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.
No Aki. No Power. Just him and Makima, the woman who could make his chest tighten with a single glance.
“I… I dunno,” he lied.
“Then I’ll choose,” she said.
“You can go,” she said without looking back. “Rest. You’ll need your strength for the next mission.” makima gives denji reward
Makima tilted her head. A faint smile played on her lips. “What kind do you want, Denji?”
She turned and walked back to her desk, as if nothing had happened. Denji stood there, face burning, heart doing backflips. He touched the spot where she’d kissed him. Denji nodded dumbly and stumbled toward the door
It felt like a leash. And he was grateful for it.