[ the air crackled with heat and tension as the creature's firm grip latched onto denji's neck, refusing to pull away even when the wires formed and tangled around his previously bared skin, it had no intention of letting go. then, a thunderous boom split the night. a shockwave tore through, bright orange and gold, blinding denji’s vision as the 'hand' snapped away from his body like a severed cable. he hit the ground hard, coughing, gasping, adrenaline surging through every inch of him. his heart still pounded in his ears when he looked up— and saw bakugou, stance wide, hands still smoking from the blast he’d just released. standing way too damn close to that fucking thing.
that's when denji has lost it all. ] Run!!! Get out of here! Right now! [ he didn't give a shit about himself in this situation, but he knew if the mysterious void targeted his boyfriend next, bakugou won't — he won't be able to break free from it on his own. the half-devil pushed himself off the ground, but it was too fast. the creature pivoted, tendrils whipping like vipers, and in one breathless second, it had bakugou.
no. no, no, no, no!!
denji’s panic tore from his throat, ragged and raw. the creature’s grip cinched tighter, opting to make a fun game out of their miseries by taunting them both with a new victim, playing the same old tricks, adamant to remind them of how helpless they are here. how hopeless this is. and yet— he could've sworn when bakugou's eyes caught his, there was no fear. no despair. but a silent urgency, a wordless "don’t let it win."
denji’s legs moved before his thoughts could catch up. he stumbled to his feet, ignoring the throb in his ribs, the sting of broken skin; mind racing, hysteria choking every breath in and out. he couldn’t lose him. not him. not again. he can't let this happen again! his blood-slick chainsaws revved to life, and with a snarl of metal, he flung the chains out— not to tear, not to rip ... but to catch. the steel links surged forward, cutting through the air before coiling tight around bakugou’s torso, purposely avoiding his arms so he could still blast that fucker away if he had to. the creature barely offered them a reaction, but denji held firm, bare feet skidding across the ground, muscles shaking from the force. his legs braced, knees buckling, but he locked them in place. blood dripped down his forearms where the blades bit into his own skin, but he didn’t feel it. all he saw was bakugou’s body in front of him, still fighting, still not gone. he sees him. the forced of the rift tugged harder. almost effortlessly. denji gritted his teeth, chest heaving. the chains groaned under the strain, creaking, stretching, but they held.
his hands wrapped tighter around them, still careful the metal wouldn't cut through his lover's body too deeply. ]
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that's when denji has lost it all. ] Run!!! Get out of here! Right now! [ he didn't give a shit about himself in this situation, but he knew if the mysterious void targeted his boyfriend next, bakugou won't — he won't be able to break free from it on his own. the half-devil pushed himself off the ground, but it was too fast. the creature pivoted, tendrils whipping like vipers, and in one breathless second, it had bakugou.
no. no, no, no, no!!
denji’s panic tore from his throat, ragged and raw. the creature’s grip cinched tighter, opting to make a fun game out of their miseries by taunting them both with a new victim, playing the same old tricks, adamant to remind them of how helpless they are here. how hopeless this is. and yet— he could've sworn when bakugou's eyes caught his, there was no fear. no despair. but a silent urgency, a wordless "don’t let it win."
denji’s legs moved before his thoughts could catch up. he stumbled to his feet, ignoring the throb in his ribs, the sting of broken skin; mind racing, hysteria choking every breath in and out. he couldn’t lose him. not him. not again. he can't let this happen again! his blood-slick chainsaws revved to life, and with a snarl of metal, he flung the chains out— not to tear, not to rip ... but to catch. the steel links surged forward, cutting through the air before coiling tight around bakugou’s torso, purposely avoiding his arms so he could still blast that fucker away if he had to. the creature barely offered them a reaction, but denji held firm, bare feet skidding across the ground, muscles shaking from the force. his legs braced, knees buckling, but he locked them in place. blood dripped down his forearms where the blades bit into his own skin, but he didn’t feel it. all he saw was bakugou’s body in front of him, still fighting, still not gone. he sees him. the forced of the rift tugged harder. almost effortlessly. denji gritted his teeth, chest heaving. the chains groaned under the strain, creaking, stretching, but they held.
his hands wrapped tighter around them, still careful the metal wouldn't cut through his lover's body too deeply. ]
I won't let go!!!
[ ..... what a fool. ]