You already gave me the best life I could ever have. I doubt that anyone in my future will do better ...
[ and no, he doesn't mean his life is so miserable back home that bakugou managed to win that honor without any effort. fuck no. even if denji does, somehow, find a happy ending back in that doomed version of japan and he found someone he would fall in love with, he couldn't imagine they would pull out of him this level of adorations. to him— this level of attachment is a one-time experience, completely reserved for katsuki. he doesn't expect that boy to return that same intensity. he knows better. they were shaped by different worlds, raised under different kinds of hurt, and that changes how people love. bakugou’s heart isn't broken in the same places as his, and that’s fine. the half-devil doesn’t need to be matched. he just needs to feel, to love. bakugou will always be his savior. that, to denji, is its own kind of forever. and maybe that’s enough. maybe that’s everything.
he mutters a soft, playful 'shut up' under his breath, the words barely audible as he lifts a hand to rub at his cheek, trying to chase away the heat blooming there. how embarrassing. months together, and still, a simple compliment from bakugou was enough to unravel him completely like an idiot. the words that follow hit harder. it was the way they were said, the quiet certainty behind them. 'we’ll do it again soon.' a promise, and this one sank into his chest like it belonged there. he didn’t know why this one felt different. maybe it was the way bakugou looked at him when he said it, maybe it was the warmth of the moment, the stillness of the night, or the shared silence between heartbeats. whatever it was, it made the future feel closer. real. yes, no matter what happened next, they would find their way back here, under these same stars, with food warming their hands and laughter filling the space between them. he would hold bakugou to that promise— not out of doubt, but because he wanted to believe in it, fully. because it meant everything. and very soon, he would be waiting here again, heart open, hoping to find bakugou by his side.
denji moved slowly, almost as if he didn't want this day to end. he gathered the remains of their hangout, folding their clothes with lazy hands, shaking off bits of dust and stray crumbs. the empty wrappers found their place in a small plastic bag, cleaning up their spot. he then pushed open the trunk of the car, its interior taking in all their items; all tucked away as a final preparation to drive off. he then turns, catching sight of bakugou loading the last of their things with that familiar scowl of determination. a quiet, amused smirk tugs at denji’s lips. of course ... he should’ve known bakugou wouldn’t just stand around while someone else did the work. even now, after everything, the guy still couldn’t accept being taken care of without a fight. would it really kill him to let denji spoil him every now and then?
by the time he's done, he'd find denji in the passenger seat, window rolled down and head sticking out. ] Can I pick the music on the ride back?
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[ and no, he doesn't mean his life is so miserable back home that bakugou managed to win that honor without any effort. fuck no. even if denji does, somehow, find a happy ending back in that doomed version of japan and he found someone he would fall in love with, he couldn't imagine they would pull out of him this level of adorations. to him— this level of attachment is a one-time experience, completely reserved for katsuki. he doesn't expect that boy to return that same intensity. he knows better. they were shaped by different worlds, raised under different kinds of hurt, and that changes how people love. bakugou’s heart isn't broken in the same places as his, and that’s fine. the half-devil doesn’t need to be matched. he just needs to feel, to love. bakugou will always be his savior. that, to denji, is its own kind of forever. and maybe that’s enough. maybe that’s everything.
he mutters a soft, playful 'shut up' under his breath, the words barely audible as he lifts a hand to rub at his cheek, trying to chase away the heat blooming there. how embarrassing. months together, and still, a simple compliment from bakugou was enough to unravel him completely like an idiot. the words that follow hit harder. it was the way they were said, the quiet certainty behind them. 'we’ll do it again soon.' a promise, and this one sank into his chest like it belonged there. he didn’t know why this one felt different. maybe it was the way bakugou looked at him when he said it, maybe it was the warmth of the moment, the stillness of the night, or the shared silence between heartbeats. whatever it was, it made the future feel closer. real. yes, no matter what happened next, they would find their way back here, under these same stars, with food warming their hands and laughter filling the space between them. he would hold bakugou to that promise— not out of doubt, but because he wanted to believe in it, fully. because it meant everything. and very soon, he would be waiting here again, heart open, hoping to find bakugou by his side.
denji moved slowly, almost as if he didn't want this day to end. he gathered the remains of their hangout, folding their clothes with lazy hands, shaking off bits of dust and stray crumbs. the empty wrappers found their place in a small plastic bag, cleaning up their spot. he then pushed open the trunk of the car, its interior taking in all their items; all tucked away as a final preparation to drive off. he then turns, catching sight of bakugou loading the last of their things with that familiar scowl of determination. a quiet, amused smirk tugs at denji’s lips. of course ... he should’ve known bakugou wouldn’t just stand around while someone else did the work. even now, after everything, the guy still couldn’t accept being taken care of without a fight. would it really kill him to let denji spoil him every now and then?
by the time he's done, he'd find denji in the passenger seat, window rolled down and head sticking out. ] Can I pick the music on the ride back?