Denji Reward !!top!! — Makima Gives

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 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

“You can go,” she said without looking back. “Rest. You’ll need your strength for the next mission.” His mouth went dry

“What kind of reward?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. She was too far above him

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

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.