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Uhh..

[Denki thinks about it for a second before he sets his bags down on a table nearby.]

How about you, like, hold my hand for a little bit to pay for it? I'm here to teach you about romance so that's a start.

[Bakugou makes a face at the word 'romance', but complies, holding out his sweaty palm. Ugh.]

Holding hands doesn't got shit to do with romance. I hold hands all the time.

You poor thing.

[A single tear escapes Denki's eye, as he reaches out and grabs Bakugo's hand, interlacing their fingers immediately.]

You really know nothing about love, do you?

Don't mock me, Dunce Face!

[The warmth of moonlacing is almost instantaneous, and for just a second, he relaxes.

Then his whole body starts trembling, because his reaction is to crush the hand in his, fight, Denki can take it. So he ducks his head awkwardly to hide his face.]

[Yeah.. Denki feels that trembling, though he interprets it differently. To him, it looks like he's nervous and the idea that Bakugo was this shy about romantic things just has Denki wanting to teach him even more. To protect him from getting hurt, mostly.

He tugs on Bakugo's hand as he walks over to his couch, taking a seat and gesturing for him to sit down next to him.]

I'm not mocking you, dude. I'm worried about you.

[He may be going along with this, sitting on the couch awkwardly, but he scoffs at the admission and finally scowls at Denki.]

Don't. You should be worried about yourself. Worrying about others is just a waste of time and energy that could be used elsewhere. Like strengthening your quirk.

I want to be a Hero. Worrying about others is, like, their job.

[But he's not surprised Bakugo would say something like this, not even a little.]

But I mean, like... "DTF" doesn't mean "down to fight", dude. It means "down to fuck". And this place is a lot nicer than where I was before but I'm still worried that someone might take advantage of you if you interpret romance as fighting.

You can't save anyone if you're too paralyzed with worry.

[It makes sense, in his head! He's quiet. He doesn't know much about the place Denki, Kirishima and the others were at before here, but every hint at it convinces him more and more that whatever it was, was hell. And it sets his veins on fire. He'd kill 'em. Somehow.

Maybe.

He hangs his head and then covers his face with his free-hand, because how dare his face betray him like this and heat up spineless ass pink.]

Oh...

[Shit.] I'd kill them if they tried! And I can still kick your ass, so stop worrying about me like I'm some kind of fucking...damsel or some shit!

[Denki is quiet, mulling over what to say in reply to that. He feels like he should explain a little more what he means, and about where he was before but the last time he did he got some serious backlash... though. This was in private and Bakugo is nothing but backlash. So in the end it probably doesn't matter as much either way.]

I'm not worried about you like you're a damsel, I'm worried about you like.. y'know.. a friend?

[He looks over towards him, watching how he hides his red face behind his hand.]

Listen, Bakugo. That other place.. I mean.. you were there too. And I had to watch you go through some really scary stuff.. you and Ei and a lot of our other classmates. And not just normal stuff it was all... s-sex stuff.

[He winces just thinking about it.]

So... you can probably see why I'm worried, yeah?

[He grunts in response. He knows Denki sees him as a friend, and he does the same. Why else would he humor him like this, right now, when it goes against everything normal and comfortable for him? But the why doesn't matter. At the end of the day, he's still worried because he's helpless, because of what's happened be for, and that doesn't even include what Denki goes into now.]

Fuck...

[Fuck, fuck fuck. What the hell. What the shit kind of sick place did they come from? He has no idea that he starts squeezing Denki's hand, his anger and blood pressure boiling. He doesn't give a shit what happened to his other him. He has no recollection of it, so it doesn't really affect him. What does is from the sounds of Denki's explanation, he was too weak to stop it. Shit just kept going.

He won't forgive it.

Without thinking, he stands up.]

Where is this place?

Edited 2019-10-14 18:50 (UTC)

[When Bakugo squeezes Denki's hand, it gets a little sound of surprise out of him. He definitely didn't expect it and it's.. a little.. painful... but it also kind of comforts him a little bit, admittedly.]

I dunno, man. It was, like.. another universe or something I think... why? You're not thinking of trying to go there, are you?

[Red eyes widen in alarm and Bakugo eases his grip, certain he's hurt Denki. That was what he was good at. Not...this.]

I'm going to blow the whole place up.

[It's endearing, and honestly proves to Denki what a good guy Bakugo is.. not that he needed proof. But at the same time it just seems to make him look even more depressed, and he chews on his bottom lip for a few seconds, thinking what to say.]

They.. have a way to take our Quirks. We lost them for two months, and at the same time they threw us into some kind of prison where we were treated like.. l-like dogs. They made us eat on the floor and use our bodies as footstools, and if you didn't do what you were told they'd chain you up and muzzle you so you couldn't fight back.

I'd seriously stay away.

[No quirks, huh? That would explain it. Why his friends couldn't fight back. But the knowledge that a whole society existed and his friends were tortured to that extent, with none of the mental imagery even comparable to actually being there-

He feels sick.

