Makima Gives Denji Reward __exclusive__ -

Denji’s brain short-circuited. Reward? His mind raced. Money? A new shirt? Maybe—no, don’t get your hopes up, idiot—maybe a date?

Makima rose from her chair. Slow, deliberate, like a cat stretching before it pounced. She walked toward him, each step soft on the wooden floor. Denji’s breath hitched.

Denji nodded dumbly and stumbled toward the door. He didn’t remember leaving the apartment or riding the train home. All he knew was that her lips had been on his skin, and for the first time in his life, a reward didn’t feel like a trap. makima gives denji reward

Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?”

His mouth went dry. Every fantasy he’d ever had—every stupid, lonely dream from his shack days—flooded back. But standing in front of her , he couldn’t say any of it. She was too far above him. Too perfect. Denji’s brain short-circuited

“You’ve earned something,” she said, stopping just a foot away. She smelled like tea and rain. “A reward.”

“That’s all?” he blurted, then immediately regretted it. Makima rose from her chair

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his forehead. Just a gentle kiss. Chaste. Simple. Denji stood frozen, feeling the ghost of her mouth on his skin long after she pulled back.