Makima Gives: Denji Reward

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.

“You can go,” she said without looking back. “Rest. You’ll need your strength for the next mission.” makima gives denji reward

She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Her palm was cool, soft. Denji forgot how to breathe. Denji nodded dumbly and stumbled toward the door

Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?” “You can go,” she said without looking back

“I… I dunno,” he lied.

“You worked hard on the last mission,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. She sat at her desk, fingers laced together, chin resting on them. Those eyes—those strange, hypnotic rings—fixed on him. “The Eternity Devil. The Katana Man. You’ve bled for Public Safety. For me.”