Can You Do Sukuna Seeing Reader Being Happy With Someone Else

Can you do sukuna seeing reader being happy with someone else🙏

( ♡ ) pairing : true form!Sukuna x s/o!reader

( ♡ ) warning : idk what the gender of the reader is 😭 gn probably , NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk bro

( ♡ ) a/n : hi there sweetheart, I hope this is good and is what you wanted. If not feel free to ask me again 🫶🏽

Echoes of Desire

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Lanterns flickered gently, illuminating the laughter and joy of the gathering that spilled out from the main hall. Sukuna leaned against a wooden pillar, his two faces hidden in shadow, watching as you mingled with the guests, your presence a radiant beacon amidst the revelry.

You were dressed in a beautifully ornate kimono, colors vibrant against the soft light, your laughter ringing like chimes in the cool evening air. Beside you stood a man, his charm evident as he engaged you in conversation, his smile making your eyes sparkle in a way that tugged at something deep within Sukuna.

He clenched his jaw, a surge of irritation bubbling beneath his stoic facade. The sight of you being so freely happy with someone else stirred a possessive flame within him, a feeling he had long thought buried under layers of indifference.

As the festivities continued, Sukuna’s frustration grew. He had watched you from afar, the way you leaned in to share a secret with the man, the way your hand brushed against his arm—each gesture igniting a primal urge within him. The thought that you could be happy without him gnawed at his insides.

“ Why do you waste your time with him ? “ Sukuna murmured to himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the corners of the celebration.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he stepped into the light, his presence drawing the attention of the nearby guests. You turned at the sound of his approach, surprise flickering across your features.

“ Sukuna,” you said, your voice a mix of joy and concern. “What are you doing here?”

“Observing,” he replied coolly, though the tension in his voice betrayed the tempest within. “ It seems you’ve found new entertainment. ” Your smile faltered slightly. “ It’s just a celebration. Everyone is having fun. ”

“ Fun? ” he echoed, a sharp edge to his tone. “ Is that what you call it? Spending time with a man who doesn’t know your worth ? “ You stepped closer, sensing the darkness that clung to him. “ He’s a friend, Sukuna. You know that.”

“ Friends do not make you glow with delight as you do with him, ” he snapped, unable to keep the jealousy from his voice. “ What does he offer you that I do not? “

The question hung heavily in the air, your heart racing at the challenge behind it. “ He doesn’t offer me anything more than companionship, Sukuna. But you—”

“Exactly!” Sukuna interjected, his voice a low growl. “ I am the King of Curses, not some common man to be tossed aside. Yet here I am, watching you be happy with someone else. “

You took a deep breath, grounding yourself against the storm brewing in his eyes. “ You need to understand that happiness isn’t just about being with someone powerful or dangerous. It’s about feeling safe, cherished. You can’t just assume I’ll choose you because of who you are. “

He stared at you, his two faces reflecting a mix of emotions—frustration, longing, and a flicker of vulnerability. “So you prefer him?”

“I don’t prefer anyone,” you said softly, stepping closer. “But you push me away with your darkness, Sukuna. You’ve built walls around yourself, and it’s hard to reach you.”

His expression softened at your words, the weight of truth settling in. He was silent for some moments before he spoke in a quiet tone “ I don’t want to lose you,” he confessed, the fierceness in his gaze faltering.

You placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “Then don’t. Show me that you can be more than the King of Curses. Show me that you can let me in.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, a flash of determination igniting within them. “I will not let anyone take you from me,” he declared, his voice low and filled with intent. “If he makes you happy, then I will make you happier.”

You smiled, warmth flooding through you. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just be yourself. Let me see the man beneath the curse.”

The night felt alive as you stood before him, the air thick with unspoken promises. Sukuna leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin, and in that moment, everything around you faded away. The laughter and chatter of the festival became distant, replaced by the intensity of his gaze.

“You are the light I didn’t know I needed,” he murmured, inching closer. “Let me show you how a king can love.”

As his lips brushed against yours, a spark ignited—a connection that transcended the darkness surrounding him. You could feel his walls crumbling, the fierce determination to change enveloping you both.

When the kiss broke, Sukuna looked into your eyes, the weight of the world seeming to lift. “I won’t let you go, not to anyone else,” he vowed.

And with that promise, you stepped away from the shadows of uncertainty, embracing the light of your bond, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

In the Heian night, amidst the celebration and laughter, two souls found their way back to each other, forging a connection that would defy the darkness, a love that could conquer all.

