in my bed for over 12 hours, ya know. [you wan realistic. there's realistic for you. no nurse ordered him to wake up and move (mostly because katsuki affirmed he wasn't hurting and denji was fine) the entire time he slept. he may or may not have inquired about getting a cot for tonight as a sort of compromise, but the answer had been "we'll see" despite his push. medical staff know he's here. not like he snuck in with rice and soba. are they waiting to escort him out? who knows. he can't see out the damn door. the outsiders aren't like everyone else in the world. wouldn't be the firs time a close relation stayed inside a patient's room if they got permission to do so.]
Fine. [he won't keep nagging when denji accepts the compromise. he's trying and he's not about to stop him when bakugo's the one who asked. doesn't prevent a scoffing little sound when the guy mentions his reputation. is he being serious? he can't tell. it's ridiculous either way. bakugou continues picking at his rice, making a slow-but-steady dent in the decreasing mound.] Didn't know you've been here enough to have one.
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bakugou is still picking at his rice, unsure if that meal was helpful or not. the hero seemed to be struggling more by the second. ah, it's not like he can say anything. yeah, he shouldn't. ] A lot of our teammates are hurt, you know. I'd be broke if I had to buy flowers for all of them, so most of them will have to settle with my charming company.
[ it's not like all of them can heal like denji, so they would have to go through the tedious process of being stuck in a hospital bed with medications shoved down their throats. he then pushed the blanket off with one hand, the other already reaching for the plastic bag left at the edge of the bed. he gathered the empty container first, lids firmly shut to avoid gross spills, then the crumpled napkin heād wiped his fingers with. the wooden chopsticks followed, tucked neatly into the bag's side pocket. ] Our missions are getting tougher. So, it won't hurt to have a good reputation with the staff ...
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rice is rice. denji's tender gesture wasn't helpful for his muted existent appetite; it did a lot more for his emotional state. each bite's a quiet reminder he'll be okay, his boyfriend loves him, nothing's wrong or broken. a quiet little patchwork made of body warmth and tiny white ovals.] Hmph. Don't charm them too hard. I've got no problem blowing up Santa.
[and if he'll demolish the jolly bringing of global joy, a single outsider making goo goo eyes at denji has no chance. no, not all of them can heal like him. the three people closest to katsuki in this place all have advanced form of healing and physical resistance, denji with his half-devil physiology, yuji with his reverse cursed technique, raidou's nanobot-enhanced body. even yato heals quicker due to being a god. makes him more determined to get out of this bed quickly and return to active duty. he's no gonna fall behind cause of some shitty wounds! he rests his chopsticks on the bowl rim as he follows denji with his eyes, watching him tidy up and get everything arranged.] Then we're gonna get stronger and slaughter every damn mission from here on out.
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he was confused when the other boy mentioned santa, half-frowning in consideration before it hit him. he scoffed, smirking a bit as he kept collecting the leftovers of their small dinner. ] It's too hot for Santa right now. They will have to settle for Chainsaw Man with a tiny party hat. [ he's joking, as if he had the energy to hunt down a party hat when he's this exhausted. also, after seeing some of his friends and the goddess herselfā he's not sure walking in like a clown would offer any comfort. sometimes ... just being there is enough. ] I won't charm anyone. I'll just remind them it's super uncool to go through this alone. [ for someone who'd been through so much on his own, it kinda upsets denji when others take having friends and loved ones for granted.
he shifts the last empty container into the bag, the rustle of thin plastic loud in the quiet room. he presses down gently, flattening out the takeout box and lid so it sits snug together, disposable chopsticks wedged between folds; his fingers linger on the knot for a second longer than needed. the bed creaks as he swings his legs over the edge, his feet touch the floor with a quiet thud, the plastic bag dangles from his hand, swaying lightly as he makes his way to the small bin in the corner to toss them in. get stronger, huh? that's the plan. always been. but, are they? denji turns to face the other, ready to go look around for extra bedding as promised. he seemed like he's about to confess something, and then- ] You think I can convince the theaters to play 'the texas chainsaw massacre'? [ a lighthearted joke. hey, it's not like he can tell bakugou that he'd perform better without his humanity. that will trigger another fight. ]
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bakugou leans back on his bed's raised half, hands at his side and fingers curled. chopsticks balance on his bowl's rim, no longer filled with rice. managed to put all of it down piece by piece without throwing up.] Save it for another time; right now, they'd wanna see Denji. [instead of glowing yellow eyes, massive teeth gleaming in his open maw, bloody chainsaws dripping on the floor. when buildings crash and monsters roar, chainsaw man's sight brings hope and cheers. in hospital light and quiet murmur of people among the injured, chainsaw man's gonna have to take a back seat for the face his friends are a bit more familiar with. ] Then make sure they get as much attention as they need. [he's not gonna tell denji to stay away. being selfish with his boyfriend when said boyfriend has far more in his life than simply bakugou, is a shitty choice to make.
getting stronger, improving their strength and ability, playing things smarter, learning from mistakes. bakugou drops his head into the pillow, hair flattening in the back as white mounds up on either side of his ears. steady beeps continue in the room, a heart monitor he doesn't think he needs but the nurses won't turn off. to prevent all this happening again... can they? the worm surprised them, the wolf stole them, now this bitch corrupted them. three times they've turned on each other, one way or another. none of those were prevented. red eyes lid halfway, lashes focusing his gaze with mild shadows around his sight. denji's looking at him. a pregnant silence, filled with words he wants to say... and chooses not to. he should chase him down and squeeze the damn things out of his throat. should.] Probably. Won't hurt them.
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