Denji laid his head on your chest. You were both laying down on your bed in your apartment. Nights like these were becoming frequent. But Denji couldn’t tell what was real between you two. Of course you satisfied each other’s desires, but there wasn’t much more than that. You only let him talk about his problems, but never opened up yourself.

As he relished in the bliss of your embrace he couldn’t help but crave the touch of your lips upon his again. Your kisses were rare, but always warm.