- 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 // 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗼

( ♡ ) pairing : at the ball of his birthday, he invites you to dance

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, demon!reader, fluff, random talk, Diavolo pick me choose me love me please

( ♡ ) 🗒️a/n : i actually got this idea when I was in hospital 💀 anyway, fluff with Diavolo <33

" Hello there. " Diavolo, the Demon Prince, greets his guests " I'd like to thank you all for coming here tonight on my behalf. " he smiles. Oh God, that smile of his. " It would seem that today's my birthday… By the way, could anyone here possibly tell me how old am I now ? Because I'd like to know myself. " he said and the people demons start laughing at his joke.

Diavolo smiles " All joke aside, I'd like it if you all used my birthday as an excuse to have a good time. So enjoy yourselves! " he finally said and the others cheer.

You sigh and go sit by yourself, but not before grabbing a drink. You examine the room, looking for someone to judge in silence. But then someone got in front of you. Frowning, you look up " Could you f- " Diavolo smiles at you " Shall we dance ? " your mouth opened in shock. Damn, this man, the Demon Prince, wanted to dance, but not only that, he wanted to dance with you.

You look at him nonchalantly, trying to look cool " Your Majesty- *ahem* yes, of course " you say getting up and taking his hand.

And then slowly, he grabbed your waist with his big hand and took your left hand in his. You moved to the rhythm of the classical music that was playing and oh my Goodness, this man knows how to move and you, of course, followed his steps.

" You dance very well " he compliments. You try not to looking away and take his compliment " I'm just copying the steps you're doing " you say in a low tone " Pardon ? " you look at him " Ah, I said 'thank you' " he chuckles " You can't fool me, lady. " you raise your eyebrows " Lady ? And what if I'm older than you ? " he was taken aback from your reply and you can't help but smile.

Seeing the light in your eyes he, somehow, wanted to smile too. He then let a relieved chuckle " You fooled me. " you smile " I didn't mean to, Your Majesty. Is just that you believed me right away " you say " So you're saying that I shouldn't trust you. " Your smile " So I'm not a worthy person to have the Prince trust ? " " Of course you are. "

" Oh, and, thank you. You told me I dance well. But to be honest, you're the one who leads " you say " I don't know how to dance " he admits, looking at you face " You don't know how to dance?! " you wishper smiling " Don't look at me like that. I sing your paycheck " he said but you didn't ask about the last part " You've been on this type of parties for years, and you've never learned how to dance? " you ask titling your head " I'm excellent at coming up with excuses. " he smirks " Would you like me to teach you ? " you ask with hope " Actually, that's a good idea ! And I'm also free after the party. "

Diavolo then starts looking through the room himself. And you found yourself staring at him. You look at every detail of his face. From the sharp jawline, to te way his red hair looks under the light. People may call him dangerous, but for you, he was a comforting place .

" You're staring again " you blink " Huh ?…what do you mean again " you try not rising your voice " It's not the first time I catch you looking at me " you couldn't feel more embarrassed right now " But I'm not complaining. I love the way your eyes look at my every move. " you smile awkwardly, and he could feel the tension " But, I'm telling you a secret now " he leans in and you just look in his eyes and nod " Time to time, I find myself staring at you too " he wishpers and you fake a little gasp, covering your mouth with your hand " Really ? " you playfully ask. The both of you giggle. But inside, you were burning flames. Diavolo just said that sometimes he stares at you !

Your giggles finally died down, and you look at him again, but now he wasn't looking at you. He was looking at some girl over. Oh. Maybe he already grow bored of this conversation. It wasn't interesting at all, so you don't blame him but maybe, were you the reason ? She was so pretty and you couldn't help yourself. But after all, he's a Prince. Royal blood. He deserves someone as good as him. When you two turned to face each other, the music stopped. You bit your cheek and step back a little " You, should dance with others too, your Majesty " you bow a little.

The music started again.

Diavolo frowns " I want to dance with you, [name] " ah, the way he says your name makes you shiver. You look at him again " No, I'm fine, I'm not worthy of such attention-" he grabs your hands and place them on his chest " Of course you are. You're worthy of my love " he firmly said "…Love? " you repeat shocked, your eyebrows raised and your lips slightly parted " I'm saying I like you "

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mad love // Mammon

( ♡ ) pairing : Mammon x fem!girlfriend!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, human!reader , NOT PROOF READ , jealous Mammon , kinda cringe

The tension in the room escalated, you couldn't help but feel a sense of weariness wash over you. The argument between Mammon and Satan had spiraled out of control, and now it seemed like violence was on the verge of erupting. Beel held Mammon back with a grip, trying to prevent any further escalation.

