You're my dream girl.🌸 | Denji x Reader

shoes on bridges | chp 1

Sometimes when I dream, I see this girl staring at me. Smiling at me. Giggling, laughing, shining almost.

Her teeth are bright pearls, her eyes are warm and bubbly.
She's beautiful.

When I'm tired, she holds me so closely, and she always runs her hands through my hair, just the way I like it. Her nails delicate massage my scalp, and she always takes away my nightly pain.

She's not like Makima, and I'm not sure I love her like Power, but I'm always so smiley with her.

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The glow of the white terrain beamed down on her lovely features, my greedy eyes eagerly sucking in the view of her curling lips. She's wearing a white shirt, maybe? I'm too groggy to notice. But her hands are around me, and her fingers are playing at the base of my neck.

She's humming, but I can't hear the tune.

Hesitantly, I reached for her face, cupping her cheek and sliding through the airy plane. Soon my nose caressed hers, my eyes brimming with a strange burn. Just as soon as I came to her, she'd snuggle me in closer to her body, coeing slow circles into my back. "I jus' wanna'," I whimpered, an overwhelming situation building in the pit of my throat. I hadn't noticed it before, but a swirling storm was brewing in my gut, not one of anger, but of confusion. "I wanna cry... 'Real... 'Real bad." I broke, watching up close as her eyes shifted around mines.

"Aw... Cry Denji, cry it all out—" "eughk..." She mumured, but the sound of her soothing, silky voice was soon drowned out by ugly, uncontrollably pitiful sobs. Emptiness rained on this calm moment, and every time I felt her touch, my mind...

"Cry on me, Denji. Release all that energy... I'm here."
Power... Aki.
I think I'm going crazy.

Two days ago, I walked by that very same bridge I always did on the way to the park. The one me and Nayuta pass by on our walks with the dogs, the very same one I told her to be careful of, cause the drop was high— that the water would break her bones and drown 'er in.

And for a weak second.
I took my shoes off by the edge.

Then I crept over the railing.

I'm not proud of that, and I'm even more ashamed that the little thought is always in the back of my mind.

But I didn't do it that day.
I'm Chainsawman, so I had put my shoes back on, hopped off the side, and I vowed to never come back again. 'Cause if I did...

"There there," she cooed, her voice addictively hushed, "shh... shhh... I'm here."

"argk," I sobbed.

Funny enough, two nights ago is when I started seeing her, my dream girl. Maybe she's just some delusion my mind created to keep me from that bridge. I don't know, I don't care too much.

"You don't care about a lot of things, do you?"

Yeah. Pretty much.

"But that's not true is it? You care a lot, maybe too much for your heart to handle."

Her words were like water, diluting my mud.

"I don't want to wake up right now," I cried, shaking my head gently into her. "You're... You're the only one who understands me. Please... don' make me go."
I can feel the sun's rising. My natural internal clock kicking bullets into my brain.

"Mmh... You've got no time here, dear."
I love it when she calls me that. "Life is wonderful, Denji. Enjoy it, if not for yourself, then for me."

Yet, I can't stop crying, even still as silent tears beamed down my cheeks. I felt so lonely, so worthless when I was awake, but here... she was always here to comfort me.

"I don' wanna go... I don' wanna... Please," I choked, watching helplessly as her hands eased forward and cupped one of my cheeks; as she pressed a gentle finger to my skin. Her softness rained on my face, like pelts of adoration breaking through my heart.

She laid her small touch on my cheek, by my left eye, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my chin, and finally, the corner of my lip. Her love, without words it moved mountains and made waves. It was like she always knew how to guide my emotions, persuade me with her thoughts.

Sometimes I wish she could just control me, end my—
No.
What am I saying?

"You want to live! I know you do,"

I wanna live. I wanna make my own decisions.
I want.
I wanna girlfriend.
Many girlfriends.

Within seconds, I was hit with a fluttery, flush feeling, one so light that it blowed away my sorrows; slowed the beating of my rapid heart.

"Give today your all, Chainsaw Man! Then tonight.."

A fuzzy feeling was growing in my leg, but it wasn't from here.

"If you do good, we can..."

A murmur jolted in my shoulder, once, then twice... maybe three times more

"Go out on a picnic, honey..."
That sounded amazing. A date with my dream girl?

"Denji." Finally, I fell from that plain, finding my leg jolting myself awake, the sound of a howl and a bark hard in my ears. A warmth was on my shoulders, a looming feeling bellowing over me. Groaning, my eyes flapped around, soon spotting the young girl perched over my mattress, her glowing little eyes on my figure.

"Ooh..." I grunted.

I'm awake now.

Tossing on my side, I glanced at the clock sitting a ways away, instinctively squinting at the time. Regardless, I couldn't even read it, there was dirt in my eyes.

"Nayuta... Yer' ready?" I croaked, earning a gentle nod from her. She was all dressed up in her uniform, her shoes laced up all eagerly for school. I must've slept in- or something. She had places to be, yet I had no place to call...

No.
I want to live.

Huffing softly, I slowly rose up, causing the little one to pop off me, rushing up to the door. Now standing, I yawned and stretched on the creeping wood floors, bare feet carrying me far to the door. Within no time, I slipped on some flip-flops, unlocking the door as hands clinged on to my pant leg.

Time to take Nayuta to school. Fun.