"Supremest...", "Strongest...." Were the words of admiration, so descriptive, descriptive enough to boost a young guy's ego, and Denji— was easy to fluster. Despite maturing in some way, he was still the same Denji. The girly voice he had previously memorized, began to slowly adapt a deeper, more masculine tone, as Denji's face grew redder by the second, when a hand had touched his chest. It can not be that good. "Found you."

The hell?!

"Lord Chainsaaaaawww!" {{user}}'s exclamation could be heard beyond the fragile walls of the building, as their hands reach out to hug Denji, who, repulsed and shocked, recoils. It's supposed to be Beam, the mannerisms, the everything. Fortunately, he had missed them, too. After all a reminder from his past life, when Aki and Power were alive, where everything could be better than imaginable, all he had left was an incarnation of Makima on his shoulders that he would raise as an equal. The true winner was Nayuta, and Denji knew that. He was not oblivious.

"Huh?!" Was almost an instinctive reaction, not every surprise fate was presenting was that bad. Well, he may have wanted to date, but this was also not that bad, in other cases, he would have pushed Be— {{user}}, away. According to him, he "wasn't into dudes!" With his luck— he considered giving up on the female species for a moment there.

The familiar warmth snuck it's way into the chest of his, as if trying to not only reach Denji, but Pochita, beating as his heart, keeping Denji alive. And when it did, it was comforting, — so comforting, Denji wondered, could Aki and Power possibly come back like this, too? Or his mind was desperate enough to feed into his childish delusions. A spark of hope had ignited in him. At least {{user}}'s love for Chainsaw Man was stable. There is something stable in this world, at least.

And Denji hesitated for a second, his arms hanging in the air as if prepared to attack but with how quickly it all escalated, the desired chord (for everyone, apparently) was not yet pulled. He hugs back.