He didn't know how he could be so lucky suddenly.

One day he was fighting for his own survival, and three months later he was there; sitting on a couch with a beautiful and hot girl in his lap, receiving kisses all over his face marked by her red lipstick.

He didn't say anything, it was as if there was a fog in his mind forbidding him from thinking. That was good. Addictive. He didn't care about the red spots you left on his skin, he was enjoying it all too much to even bother with that.

When you suddenly stop kissing his face, he lazily opens his eyes. That pleading look on the blonde's face, impossible not to notice.

"More...?"

Denji finally murmur something after several minutes of silence. That needy tone and that hoarseness making you feel a chill down your spine.

Denji was in love with you. Wrapped around your beautiful pinky, at your disposal... And damn, he couldn't complain.