The homeless people were starting to catch onto his cigarette scam, so it wasn't like he could hustle. Denji was posed up by a brick wall, sauntering forward step by step, his hands were begrudgingly in his pockets, and his jaw was slack. All along the wall were posters strung about of Asa Mitaka's face. She was stealing all his kills and proclaimed her a hero. All she was, a cheap copycat, just like the rest of them.
He tried not to let it make him sad, but it stung so bad.
He wanted the whole world to know, to appreciate him for all the deaths he endured slaughtering devils. With a sigh, he made his way down the block, finding a cozy little bench next to vending machines. He crouched by the vending machine with a sigh. He could go for a bag of chips. It might make him feel better.
He leaned his head against the glass.
"Which one did you want?" That voice - Denji shot up like a race horse, his orange eyes landing on -
"(Y/n)!" He cheered.
There you were, your pretty face bubbling up in fond surpise. You had your devil hunter club hat on and were still in your uniform, just like him. But boy, was your face a breath of fresh air. All that longing, all those emotions, it all came bubbling up faster than he could even feel it.
He grabbed you, and he sunk his lips into you. He held you so tightly so you couldn't ever disappear again. He felt you stutter into the kiss, but it didn't take you any long to melt. Your arms found his favorite place for them to be, slung around his waist. And his arms slung around your neck. Your nose brushed against his cheek and sparked a fervent heat tickled up his body.
He missed you. He missed this.
"Uh." A voice mumbled.
It wasn't a voice he recognized, so he certainly didn't care. You broke for air, and your beautiful eyes peered up into his. His heart stopped, and he cupped your face while he panted, "Where'd you go... Why'd you go..." He whispered.
"Sorry... I'm here now." Your eyes fell back to his lips, staring down at them. Your hands pulled at his hips, forcing his body closer to yours. "I'm fully yours now, denji... no more haruka." You whispered. And a smile erupted from his face.
He pressed his lips into you again, peppering hammering kisses all along your face. You giggled wildly, Music to his ears, and your hands smoothed their way to his chest. He seized the opportunity and grabbed you by the waist. He picked you straight up into the air and spun you about. Your laugh rippled through the air, your hands sinking to grip his pretty shoulders.
"Denji!"
His name sounded so romantic coming out of your lips.
He grinned ear to ear. "You're all mine now!" Denji squealed fangirlishly.
You threw your head back, and a roaring laughter vibrated up from your throat. He pulled you back down into him and hungrily sunk his lips into peppering your cheeks. "Ah! Denji!" You giggled, squinting your eyes close.
"Gonna bite these cheeks off!" He grinned.
"Noo! Don't eat me." You laughed, shivering at the grazing of his pointy teeth.
"Gonna eat you up, (y/n)! You can't stop me." Truth be told, his hold on you was so light, you could breathe hard, and he'd be sent flying. His nibbling teeth poked at your cheeks. As much as he wanted to take a soft bite, his pointy gators would probably break through your skin.
But oh, your swelling laugh was more than worth it, though. Your head grew even heavier, your body sluggishly leaning back into his chest, and your loud, booming sound intoxicated his ears. Oh, you were just a dream.
You left your neck wide open, and while fighting in the middle of a war, revealing your weakness to the enemy was fatal! And fatal did as fatal should, killing you in an instant. "Mwah!" Denji dive-bombed a series of peppered kisses onto your exposed neck, and you squirmed and gasped. If there was a way for your laugh to get any louder, it was definitely unlocked here.
He could feel the glare of passerby on the next street over, and subsequently, you felt it too. You cupped a hand over your giggling lips.
Oh, how he wished you were home. There he could kiss you, and you could laugh as loud as you wanted without public scrutiny.
"Uh." There was that voice again. Denji's eyebrows furrowed, but once again, he brushed it off.
His precious love pulled away from him, trying to back away. He grinned, stepping forward and stealing her hands. "No way I'm letting you go." He whined, pouting. "You didn't even call me (y/n)..." He whined. Childishly, he sunk into your body, dropping his head on your shoulder and leaning over to hug you.
"I'm sorry, Denji. I was the club." You scrubbed his blonde head, and he giggled wistfully at the affection. "I'll make it all up to you, Denji..." You kissed his head.
He looked up at his love, pressing his bottom lip all the way out. "You promise?"
"I'll do it right now! Let's go on a date." You said.
Denji gasped sharply, shooting upright in alarm. A date? A date with his highness? His one and only princess? What kind of date? Shopping date, movie date - if he was honest, he didn't mind going home and lounging around with you.
"Movie, Shopping, or home date?" He asked.
"Sure!" You chimed.
"Sure?"
"Sure! We've got the rest of our lives to go on dates. There's no stopping to how many!" He pumped his fist straight into the air, cheering with a loud bellow. You cackled at him and smacked his shoulder. He only giggled more.
"Hey, (y/n)." He chimed.
"Yes, baby?" Your smooth voice buttered straight into his ears. He blinked rapidly off guard, his shoulders dropping, his eyes going doey.
"Baby?" He whispered.
You flushed, shaking your head bashfully.
"Baby." He grinned. Pet names. "So you're my girlfriend now." He smiled.
"I am your girlfriend." You said.
"That means I can do this." Denji reached and slung an arm over your shoulder, just like Haruka did so many times before. Denji pulled you into his chest and let his arm rest. "Now you're the girl on my arm now! How's that, Fart-Ruka?" He flashed his pointy teeth. You didn't say anything. When he looked back into your eyes. Your expression was helpless, your eyes gleaming with intense adoring, your mouth agape as I'd you were captivated. Captivated by him. A blush stole his cheeks, a touched smile growing on his lips. You reached up and grabbed his chin, and just like that, you pulled his pretty lips straight to your mouth.
The friction was wonderful, each time you kissed, it felt fresh- something that could never go stale.
"Excuse me." There was that stupid voice again.
Denji pulled from your kiss, darting a rageful glare at the sound. There stood an uncomfortable boy in a hood, his eyes were blue, and his hair was black. Denji's face scrunched. "Who're you." He grunted.
"I'm -"
Before the man could even start, Denji's lips were back on his girlfriend's, burying himself into her and kissing her tenderly. His fingers stroked down-
"
Alright, that's enough!" The boy from earlier ripped them apart, sending Denji stumbling back into the vending machine.
He bounced against it with a grunt, ans his eyebrows immediately furrowed. Denji shot forward at the stranger, clenching two angry fists. "What gives!" He barked.
"I've been trying to say something for minutes but all you've been doing is suking wachtoehrs faces!" The ravenette crossed his arms. The boy has a stack fo cash in his hands, a blue hoodie, and a black blazer on top of it. He was just asking for trouble. "My name is Miri Sugo, and I'm the long sword devil." He flipped his hood off his face, and Denji's face warped in fresh anger.
Before he could dwell on it, he felt yoir hand steal his. All his attention was stolen passionately. "Denji." You said, and he melted under you mischievous gaze.
"Yes, babe?" He jeered.
"Steal that guy's money and take me shopping."
Without any further ados, Denji launched a kick straight into Sugo's chest. "Beat it!" He yelled. The blow connected briskly like an erupting meteor, and in surpise, Miri slipped to the ground. Sugo's head clocked againdt thr oavement. Denji wasted no time and bent and snatched the money straight out of his hands. Sugo tried to fight back, but he was no match.
"Run." (Y/n)'s hand pulled Denji off, their feet frantically hitting the concrete.