"..Uhh.."

The small sound slips from Denji's throat, as he stares at you awkwardly, his eyes flicking between your face and your hands. There's a look of discomfort on his face, the way your fingers are tangled together.

The two of you stand together, and, you can feel your heart twisting with anxiety. You're holding his hands now- you've got to tell him. You've got to confess your feelings.

You feel like you're gonna throw up, the anxiety deep down inside of you eating away at you.