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

chainsaw man's identity | chp 21

"(Y/n)!"
A voice boomed across the small space, rippling in the walls and numbing my ears. The sound of it was so strong, so desperate that it caused me to tense up.

I was currently in the bathroom, checking myself in the mirror when the door burst open. Today was a new day! After some early morning protests from Yoshida, I was allowed to come into school. Today started off as normal as usual... but things were a little tense with Denji.

That was neither here or there really...

Nervously, I glanced to the door, watching as Mitaka stood there, letting it close behind her with a guilty look.

Mitaka.
The girl I didn't want to see today, at all. Especially after yesterday. I felt my heart grumbling deep in my chest already, an uneasy anxiousness diggings up my thoughts. With a fearful grunt, I stumbled far backwards, eyes widening at the sight of her.

She only seemed to fidget, her lips curling down as her eyes seemed to see right through me.
"Listen I'm really sorry about the other day..." She muttered, fiddling with her fingers as her eyes swiftly flew across the room. "I was told that you had ended up going to the hospital from shock... I just... I... I didn't know she was gonna say all of that stuff! You know?" She stammered, eyes begging into mines.

"I-I don't want to talk to you..."
The sound of my own voice came off less strong than what I had hoped it to be; as it stammered out of my bowels defensively.

"Don't be like that, please. You know how it is. I didn't... I didn't choose to be tagged or possessed... or whatever... Uhm."
Mitaka suddenly stepped forward, her palms open to show her friendliness. "I like Chainsaw Man, if that... reassures you any." Slowly, the gap between us would reduce, as she now stood a few feet before me, her body crouched just a little. "Please don't tell anyone about what happened, I really... really didn't mean it. Please (Y/n)."

With a uncomfortable grunt, my hands gripped chunks of my skirt, the hairs on my neck standing up. I didn't like this, I don't want to talk to her. She's a demon. I can't, I really can't. All this is too much. It's making me remember that funny part of my memories that wasn't Denji's, or anyone else's. Just mine.

I hated that, I didn't want to remember.

"What makes you think I would tell on you?" I mumbled tense. My eyes were wearily pinned on the girl, my heart threatening to explode. "I don't know... I just... scared you and all... She just thought you would be a bit more..." Mitaka mumbled. A fire ignited at her careless choice of words, an acidic anger bubbling off the brim in my throat.

"I spent 16 years of my life trapped in a realm where I was forced into helping a demon kill p... What about that... haa... makes you... urghk... huegh.."

"DONT VOMIT ON ME AGAI—"

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"Sorry Denji, Yoshida." I murmured, staring at my schools in the nurse's office. "I should have listened to myself. I should've kept you home, I'm sorry (Y/n)." Yoshida murmured, shaking his head sadly. "You're not coming to school tomorrow, I won't allow it." He hummed delicately, eyes flickering deep into mines, an odd air of power circling him.

"Tomorrow's the last day of this week though!" I cried with a pout.

"I'll stay home with ya'!" Denji beamed, and I swore my heart jumped when he spoke. Shyly, I brought my fingers together in my lap, shaking my head softly. "D... Don't worry Denji..." The boy only flushed at my words, unaware of how his hand flew to his hair gingerly. "I'm gonna stay with'cha. You could even... come over at mines."

His voice.

My eyes flew to his, the feeling of my face burning up only made my fidgeting worse. We hadn't talked about the kiss yet, but I could feel his eyes burning into me all during class.