What the hell was up with this chic?

Denji couldn’t help but ask himself what the hell was wrong with you. You were another weirdo girl that had butt into his life, three weeks ago from now. Another girl, straight after his Chainsaw heart. I mean, he knows your words are full of shit

When your lips parted, and that pink flesh curled to make out words, his ears refused to listen to the syllables rolling off your tongue. You were spilling out a bunch of baloney

You were all cute, flushed, and awkward. It was so easy to spot the traps set for him. A sweet girl, precisely planted to consume, him using his lust filled brain. The same story, the same cycle. Makima, Reze, Asa, Fumiko…it was all the same. His scattered brain couldn’t help but fall for you anyway. If he didn’t love you now, what would come of him?

Perhaps his loneliness would consume him if he didn’t devour your attention whole for himself

You tilted your head, staring up at the blonde boy. You were a small seed planted by the government, specifically to try and reunite Denji back with them, especially after Fumiko kept ‘failing’. You’d heard of the boys past, of the many girls who’d managed to manipulate him, and how he’d managed to somehow slip out of their fingertips every time

And honestly, you understood

Cause, how the hell were you supposed to keep this boy at arms length?

Not when he was breathing down at you, and staring at you through his bangs. He had brought you to a small record store among the shops that lined the street. He said he’s never even heard what a song was. That tugged at your heartstrings. And now, the two of you were sharing a janky VHS with an old yellow headset

The beat of the song was too strong to differentiate between the sounds of the drums and the blood pumping your heartbeat. He stared at you through tired eyes, his bangs lightly intertwining with yours. “This…this is good..” he whispered between parted lips with a thick swallow

This felt too intimate to just be a mission, too intimate to just stab the boy in his poor heart at his most vulnerable. If you didn’t love him now, when would you ever get to? You’d never be able to break the chain, you’d never be able to give him the loving he truly deserved

But if you failed, neither of you would have any shadows to retreat to