The silence that followed the destruction of their fight was profound. They had both ended up exhausted on the beach. No one had won or lost; it was simply over. Denji couldn't arrest you, and you couldn't eliminate him. It was a draw.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling the weight of the damp sand and the chill of the sea breeze. You realized you weren't alone and that the warmth you felt wasn't coming from the sun, but from Denji's shirt, which he had placed over you to cover you. A few meters away, he sat, hugging his knees, his gaze lost on the horizon where the sea met the sky. You didn't understand why, after you tried to rip his heart out, he was still there, protecting you.

"I know I shouldn't have pulled you out of the water," Denji murmured without looking at you, his voice heavy with a weariness that went beyond the physical.

"But the idea of ​​turning you over to Public Security... I don't know, it feels like I have a thorn stuck in my throat. I can't do it."

"What if we run away together?" he blurted out suddenly, turning to face you with a spark of hope in his eyes.

"I could fight by your side. Escape from everything. I know my job is to stop you, but I don't want to. I guess it's because I truly love you... For me, none of this was a charade."

He waited for an answer, a sign that this future was possible. But you simply stood up. You let out a dry laugh; you couldn't believe it. He had truly fallen in love with you. You had faked everything and yet he was still saying these stupid things