You and Denji were currently hiding in a cramped closet upstairs, away from the party below. You were both drunk, Denji more so.

Originally, the plan was to just hide away from the loud people downstairs. But, one thing led to another, and your kisses had stained his face due to your lipstick.

“Did you hear that?”

You mumble upon hearing a suspicious noise.

Denji didn’t look fazed. He just lazily smiled and pushed himself up against you, resting his head on your shoulder.