Makima Gives Denji Reward [better] 95%

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

“You’ve earned something,” she said, stopping just a foot away. She smelled like tea and rain. “A reward.”

“That’s all?” he blurted, then immediately regretted it. makima gives denji reward

“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.”

“I… I dunno,” he lied.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his forehead. Just a gentle kiss. Chaste. Simple. Denji stood frozen, feeling the ghost of her mouth on his skin long after she pulled back.

It felt like a leash. And he was grateful for it. “You can go,” she said without looking back

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.