His whole body freezes then starts trembling again, but it's not embarrassment or discomfort now, it's barely restrained rage. What a goddamn injustice, for them to silence and restrain his friends like they were mindless animals. Scum.]

You- [His voice cracks, all hoarse and burned.] You ever see anyone from there who did that, and you let me know, and everyone else know. We'll kill them.

[The trembling and crack to Bakugo's voice are what get to Denki. He can tell that he's angry-- he's so angry that he might explode at any moment but instead he's keeping it in and trying to stay calm.. for Denki's sake.

Talking about this isn't easy, either. He hasn't thought about Duplicity since he got here those months ago, and it brings up fresh memories he wish he never had to sit through. And.. it has him miss the bonds he made while there, too. Especially the one with Bakugo. But at the same time, Bakugo is still Bakugo and having him so mad on his behalf just reminds him what a good guy he really is.]

...weird question... you mind a hug?

[He could use one.]

[What could he do? He couldn't undo what had happened, and he didn't know the proper words to comfort- h ed doubted there were any. Something inhumane and beyond terrible had happened. That's all there was.

He doesn't look shocked by the request this time. He doesn't even look annoyed. His expression is hard to discern as he looks at Denki, eyes just a hint of pink. Out of all of their group, Denki and Kirishima had always acted the most openly affectionate. Bakugou didn't understand it, but if it helped..

He could think of more annoying people to hug.]

Here. [He opens up his free arm, moving it awkwardly and stiffly at first around Denki, waiting for him to do the rest. One would think he never hugged anyone before.]

[Denki's almost surprised when Bakugo agrees, but at the same time.. not really. He knows from experience that when alone he can be sweet you just.. have to catch him at the right time.

Guess this is one of those times.

He quietly releases his grip from Bakugo's hand, so he can wrap both of his arms around his chest. And at first the hug is.. well. Awkward, with both of them not hugging quite tight-- Bakugo not really knowing how and Denki not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But with those wounds opened and having Bakugo comfort him.. Bakugo, who back in Duplicity was one of the only people Denki really relied on, it just.. has him feeling a little emotional.

So he ends up tightening his grip around him, burying his face against his chest to try and hide the tears stinging his eyes.]

[Bakugo might spend a lot of time insulting Denki, but he's not oblivious. There are ways Denki is stronger than he is, and there are traits he has that Bakugo just...doesn't. If this was happening to anyone else, Denki would know what to do. In some ways, it was frustrating, lacking that. It might go against what he normally wants to do, and he might make mistakes through it, but no one else is around and it's the least he can do to try and comfort him if that's what he wants.

What was it that All Might and Angela would do whenever he tried to comfort him? He thinks about it, more about what they were doing while he was busy trembling or fighting. He tries to relax his shoulders a little, moving his now-free arm around Denki's shoulders, still kind of hovering uncomfortably as if afraid he will hurt him.

But when he feels something warm in his chest, even though the tears haven't spilled, some of the tension leaves and he pulls him closer, one hand threading through his stupid fluffy hair. Maybe he feels protective of him, or maybe it's just his anger. If he understood what was going on, and why it made his chest hurt, he probably wouldn't be screaming at people all the time, but it's easier for him to express this in actions than words.]

[Denki claws at the back of Bakugo's shirt, when he feels the other boy pull him close, and that finally gets him to break out in quiet sobs. Admittedly, Bakugo was the one who helped him and Kirishima in Duplicity... so he missed him, in a way. It had him feeling awkward around Bakugo now but... he quickly realized that he was being stupid. Bakugo is Bakugo, no matter what happens, and that realization had him really crying.]

I-I... I l-love you, B.. Bakugo..!

[He means it platonically, mostly, but Bakugo can take it however he pleases.]

[Oh. Fuck.

That warmth in his chest twists, flooding his vision and squeezing his throat until he feels like he can't breathe. He can tolerate tears. He's learned to do that. He'd always appreciated his own group of friends, and he figured they didn't hate him (for some reason), but he hadn't put it into words.

Denki was just emotional because he had been tortured in a different universe and now he was in another universe and things were fucked up. That had to be it.

Any other possibility can't even be entertained.

Even though he tells himself this, he doesn't react the way he wants--that's natural--for him. He doesn't insult Denki, or push him away, because if he does he thinks that might be the last time he sees him. He doesn't realize he's stopped moving or breathing until he finally exhales shakily.]

C'mon. S- Sit down.

[Denki pulls back from Bakugo a little too quick when he tells him to sit down, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment.. he usually doesn't let himself get this emotional honestly, but now that he thinks about it the last time he had was in front of Bakugo back in that horrid place. Something about him just makes it easy to lose it, he guesses.]

S-sure! Right.. I-I came here for a completely different reason, didn't I?

[He laughs a little, while wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as he makes his way to the nearest seat. God.. he came to tease Bakugo and then this happens..]

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