Part 20♥︎

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[Y/n pov]

My eyes finally began to awaken. Every second, medical equipment beeped, and I could hear it. They are all asleep, except one, as I turn to my left it was.
Denji...

Denji: "y/n Your awake I missed you"

Y/n: "but you visit me everyday?"

He sighed.

Denji: "I know but today is your last day getting out of the hospital."

Y/n: "finally huh?"

Denji: "yep By the way I drew this for you."

As he tore the paper out of the sketchbook he had taken from art class.

As he tore the paper out of the sketchbook he had taken from art class

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I examined this carefully. It was a lovely work of art.

Denji: "you remind me of a flower"

I silently look at him and smiled beautifully at him.

I saw Aki waking up upset. He got up and walked away. It's as if he overheard me and Denji's conversation.

[Denji pov]

Denji: "how do you say I love you in Spanish"

I was leaving the hospital at this point to meet my Spanish teacher. I promised to pick her up from the hospital because it was her last day.

Spanish teacher: "jaja denji is it for someone?"

Denji: "I don't know I guess"

Sitting face to face, I took out my note book to write it down.

Spanish: "okay first. t-e A-m-o"

Denji: "te amo"

As I wrote it word for word.

Spanish teacher: "yes now try to memorize it"

Denji: "yeah okay thank you"

I was on my way to pick up y/n from the hospital when I got a phone call.

.... It was makima

Denji: "hello?"

Makima: "can you please come to the building it's a emergency"

Denji: "yeah be right there"

                      

               [at the building]

When I arrived at Makima's office, I noticed her sitting down with a smile on her face.

Denji: "what the emergency?"

Makima: "come here and sit"

As she stood up. I did what I was told.

Denji: "miss makima I have to do something importan-"

Makima: "shhh"

She reached for my hand. And talk about something about sex. It didn't felt right.

But wasn't this my goal ponchita?

She then pressed my hand against her boob.

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