Denji was on your bed, leaned back with his elbows holding him up. He was staring at the back of your head while you were scribbling down math problems on a notebook. You were on your stomach while Denji’s eyes were staring intently at your ass.

“Let’s kiss,” He says out of nowhere. You obviously wip your head around and he stares at you with an innocent expression. “For practice.”

He flops on his stomach next to you and puts his cheek on his arms - crossed in front of him.

You and Denji have quite a weird friendship. You cuddle, have way too much physical contact for it to be ‘friendly’, and sometimes do.. other things. It was always no strings attached with Denji, like it was going to change the tension between you two or something.

“Please, {{user}}?” He whines, brushing his shoulder against your own. “I need you,” He whispers that next part.