dakishimetai | denji

十

"You did a good job today." Ame softly spoke, taking the bento box in her hands, wrapping the cloth before placing it on top of the bed side table, besides the empty white plate. From her peripheral vision, she caught sight of Denji showing to her the top of his head, rubbing his hair on her arm.

At first, Ame didn't know what Denji was trying to tell her. Is there something on his hair? Ame thought about it for a second before it clicked to her. Letting out a faint sound of chuckle, she placed her hand on top of his head, gently patting it.

"Good work today." She praises him once more.

In the midst of getting a head pat from the girl he likes, Denji lifts his head up, placing both of his hands on hers, not wanting her to retract from him. "Today, I almost died too. The bat devil swallowed me, a leech devil stabbed me with it's slimy tongue and I momentarily lost an arm too!" Slowly, Denji breaks into a smile while looking at Ame. "Do I get another dying wish?"

"What's your wish?" Ame suddenly spoke. On the outside, it may seem that she was calm, collected and ready to hear what Denji has to wish for. But on the inside, she was struck by sudden confusion. She wasn't suppose to say those words, but it spilled past her lips.

Denji, her thousandth person with thousandth wish, so many defectives to it. Everything even feels faulty, but Ame did not feel a single ounce of regret.

A faint color of pink casts over Denji's cheeks. "May I...feel your breasts?"

Now the two of them stared at each other while blushing, Ame's face heating up at the idea of a boy fondling her breasts. Without giving much thought, she nodded to her head. Denji's smile immediately widened, but before he could place both of his hands on her chest, Ame stops him.

"On one condition" She spoke to him, "You need to get discharged from the hospital first."

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When the following morning arrived and Denji got dispatched from the hospital, Ame stayed inside her room, staring up at the ceiling with her arms and legs sprawled on her futon. She knew she needed to get up and help Aki prepare breakfast, but something in her made her feel like she needed to take everything easy today.

What did the girls feel when their partners feel their breasts? Did they feel euphoric? ecstatic? Do they go on a frenzied state? Of course she doesn't know, after years of being alone, single and cursed really didn't help kill her curiosity.

Trying it out for herself, she placed both of her hands on her breasts, massaging them in a circular motion. When she didn't feel euphoric nor ecstatic, Ame groaned and got up from her futon. Heading to the bathroom to do her morning routine before joining them for breakfast.

When the night comes, you would think that Ame's washing the dishes or drying them in the kitchen besides Aki or watching on the television with Denji or perhaps, petting Nyako with Power since Makima decided that she would be living with them. But apparently not.

The wish angel, who apparently, everyone prays to, is currently holding onto a plunger, unclogging Power's excretion from earlier.

"What are you doing?"

Ame's eyes widened, jolting in her spot before whipping her head to turn and look at the person who suddenly popped inside the bathroom.

"You should have let that stink devil do the chore." Denji spoke to her, letting out a 'tch' sound before entering inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking a hold of the plunger before he makes his turn unclogging the toilet.

"She doesn't eat her vegetables and has the audacity to throw them off her plate and what's so hard about flushing their own shit?" Denji complains, wiping off a single sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I'll try to teach her how to!" Ame pipes in

But Denji could only shook his head. "Don't bother. She'll probably say that she's the kind of person who doesn't do this or that." He told her, cleaning the plunger before placing it back under the sink.

"...I see" Ame responded before nodding her head. "I'll still give it my best tomorrow!" She added.

Looking at her with a puppy look, Denji's cheeks flushed pink. "C-Can I have my wish now?" He stammered. Ame mirrored his expression before biting her lower lip, slowly nodding her head.

"Let's be comfortable like this" Denji whispers, placing the toilet lid down so he could sit down, gently taking Ame's wrist to direct her to sit between his legs. As Ame could feel his hot breath against her ear, her heart raced.

"How many times do I get to squeeze it?" He whispers to her.

Ame's blush deepened. "Squeeze it as many times as you want." She mumbles. And with that, she felt a pair of hands landing on her clothed breasts from behind, gently squeezing it. A soft moan escapes her lips, hearing her sound made something raise in Denji, and it wasn't the hair on his arms.

"These are the most beautiful breasts on the planet." He whispers, "So round and so soft." He added, turning his hold around her breasts a little firm and tightly.

Both of their minds were clouded with fog. Ame's mind foggy from being touched from behind while Denji's mind foggy from feeling the girl he likes' breasts. The two of them unable to fall asleep quickly that night.