Satan's warning hung in the air, his frustration evident in his voice. He had reached his breaking point, unable to tolerate Mammon's jealous ass reckless behavior any longer. The demon of greed, however, seemed unfazed by the threat, his defiance shining through his retort. His stubbornness refused to back down, even in the face of potential consequences.

" All right , do it , punch me . See what will happen next ! " Mammon's challenge hung in the air, daring Satan to follow through with his threat. The room fell silent, the tension thickening with each passing second.

Satan yelled, "You wanted this!" and swung his fist, hitting Mammon in the face, causing his head to turn to the side. Levi watched the altercation and bit his lip, quickly looking away. "damn" he thought.

Asmo angrily grabbed Satan's arm, trying to calm him down. His fingers dug slightly into Satan's arm, preventing him from escaping "Let me go! I'm going to teach our brother a lesson," Satan angrily whispered.

Satan's rage burned hot as he Asmo tried to held him down . His eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving with anger. The room seemed to crackle with tension .

Mammon, clutching his throbbing cheek, slowly regained his composure. Blood trickled from a split lip, staining his teeth crimson. His eyes narrowed, a mixture of pain and defiance flickering within them. He wiped away the blood with the back of his hand, refusing to show weakness.

Belphie came to your side and grabbed your arm. "Do something, [name]!" Belphie whispered-yelled at you. Feeling a sense of responsibility, you gulped and yelled at the two, "You two, stay!" Hoping that the pacts would make them listen to you, but unfortunately, it didn't work. Levi, confused and concerned, asked himself, "What's going on?"

Mammon shouted at Beel, hoping to be released, "Let me go! I’ll kill him ! "

"Oh, I'd be thrilled to witness your attempt! Let's find out what you're capable of," Satan challenged Mammon, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Beel glanced at you with a pleading expression. " [Name], restrain Mammon! If you're the one restraining him, he might regain his senses." His words resonated with you, and you felt a sense of duty to help calm Mammon down. With a nod, you approached Mammon, hoping that you could have some effect on him.

Whispering softly, you called out to him , " Darling, please " Your voice carried a mix of concern and affection, hoping to reach the Mammon you knew deep down. However, to your surprise and dismay, he didn't even spare a glance at you. With a forceful push, he brushed you aside, disregarding your presence entirely.

The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Beel's eyes widened in shock, his plea for help now tinged with worry. Satan's smirk faded, replaced by a frown. It was clear that Mammon's anger had consumed him , blinding him to everything else, including the people who cared about him.

Satan sighed , calming himself down , and then with a disapproving shake of his head, addressed Mammon directly " You shouldn't have done that " he said sternly before leaving the room. Levi, not wanting to be a part of the drama, tsked and took Asmodeus by the arm. "Let's go, leave them alone," he suggested, and Asmodeus glanced back at Mammon with a hint of frustration " And you wonder why she doesn't want to spend time with you " Asmo hissed before following Levi and Beel out of the room, leaving you and Mammon alone.

Mammon's shoulders tensed up, his muscles visibly tightening under the weight of his emotions. The silence that enveloped the room spoke volumes, each passing second filled with an unspoken tension that hung in the air. It was as if the atmosphere itself had become charged with his anger, making it palpable and almost suffocating.

You could see the struggle within him, the internal battle raging behind his eyes. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his fists involuntarily tightened, betraying the turmoil he was experiencing. It was evident that he was torn between his emotions and his stubborn pride.

The hurt in his eyes mirrored the ache in your own heart.

You let out a sigh and glanced at your boyfriend "Hey, Mammon," you said, concern in your voice " I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spent so much time with Satan." You apologized, knowing that Mammon doesn't like it when you hang out with other guys too much, especially his brothers .

Raising your hand, you firmly held onto his hand, causing him to stop trembling. Mammon stood there for a moment before turning to look at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

He turned completely towards you and embraced you tightly, tears streaming down his face filled with regret. His hand gently caressed your head as he mumbled apologies. " I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "I never wanted to hurt you..." he cried.

" It's okay, love " you reassured him with a soft smile, wiping away his tears, your palms resting on his cheeks . Mammon gazed at you, trying to calm his sobs, his palms resting on top of yours.

