haruka's girlfriend | denji x reader (DISCONTINUED)

21 | wine and dine

Things came to a halt, and Denji and the host shared a few more words before, and finally, his hands peeled off your body. Your eyes fluttered open. The restaurant was warm, the lights were milky, easy on the eyes, and a tone of relaxing yellow. The table was secluded, right to a large oaky wall and the ends of the restaurant. The restaurant was decorated with pristine chandeliers. The table was classy, it was covered in a white table cloth and expensive cutlery. There were even multiple sets of forks and spoons laid out and two sets of cloth napkins. The dark oak infrastructure was met with frilly white decorations, the theme reminding you of a nice trip in Venice.

"Whoa." You cupped hands over your lips. Admiration twinkled a constellation in your eyes.

Denji pulled out your chair for you, a brilliantly playful smirk on his face. "My lady." He said.

You walked over, tucking your dress in and sitting down. "Why thank you, good sir." You said. He pushed your chair in and scrambled to the other side to sit down.

His eyes met yours again, and you couldn't help to giddily laugh. Your feet reached for his beneath the table, your shoe hitting his ankle. You were going to caress him, but it seems like Denji didn't get the memo. He shot a light, playful kick to your feet. You gasped in shock. Narrowing your eyes, you pushed your shoes in for an attack, and he giggled wildly, sending a retaliation immediately.

"Stop playing footsies with me." He laughed.

Confusion smote your face. "You started it." You whisper-yelled.

He wrapped bkth his legs around yours, trapping you and pulling them into his. "No, you attacked me." He said. Your feet stroked the inside of his calves.

"Truce... Baby." You forgot you were now, offically dating. You had to say it one more time. He melted once again, fervent, fangirlish giggles bubbling from behind his lips. His smile reached his eyes, adding beautiful wrinkles to the corners of them.

"True, baby." He repeated excitedly. "Baby, cause you're my girlfriend now." He placed his hands on the table, leaning forward cheerily.

You couldn't help but replicate after him, posting your elbows up and resting your heavy, lovesick head against your palm. "You're my boyfriend." You felt his foot stroke you back, his heel caressing the side of your ankle. "My Denji..." You whispered.

"Oh, (Y/n)." His voice grew faint. He leaned up against the ta--

"Hello, my name is Jiri, and I'll be your server. Please enjoy your hot bread." Menus and a basket of warm, steamy bread was passed onto your table. The startle made you fly away from the table.

"Thanks, Jiri." Denji said. His eyss weere jeweled with glittery diamonds, awe, and excitement stamping their love into his eyes. He was looking like a kid in a candy store. Had he never been in a fancy restaurant like this? "This is my girlfriend, (Y/n)." He pointed at you, and blood rushed to your face.

The server, Jiri, looked at you humorously, her eyebrows quirking up. "She's very pretty." She nodded.

You wanted to sink away, and your hands nervously gripped your skirt.

"I know!" Denji gasped brightly. He shot up passionately.

"T-Thank you..." You stammered, your eyes falling to the table.

"Are those West High Uniforms?" Jiri asked, her eyes finding their way back to Denji. "My little sister attends. She's got a friend with the same name as you (Y/n)." Her smile was inviting and friendly.

"Oh! It probably is her then. (Y/n)'s really popular and cool." Denji said.

"I'll be sure to tell her I saw you two. I'll give you two times to check over the menus, and I will be right back." Jiri said, her ponytail swaying as she bowed and took her leave.

Denji hurriedly stuffed hus face with bread, and you swore you could grab him right then. He was bragging on you to your server! How embarrassing was that?

"Mmh! (Y/n)-(Y/n). This is real- goodf!" Denji barked between full bites.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You eat like you've never been in a restaurant before." You teased, reaching and whipping the crumbs off his lip. He froze to let you take care of him, and as soon as your hand went down, he chuckled.

"I've only been one other time. But I didn't get to eat." He said, launching into his next bite.

"Ooh? Was it with Power?" You smiled.

"Nah," He snorted. "We ordered in!" He grinned, chuckling at the memory. You giggled at his fondness, your eyes falling to the bread. "That reminds me, I gotta get you a big boquet, (Y/n)!" He cheered.

"Okay." You smiled. You pulled out the menu with a chuckle. The items here were heavily Italian foods. Much more to your surpise, not a single item had a price beside it. Your smile faltered your lips, clamming close. Awkwardly, you peeked up at Denji.

Did you guys have enough money?

Denji was still destroying the bread, his pointy razors leaving comically shaped bite marks into it. He looked so happy. There was no way you'd tell him the fear you had. Worst case, you'd call Barem. He'd gladly pay for it all.

You lowered back into the menu.

A flush sprung up as an idea crossed your mind. "Wanna share a fettuccine like in the movies, Denji?" Your voice was shy. You couldn't help but hide behind the menu.

He gasped, "Yes! Oh... Wait... I wanted a steak..." He breezed into a whispered towards the end. You powered the menu in curiosity, finding him drifting off in thought.

"Eh, you can get your steak if you want it." You said. You only really ask red because you wanted to feed him.

"Really?" He asked in awe.

"Yes?" Yoi wee heavy with confusion. "I'm not controlling you, silly. Eat whatever you like." You teased.

He smiled brightly. "Okay. Gonna get a juicy ribeye!" He leaned back in his chair, tossing his hands out.

"Shh! Denji, table manners." You reached for him, and he shrunk with a mischievous giggle.

"Oops..." He snickered. He picked up the menu, finally taking his time to browse through it. "Would you be interested in some, red carb-uh... Carbluh.... Carbernt'?"

"Red Cabernet?" You asked.

"Yeah!"

"That's wine." You said.

"Don't want to wine and dine me, (Y/n)?" His eyes lidded, his eyebrows lowered. You gasped and covered your face. He started to laugh wonderfully, but you ended it quickly by kicking him playfully. "Ow!"

"Stop it." You whispered from between your fingers.

"Hehe. How about the Sparkling Plum Strawberry Punch?" He peered, rocking back with his menu.

"That would be nice." You said. You leaned against your palm, your free hand falling to draw circles into the cloth.

"Hello, are you ready to order?" Jiri footsteps approached, her calm voice dear to your ears.

"Yeah!" Denji barked.