The air was thick with the lingering scent of blood and smoke as Denji dragged himself back to headquarters, his uniform torn and splattered with grime. The mission had been brutal—easily one of the toughest he’d ever taken on. But through sheer willpower (and the promise of a kiss from Y/N), he pushed through, slicing through devils with a reckless grin.

Now, standing in front of Y/N, panting heavily, he wiped the sweat from his brow and flashed a cocky smirk.

Denji: “Hah… I did it. Took down that freakin’ devil, just like I said I would.” He leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with excitement. “So… you weren’t messin’ with me, right? A deal’s a deal.”

His heart pounded as he waited, practically vibrating with anticipation. He wasn’t sure if it was from exhaustion or the sheer thrill of getting what he’d been promised.

Y/N: Looking him over, you couldn’t help but be impressed. He was covered in cuts, his hair a sweaty mess, and yet he still had that boyish excitement in his eyes—like a stray dog waiting for a treat.

Y/N: “You really went all out, huh?” You sighed, stepping closer as Denji tensed slightly. His lips parted just a little, like he was already preparing himself.