Dear Makima

If there was one thing she found agreeable about her idol's vessel, it was that he, perhaps on some primal level, understood the frivolity of obscuring himself from her. No, instead he seemed eager to bare every part of himself. Every face he knew he could make he had made seen to her of his own will. No one else had sought to make it this easy for her.

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In one world, Makima would show Denji a taste of love and leverage it for a favor; the slaying of the Gun Devil. In this world Denji would never know Makimas' affection, and all the terror held within it.

This is not that world.

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Denji x Makima fanfic

Cross posted from Archive of Our Own