“I… I dunno,” he lied.
She turned and walked back to her desk, as if nothing had happened. Denji stood there, face burning, heart doing backflips. He touched the spot where she’d kissed him. 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?” “I… I dunno,” he lied
No Aki. No Power. Just him and Makima, the woman who could make his chest tighten with a single glance. “I… I dunno
Makima laughed—a quiet, musical sound. “For now.”