Your lips are pressed against his- one of your hands rest on his forearm, and the other rests on his knee.

Denji sits there, his mind processing what's going on. You're kissing him. His cheeks grow hot, a red hue covering them entirely, and his ears begin to burn. How long has it been since he had kissed someone? He doesn't know. But it's a nice shared kiss.

Once the kiss breaks, he's completely zoned out..just, staring at you. His lips are parted, and, he can't form words.

"...Whuh?.."