I know ... [ denji whispered back, tone equally quiet. he will keep his feelings reserved with this one, especially after watching bakugou get brutally injured in that shared memory— he's not sure if he wants someone he loves to continue running towards a dangerous path, ready to risk it all. however, that would be crossing a line. this is bakugou's dream, and he had to support him regardless of his fears. with that in mind, denji sighed. ] Which is fiiiine. You can be the badass hero, and fight crimes. I'll enjoy my little boring life. [ another attempt at a lighthearted joke before they return back to the other outsiders and finally deal with the new challenge ahead of him. when his boyfriend asks him to get up and stop sulking, denji literally shifts into deadweight mode, groaning under his breath miserably. just let him rot some more, man. he was half-tempted to be super uncooperative and bratty about this, and maybe let the hero carry his ass back to the car, but he's being hella ungrateful here. after all, he had fun today ... swimming in the lake, wrestling each other and sharing a laugh, getting away from the tension a bit ... he appreciated bakugou looking out for him.
he traced his lips over his lover's hand, a ghost of a kiss that lingers longer than it should with each spot. his mouth curves against the skin as he follows bakugou's lead, playful, reverent. and then, just barely, he lets his teeth drag over the ridge of an old scar; the press of them more of a tease than a threat, sharp points brushing warmth. that confession was the sweetest thing, a perfect way to end their little retreat here. he loves that boy so much, and he hopes his boyfriend knows it. ] You're gonna' make me blush ... [ too late on that. he finally pulls himself up, straightening his back a bit and turning around to face the other. the weight of their conversations is still present behind denji's smile, but it remains genuine. he leans in to kiss bakugou— soft and brief. ]
Thank you ... for bringing me here.
[ he rises first, slow and steady. once upright, he reaches out without a word, offering his hand to his lover. they still have a bit to clean up before heading back to the car, though denji already knows he’ll take care of it himself. it’s the least he can do, a silent gratitude for everything bakugou’s given tonight. once the hero is on his feet, brushing off the dust away, denji steps back toward the fire, crouching beside the flickering glow to start cooling the skewers, careful not to disturb the embers too much. next, he’ll gather the trail of discarded clothes before their swim, one small task at a time, silently asking bakugou to head to the car instead. he got this. ]
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he traced his lips over his lover's hand, a ghost of a kiss that lingers longer than it should with each spot. his mouth curves against the skin as he follows bakugou's lead, playful, reverent. and then, just barely, he lets his teeth drag over the ridge of an old scar; the press of them more of a tease than a threat, sharp points brushing warmth. that confession was the sweetest thing, a perfect way to end their little retreat here. he loves that boy so much, and he hopes his boyfriend knows it. ] You're gonna' make me blush ... [ too late on that. he finally pulls himself up, straightening his back a bit and turning around to face the other. the weight of their conversations is still present behind denji's smile, but it remains genuine. he leans in to kiss bakugou— soft and brief. ]
Thank you ... for bringing me here.
[ he rises first, slow and steady. once upright, he reaches out without a word, offering his hand to his lover. they still have a bit to clean up before heading back to the car, though denji already knows he’ll take care of it himself. it’s the least he can do, a silent gratitude for everything bakugou’s given tonight. once the hero is on his feet, brushing off the dust away, denji steps back toward the fire, crouching beside the flickering glow to start cooling the skewers, careful not to disturb the embers too much. next, he’ll gather the trail of discarded clothes before their swim, one small task at a time, silently asking bakugou to head to the car instead. he got this. ]