Makima Gives Denji Reward [extra Quality] -

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?

She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Her palm was cool, soft. Denji forgot how to breathe. makima gives denji reward

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. Denji’s brain short-circuited

“You’ve earned something,” she said, stopping just a foot away. She smelled like tea and rain. “A reward.” She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek

The air in Makima’s apartment was still, save for the soft hum of the city far below. Denji stood in the middle of the room, hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look like he wasn’t nervous. His heart hammered against his ribs like a caged animal.

“That’s all?” he blurted, then immediately regretted it.