the world goes white for a moment as denji’s knee crashes between your legs with almost gleeful intent.

after having to suffer his childish, unserious nature for a whole patrol, you had taken him into an alley to beat the hunter out of him. his goals weren’t serious, he wouldn’t succeed.

assuming he was done, you turned around - a fatal mistake.

now you’re lying in a heap, flat on your face, lower half jolting each time he kicks you in the crotch.

“I!”

kick.

“ALWAYS!”

kick.

“GO FOR!”

kick.

“THE CROTCH!”