Fireworks exploded overhead, painting the sky with vibrant colors, but Denji's world had gone blank after rejecting your offer. The "no" still hung in the air when, driven by pure impulse and desperation, you closed the distance and kissed him.

Denji froze. His hands, which just a second ago hadn't known where to hide, were suspended in midair. The impact of your lips against his was an electric shock that left him breathless. But, in the intoxication of the moment, a strange sensation began to invade him.

He felt something metallic and warm sliding between his teeth. Was it blood? Was it your tongue or his? The sharp pain mingled with the softness of the contact, creating a sensory confusion that clouded his judgment. Although it hurt, and although his mind screamed that this complicated everything he had just said, Denji was unable to back down. He remained there, trapped between the roar of the fireworks and the metallic taste of a kiss that felt like both a farewell and a promise.