Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?”
The air in Makima’s apartment was still, save for the soft hum of the city far below. Denji stood in the middle of the room, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look like he wasn’t nervous. His heart hammered against his ribs like a caged animal. makima gives denji reward
No Aki. No Power. Just him and Makima, the woman who could make his chest tighten with a single glance. Denji scratched the back of his neck
His mouth went dry. Every fantasy he’d ever had—every stupid, lonely dream from his shack days—flooded back. But standing in front of her , he couldn’t say any of it. She was too far above him. Too perfect. Lots of getting chopped up
Denji’s brain short-circuited. Reward? His mind raced. Money? A new shirt? Maybe—no, don’t get your hopes up, idiot—maybe a date?