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

found girl | 30

Just a reminder that I don't use "()" for author's comments, and instead use them grammatically. Some people were confused, but I've removed them after clarification 👍🏾

Enjoy the chapter. 🦹🏾‍♀️
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"Ma'am,"

"Ma'am please! If you could tell us where you last remember having your hand! Ma'am? Ma'am!" The nurse called from the stretcher, her voice trembling yet her demeanor as calm as the sea.

The nurse was somewhat strong; strength was something that I and Denji failed to maintain.

Kishibe was going to kill me for this, seriously.

The nurses were wheeling down (Y/n) (L/n) in a stretcher, twisting their way down halls, around patients, all while figuring out what exactly they wanted to do with the girl. Meanwhile, Denji and I were hot on their tails, trying our hardest to fight the balls of nerves that spiked up our bodies.

"Ma'am—" the nurse chimed.

"Secon... suhm... Secon... Hall... classroom... bathro.. A... thirty..." a voice so small, so drained, so defeated would boom through the silence.

"Ma'am? Could you re—"
"Ah! I know where that is! The second floor's second hall bathroom by classroom 4-30!" Denji blurted out. In a rush, the boy scooted up by the nurses, of whom only gave him looks. "I'll get it! I promise!"

"Sir, you couldn't possibly! That school is still an active devilzone... We are unsure if there aren't any more devils! It is too risky to send children!"

"Ma'am, we're devil hunters ourselves. I can assure you." I butted in.

Swiftly I pulled out my wallet, grabbing the ID my organization gave me, and showing it the the working woman. She stopped, allowing the other nurses to continue locating (Y/n), while she inspected my ID. "Devil hunters this young? Boy what have we came to... Alright! Stay right here, I'll go get the retrieval equipment. Keep your friend in check!" The nurse hummed. Within a flash, she'd rush through the hallways before dipping beyond sight.

(Y/n)...
How could I not have... No, now is not any time to be doubting. I should focus on getting her hand. Denji and I—

Wait.

Where's Denji?

My head scoped around the surrounding area, while my heart almost failed me at the idea.

Denji must've been still chasing after (Y/n)!

Furiously, I began a polite jog down the hallways I had last seen them turn to, my eyebrows weaving as I looked down each open door we crossed. To locate Denji in a huge hospital like this would be impossible! Why did he always have to run off like that? Didn't he know how to listen?

"(Y/n)!"
I heard a familiar voice abruptly yell.
Found him.

Dotting down a hallway, I finally could see the stretcher in sight, where Denji was following so sadly like some lost puppy. His eyes were drooped, his fingers were picking at his skin, all while his feet aimlessly followed her unconscious body. Yet, as I continued to approach, I noticed something in his demeanor slowly change.

His nervous eyebrows would think furrowed, his breath to tighten, and for his eyes to glow a sudden gleam. It was subtle, but powerful in its own charismatic way.

There, there stood an unnoticed determination burning in his ambers, a force like flame dancing and crackling deep in his spirit.

"Sir you can't follow us any further—"
"(Y/n)! Don't you worry, I'll do whatever it takes to get your hand back! As your b... As your boyfriend I can't sit by allow you to suffer, 'just can't do it! That hand of yours will return to you! I can promise you that from the bottom of my heart!" He yelled, desperate to close gap between him and 'his', but with no avail from the nurses.