[Asa’s so fucking confusing Denji’s kind of given up trying to decipher her. he wants to understand her more as a person—like that nauseating realization he had about Asa’s sexual autonomy and stuff… but like this, he just has to kinda roll with shit. there’s no other way to survive her.
Denji’s eyes are still closed when he feels Asa’s kiss on his cheek—which isn’t what he was hoping for. but it still makes him smile, cheeks blushing a little. it’s still a win to Denji. despite all the trauma he has around kissing, it’s still simply the best. any kind of kiss.
man, he wants to make out, though. he’s pretty sure that he’s never made out with Asa—probably just Yoru…
wait he’s getting distracted. he blinks.]
Are you saying I’m your boyfriend?
[his eyes narrow as he grins, his heart thudding happily. he wants to make out, but… he has to meet Asa where she’s at, probably. he’s used to women setting the pace anyway, so. Denji scoots forward, brushing her hair out of her face to kiss her forehead.
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Denji’s eyes are still closed when he feels Asa’s kiss on his cheek—which isn’t what he was hoping for. but it still makes him smile, cheeks blushing a little. it’s still a win to Denji. despite all the trauma he has around kissing, it’s still simply the best. any kind of kiss.
man, he wants to make out, though. he’s pretty sure that he’s never made out with Asa—probably just Yoru…
wait he’s getting distracted. he blinks.]
Are you saying I’m your boyfriend?
[his eyes narrow as he grins, his heart thudding happily. he wants to make out, but… he has to meet Asa where she’s at, probably. he’s used to women setting the pace anyway, so. Denji scoots forward, brushing her hair out of her face to kiss her forehead.
there.]
Guess I am pretty lucky after all.