Bakugo watched Denki again, feeling cold and blank, a deep regret enveloping him. He stretched out a hand forlornly. He wanted to touch those squishy cheeks. He wanted to brush those lips with his own. He wanted to love him....... Something hot dripped down his cheek. He brought his hand up to touch it, and it came back wet. Bakugo looked at it like it was the first time he had ever seen anything like it. Tears?