You smiled softly and rested his head on your shoulder, soothing him with words of love. And suddenly, the monster within him fell asleep as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“…Something more “

( ♡ ) pairing : True Form!Sukuna x fem!Goddess!reader

( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, idk

( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I was rewatching Naruto Shippunden and Kaguya is my damn favorite Goddess 🙏🏽 and I began to think about making a Sukuna x reader who is like Kaguya so here it is 😋

Much like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, you possess an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. Your long, flowing [color] hair cascades down your back, shining like moonlight. Your eyes, pearlescent and timeless, hold a serene yet terrifying calm. They give off an unsettling sense of omnipotence, as though you can see into the very soul of anyone who dares to meet your gaze.

You are tall and regal, often adorned in flowing, intricately designed robes that enhance your goddess-like aura. Your beauty is not just physical but seems to embody an ancient, celestial force that makes you feel unreachable, untouchable.

Like Kaguya, your abilities far exceed normal comprehension. You can manipulate dimensions at will, travel between realms, and control chakra or an equivalent form of cursed energy with terrifying precision. Your attacks are vast and destructive, capable of wiping out entire regions with a mere thought.

You command nature, reality, and time itself. To those who encounter you, you are seen as a deity — your power so immense that even the strongest beings, including Sukuna, cannot take you lightly.

You maintain an air of calm detachment, viewing the world and its inhabitants as transient and insignificant compared to your own eternal existence. You are patient, silent, and observe from a distance rather than engage unless absolutely necessary.

Emotions are a foreign concept to you, something you observe but have never truly experienced for yourself. You are calculating, logical, and always think several steps ahead, considering everything from a higher perspective.

While you appear cold and aloof, there is a quiet loneliness deep within you. Being so powerful, so eternal, has left you disconnected from the world and the people in it. There is a longing within you to understand and perhaps experience the warmth that mortals cling to.

Sukuna is drawn to you in ways he can’t quite explain. You are the only person he has encountered who seems genuinely indifferent to his power and status. In fact, your strength easily matches or even surpasses his, and he respects that — though he’d never admit it aloud.

He’s constantly trying to provoke reactions from you, fascinated by your stoic demeanor. Whether through battle or teasing, Sukuna finds it maddening yet exhilarating that you don’t bend to him like others. He’s used to people fearing or admiring him, but you do neither, which piques his interest further.

Over time, Sukuna finds himself not just interested in your power but in you as a being. The mystery of who you are and why you remain so detached makes him want to break through your barriers, to make you feel something, anything, for him.

Over time, you and Sukuna begin to understand one another on a deeper level. Both of you are beings of immense strength, isolated by your power, and feared by those around you. This isolation forms an unspoken bond between you. You each recognize that the other is different — set apart from the world.

Sukuna is fascinated by your calmness and the way you handle yourself in battle, unphased by destruction. You, on the other hand, are intrigued by Sukuna’s chaotic nature, his brashness, and his ability to feel so deeply despite being feared and revered.

The sky above was painted in the colors of dusk, deep oranges fading into inky purples. You stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast landscape beneath you. The wind whispered through your [color] hair, and your pale eyes reflected the serene indifference you felt toward the world. Time, space, life — they were all fleeting.

But there was something — someone — who disrupted that peace.

You felt his presence long before he spoke. Sukuna’s cursed energy was unmistakable, like a shadow that blotted out the light. He approached with his usual swagger, a cocky grin plastered on his face, yet you didn’t turn to face him.

“Staring at the horizon again? You look like you’re waiting for the world to end,” Sukuna teased, standing beside you now. His crimson eyes gleamed as he studied you. Even in moments of silence, there was something about you that captivated him.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, calm and distant.

He hated that indifference. Not because it irritated him, but because it fascinated him. Sukuna was used to reactions — fear, admiration, anger — but with you, there was nothing. You were like a statue carved from the stars, untouchable and beyond mortal understanding.

“I’ve fought countless battles, seen men and gods alike tremble before me. But you… you don’t care about any of it, do you?” His voice was lower now, more serious than usual.

“No,” you finally said, your voice soft but carrying the weight of eternity. “Why should I care for fleeting things?”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “And yet you let me come here. Again and again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were beginning to care.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time that evening. “You are… different from the others.”

It wasn’t much, but coming from you, it was a revelation. Sukuna felt a flicker of something in his chest—something more than his usual lust for power or destruction. It was fleeting, like the brush of wind, but it was there.

He reached out, his fingers brushing a lock of your hair. “Then what am I to you?”

