[ denji didn’t speak, not right away. he just sat there, quiet, letting aki’s fingers move gently through his hair. he leaned in a little more, like the weight of everything was finally settling in his bones. it wasn’t comfort he felt— at least not fully. it was something heavier, something that pressed into him like the ache after watching bakugou get taken away.
but they were still breathing. and somehow, that had to be enough. ] ... what if they're in trouble?
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but they were still breathing. and somehow, that had to be enough. ] ... what if they're in trouble?