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

handful | chp 24

"Mmr..."
I groaned, feeling hands running all over me. I was laying unnatural, I think...

My body was self-suspended upright; my butt pressed straight into hard plastic; while my legs were sprawled out over a hard floor. There was light burning into my closed eyelids, disturbing my peaceful sleep.

What hell?

"Mmm.. mm."
What made me feel all better was the sweet melody being hummed into my ears.

"Dreamy?" I mumbled groggily.

My eyes slowly peaked open, surprised to find that I was in the bathroom. Confused, I scanned over the room, gaining much needed information about my surroundings.

"Hmm.. mm..."
By the looks of it, I was currently sitting on a stool while (Y/n) stood in front of me. The girl was slowly buttoning up my uniform shirt, while humming a sweet tune.

"Denji," she cooed, "Finally up again?"

"Wha?" I murmured in confusion.

Today was that day (Y/n) and I were supposed to stay home on; the day (Y/n) was ready to meet Yuko on; the day of that test I wanted to skip; and finally, the day of the huge migraine Yoshida was gonna throw at me for letting (Y/n) come to school.

Once I finally remembered that context... I was nervous, for some reason.
But these feelings only grew as I looked over at (Y/n)'s pretty left hand, my mind lost in thought.

Oh!
(Y/n)'s left hand!

(Y/n) was equally gorgeous all over, but if there was a body part competition, her left hand would totally win over the others.

Her left hand had longer, sweeter looking nails than the other, and it was the one she used to hold me pre-do.. men-natally? Yeah. It was also the hand she used to hit me with whenever I said out of pocket things.

Well.

Honestly,
the real reason I like it so much was because...

She kissed me with it when I first got to hold her all those weeks ago.

I still remember it clearly—that day.

"I'm here! I'm right here... I ain't goin' anywhere away from you!"

My voice from my memory called.

This was right after Yoshida and Nayuta left to buy (Y/n) clothes; right after she popped out of me. I was about to take her into the bathroom here, sweetly promising her good things while she laid down on my mattress.

"Please... thank you." She hummed, her left hand's index fingers slipping down to press against her lips.

"Come on, I've gotcha'." I dug my hands under her body, shifting her around before standing straight up, and carrying her sickly body into the bathroom. She clung to me tightly, as if she had no intention of ever letting go.

As I settled her down in the bathtub, her left hand raised up to me, pressing her index fingers gently onto my lips. A spark ran down my spine at her touch, and my mind almost melted at her jester [CHP 9].

That secret, indirect kiss...
She thought I didn't notice it. But I did.

I'm not as dumb as people think I am.

"Denji, did you catch that... or are you falling asleep again?" (Y/n) whined, her bottom lip puffing outward. "Oh! 'ssory..." I blushed.