You didn’t pull away from his touch. For the first time in centuries, you found yourself curious. Not about power, or strength, or the endless void of time, but about him.

“You are… something more.”

Sukuna’s grin faltered for a moment as he took in your words. He hadn’t expected that. For the first time, the great Ryomen Sukuna was caught off guard, and he found himself wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you.

And so, under the fading light of the setting sun, two beings, both feared and revered, found in each other something rare — a connection that transcended their power and their isolation.

May i request diavolo and simeon× q short chubby reader

a/n : it’s been so long… so damn long 💔 I’m sorry for late reply, sweetie:((

Diavolo Headcanons

— Constant Compliments

Diavolo absolutely adores his S/O's body and never hesitates to tell them so. He often compliments their softness, saying things like, "You're so cute, I could hold you forever," or "You’re perfect just the way you are."

— Gentle Giant Vibes

Being a literal demon prince, Diavolo is much taller and stronger, so he treats his S/O with a gentle touch, often picking them up effortlessly for hugs or carrying them around just for fun. He loves the height difference and thinks it's adorable how they fit perfectly against him.

— Protective and Proud

Diavolo would be incredibly protective of his S/O, always ensuring they feel safe and secure, both emotionally and physically. He’s quick to shut down any negativity, saying things like, “They’re mine, and I wouldn’t change a thing about them.” He proudly shows them off during formal events in the Devildom, making sure they feel like royalty by his side.

— Custom Wardrobe

Diavolo would absolutely spoil his S/O, ensuring they have the most luxurious, custom-made clothes that fit their unique style and body type perfectly. He'd personally make sure everything is comfortable yet stylish, often suggesting fancy outfits for special dates or events.

— Affectionate Gestures

Expect a lot of forehead kisses (since you're shorter) and warm, enveloping hugs where he lifts you slightly off the ground. Diavolo loves holding hands in public and is very tactile, always wanting to be close to you.

— Playful Teasing

He loves teasing you playfully about your height difference. If you need to reach something high, he’ll pretend to hand it to you and then raise it just out of reach, laughing before pulling you into a hug and helping you out.

— Softness is His Weakness

Diavolo secretly adores resting his head on his S/O's lap or stomach after a long day. He finds comfort in their warmth and softness, enjoying those quiet moments when he can just relax in their presence.

Simeon Headcanons

— Gentle and Attentive

Simeon treats his S/O with the utmost care and tenderness. He’s incredibly respectful of their feelings and never lets them doubt how much they mean to him. He loves their softness and often rests his hand gently on their waist or back when they're close.

— Height Admiration

He finds your height difference endearing and loves when his S/O stands on their tiptoes to hug him. Simeon would often crouch down or lean in to kiss them on the forehead or lips, enjoying every moment of affection.

— Chubby Cheeks Affection

Simeon loves to gently cup their face, smiling at them while commenting on how cute their cheeks are. He might even give them a playful pinch now and then, always with a warm smile that melts your heart.

— Protective, But Subtle

Simeon isn’t as outwardly protective as Diavolo, but he is always watchful and attentive. If his S/O ever feels self-conscious or insecure, he knows just what to say to make them feel beautiful and appreciated. He loves reminding them that they’re perfect in his eyes.

— Affection Through Acts of Service

Simeon is big on showing love through little acts of kindness. Whether it’s making them tea, helping with errands, or ensuring their favorite blanket is nearby, he always makes sure his S/O feels cherished and cared for.

— Loves Cuddles

Simeon adores cuddling with his S/O, especially on peaceful afternoons when he has time to just relax. He finds comfort in their presence and loves to hold them close, especially enjoying their softness as he whispers sweet nothings in their ear.

— Encouraging and Supportive

Simeon would always encourage his S/O to be confident in their own skin. Whenever they have doubts about their appearance or body, he’d calmly reassure them with heartfelt words: “You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everything about you is perfect to me.”

— Tailored Angelic Fashion

Simeon enjoys seeing his S/O in flowing, comfortable clothes that highlight their beauty. He’d help them pick out soft, angelic outfits, making sure they feel comfortable and confident, especially when attending formal events together in the Celestial Realm.

" Stupid jerks made us patrol until 11…" Power complains . You hum as you look over at Denji, you can see how tired he is. After all, this thing with the assassination thing is tiring for you all.

Slowly, their voices died down and you drifted off to sleep, even though you were curious to know what Denji said.

The next thing you know when you woke up, is that your head is on Denji's shoulder. He noticed you woke up.

