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spoiling denji for a day !!

He never told you much about before.

Not really. Just pieces- half sentences, half laughs. Enough for you to put it together: how small his life used to be, how empty it was.

When you found out, he laughed it off, scratching his neck like it was nothing. "Not a big deal," or at least that what he said.

But it was a big deal.

Because the way he said it- so casual, so normal- made your stomach twist.

So you made it your mission.

It started with breakfast.

He woke up in your apartment to the smell of something actually cooked. Not from a pan that looked like it had seen war, not burnt convenience food- real food.

“You… made all this?” Denji asked, blinking at the spread like it was a magic trick.

“Mmhm. Eat up.”

He hesitated, then stuffed half a pancake in his mouth and mumbled through it, eyes wide.

"Wooahhh, This is- This is good.”

And that was only the beginning.

You dragged him out for the day—no warning, no explanation. Just,

"Put on something nice.”

“Do I even have something nice?”

“You do now.”

He complained the whole car ride, half whining, half smiling, until you pulled up to a mall so big it made him go quiet.

"Uh. Babe? I think we made a wrong turn. I don’t belong here.”

“You do today.”

Inside, you picked things he’d never even think to touch. Clothes that didn’t itch. Shoes that actually fit.

He tried to argue, of course.

"This stuff’s expensive. You don’t gotta—”

“I want to.”

He didn’t know how to argue with that.

Lunch was next.

A restaurant with linen napkins and real glasses of water instead of plastic cups. The kind of place where the chairs didn’t wobble and no one yelled in the kitchen.

He held the menu like it was written in another language.

"They got pictures?”

You smiled. “No, but I’ll help you pick.”

He ordered what you recommended, and when the food came, he looked almost scared to touch it.

“Feels like they’re gonna kick me out if I drop my fork or somethin’.”

He just stared at his plate for a moment before whispering,

“Man, this is nuts.”

You leaned your chin in your hand, watching him eat- slowly, carefully, like every bite was something sacred.

By the time you reached the park that evening, his arms were full of shopping bags and he’d stopped trying to protest.

The sky was pink. And Denji was quiet- quiet in a way that didn’t feel awkward.

He dropped onto the grass with a sigh, spreading out the bags beside him.

"You know… no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

You lay down next to him, staring up at the sky. “You deserve nice things.”

"Yeah, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I dunno how to say this without sounding dumb. I just- 'M not used to it. Feels weird. Like I’m gonna wake up and it’ll all be gone.”

You turned your head toward him. “It’s not going anywhere.”

He swallowed, eyes flicking from your face to the clouds. His voice cracked a little when he said,

“You really mean that, huh?”

"Every word.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. Just stared up at the fading sky, blinking fast.

Then, softly-

“Thanks. For treating me like I’m… worth something.”

The words hit you harder than he probably meant them to.

You reached over, brushing your fingers against his. “You’ve always been worth something, Denji. You just didn’t have anyone to remind you.”

He turned his hand over, letting you hold it.

No more jokes. No awkward laughter. Just warmth- real, steady warmth.

Later, back home, you found him sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at one of the shirts you bought him.

“You okay?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just thinkin’.”

You sat beside him.

"About what?”

"I used to dream about stuff like this. Food. A bed. Someone who gave a crap.”

He looked at you, eyes glassy but soft.

“Feels like I’m livin’ someone else’s life.”

You smiled, reaching up to smooth his messy hair back. “Then it’s about time you live yours.”

He leaned into your touch, just a little.

He didn’t know what to say after that, so he didn’t say anything at all.

He just wrapped his arms around you and held you like he finally believed it- like all those empty spaces in his life had found a place to rest.

And for the first time, Denji didn’t feel like he was stealing a piece of happiness.

out of touch, out of time

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