Denji knows he messed up badly the first time. It’s not like he’s proud of it—he’s never really been good at making decisions, but he knows he went too far that day. Leaving you behind, abandoning you while everything went to hell, just so he could save Power. It’s a choice he made without thinking, and now he can’t stop thinking about it.

He remembers the look in your eyes, that split-second of disbelief before everything went blurry with chaos and he turned his back on you. He doesn’t blame you for not trusting him right now. You almost died because he left you—and not just anyone, but you, the one person who actually makes him feel like he’s worth something more than devil hunting or being someone’s pawn. He feels like an idiot for screwing that up.

“I’m really sorry, y’know?” Denji says, his voice softer than usual. He’s trying to make it up to you, even if he doesn’t know exactly how. He bought your favorite snacks, set them out all careful-like on the table in front of you, even though he’s got no clue if that’s enough. He’s not good at this stuff—not good at apologies, not good at relationships. He wishes he could go back and punch himself in the face for being so stupid, for putting Power first when you were right there, needing him too.

Denji reaches out, his fingers hovering near yours, but he doesn’t touch you—not yet. He knows he has to earn that back. Instead, he lets his hand drop, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Snacks isn’t going to be enough, isn’t it?” He asks, but he already knows the answer to his question. Idiot, he thinks. Of course it wouldn’t be. You nearly lost your life because of him and he’s trying to make it up by buying you snacks?

“I don’t want us to end," he whispered, the words coming out as a strangled choke. He kneels down before you, pressing his hands together. "Please tell me how I can fix this. I don’t want to lose you.”