" Doesn't it feel like, it's been a long time ? " You frown, not really understanding what he's saying. Denji peeks at you " How have you been ? " you let out an 'oh' put your head back on his shoulder " I've been fine, and everything's good " he hums " Nice to know…seems like you're doing well. "

You've known Denji before you two became Public Safety Devil Hunters. You had debts to yakuza he was working with, you met and the two of you just clicked together. You were getting along just fine at that time, but with years you've grow up and with your parent's death, you became a Public Safety Devil Hunter to get sweet revenge. You didn't hear anything about Denji since. But somehow, you meet again.

" I miss you… " he continues " It sucks that we can't be in the same division. " you hum in agreement. You wish you could be in the same division with him " But hey, at least I get to see you now ! " you smile softly, even if he can't see it " I'm happy I can see you again. " you say " We should really go out sometime ! " you look up at him, but he was already looking you " We still know each other and i don't stay far away from where you live. "

" Have you gone on any mission before this thing happened ? " you ask out of nowhere " Hm ? ah, I've been going on a few missions. Not that many tho . " you huff " like on 6 or 7, right ? " " Yeahh , I'm kind of okay with it , to be honest… the last couple of fights were wild…" you giggle quietly and close your eyes

" Hey , remember that one fight we had ? " you hum at his question " Are you talking about the fight we had with katana man ? " you look fully at him and, with excitement, he turns and looks at you too " Yeah ! And we let out that awesome combo ! " he talks completely amazed by what have you done by that time " I still bring it up time to time. It was such an accomplishing and satisfying moment ! " he giggles excitedly " And we were able to impress people who don't really get impressed that easily ! " you add with a smile on your face " That makes it even more cooler !! " he giggle again, but then lets out a sigh " I feel like everyone's been so serious recently… I don't know why… " the room fills up with silence " I think it's because of Makima. " Denji throws his head back, leaning on the wall behind you " I've ask multiple people what they think about her, if they think she's a nice person. Anndd, I've gotten mixed results. So I can't really make up my mind off of what other people think about her and to be honest, I don't know much about her myself…" and the room is silent again and he turns his head to you " All I know is that I can't wait 'till this Fiasco is over. "

Denji sighs again " So tell me " you look at him " How are you really doing ? " your face remains stoic but deep down, his question made you feel weird things in your stomach " I remember the last time we spoke to each other, you told me you were feeling alone. I'm not really an expert on emotions or feelings or… how to handle a situation, but the least I could do for you is to listen. " you look down at you feet " I wanted to tell you that day… to keep your head up. " he hugs you close to him by your waist, pulling you closer to him " Besides , you and me, we're always going to be close like this ! " he smiles and you chuckle. Denji knows you so well that you don't even need to say anything. He's just gonna figure out himself that there is something wrong. And to make you feel better he's going to talk with you like this. Balbering about life.

" Before I made it here, and reunited with you, and met everyone else, my life was kinda boring. I would always want to sleep, you know ? Sleeping off the trauma. " he awkwardly laugh " I don't want to sound sentimental but, this place, and everyone here… really means a lot to me. "

" I haven't told anyone this before but, I feel like in the past I used to hate my life. Nothing would ever make sense. I always wondered why am I so alone…is there any reason for why I'm alone, for why I have no one? But then…" you could feel his breath on your neck as he holds you even closer, he was kinda nuzzling om your neck " I met Makima, I met Power, I met other people, and I met you… " your breath hitches and you look at him, speechless yet, happy " And slowly… I started to be thankful for things I never knew I could apreciate. I guess that's the game of life. You don't know what cards life might give you…" Denji now looks at you, holding your shoulders. You were just speechless. You didn't know if that was meant to be a confession, or if he just wanted to make you feel better, but you felt butterflies in your stomach .

" I'm so glad that I never gave up… " he looks at you " And that you haven't either. " he smiles and hugs you tight to him. A hug you return, and hug his waist " We have to be there for each other. " he caresses your hair " There's always going to be some hard days… " he looks down at you " And just because we have people around us, doesn't mean that we still can't feel alone. " He really knows his way with his words " But when I'm with you… I never feel alone, I feel like you understan me the best out of all people " He was making you feel things. You grab his shirt tightly in your fist which, he noticed " Don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere " he now plays with your hair, stroking it " and I'm always going to be here for you, [name]. " you look up at him. Denji softly smiles and with his thumb he started caressing your cheek.

"… I love you "

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