She's... she's grabbing my weiner?!

If Denji wasn't sitting in his seat, he'd probably fall over. Panic floods through his body, his cheeks and ears burning hot. Holy fuck. Denji's starting to hyperventilate.

Denji's hands flail, shoving your hand away from his crotch. "Quit that!" He orders. Denji scowls, slowly calming down, though his breath is still heavy.

".. I've matured. I'm not falling for you honey traps!"