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

uniform | chp 14

It's been day four without Denji, and I'm not even sure who I am anymore.

I feel like I'm crazy.

I'm so crazy...

I remember crying on the streets as a child, going hungry for days on end, clinging to Pochita like my life depended on it. I remember this one time I successfully stole canned tomatoes from a store and the clerk chased me down and beat me over my theft. I remember a crippling, emptiness that swallowed my life whole, and the pleasures with posters that I used to fill the void with.

I remember staring dead into the eyes of Makima, and landing the final blow on my best friend. I remember watching my sister explode into pieces, splattering cake, and her severed head straight onto the floor.

But none of my life was ever mine.

I never had a childhood.

Yet here I was, suffering at night over memories I lived through yet could never call mines.

My memories... I've been filled with so many of stranger's thoughts that I'm not sure what is real any more.

I remember riding a bicycle down a cul-de-sac in South America with my Mom, of whom I hadn't noticed let go of my bike.

But I remember living in the Middle East, never having seen my parents yet being the richest person alive.

None of those memories were mine.

I don't know who I am.

But Denji's thoughts, his experiences.

They felt.
They were too real.

They were too sensitive, too emotionally crippling. Still I yearned for more of it, more of him. I wanted to drown myself in him, and I was almost freaked out with how much I of him I craved.

Yoshida was right.
I hate to say it.

But...

I'm learning now.

While Denji hates nuts, I found out that (y/n) loves pecans. While Denji has a distaste for cats, I find that (y/n) is quite friendly with the animal. I believe (y/n) likes green tea now too.

Finding where Denji ended and I began was refreshing, to say the least. Outside of the stress, paranoia, and occasional anxiety from our separation, I believed I was doing well.

If not then...
Better

Knock Knock

"Oh, uh come in!" I chimed, snapping my head from my desk and to the door. "Hey, just me." Yoshida called, a bag with the school's logo displayed proudly in his hand. "Picked you up a little something," he coed, leaning his back over on the desk and sliding the bag over in my sight.

"Ooh, fun." I cheered, slipping through the continents and ripping out the neatly folded clothes inside.

To my surprise, it was the girl's school uniform! It was beautiful! I had one for the first time ever! And it was tailored to fit me, the real me!

Before I even knew it, I bounced out of the chair, my eyes exploding with joy as I hopped from the desk to the vanity. Eagerly, I laid the uniform on my chest, pretending to wear it. "Yoshida!" I spiked out excitedly, whipping my head over to see him.

He was quiet though, staring at me through his hair that was tossed over his eyes, while his two fingers that were resting on his lips. "T-thanks for picking this up for me," I stuttered out, his demeanour causing me to instantly tense up.

His feet began to move after a while of him standing there, only building up my nerves as he took each step closer.

He was so stoic.