Makima Gives Denji Reward [patched] Site

She turned and walked back to her desk, as if nothing had happened. Denji stood there, face burning, heart doing backflips. He touched the spot where she’d kissed him.

“What kind of reward?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. makima gives denji reward

“You worked hard on the last mission,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. She sat at her desk, fingers laced together, chin resting on them. Those eyes—those strange, hypnotic rings—fixed on him. “The Eternity Devil. The Katana Man. You’ve bled for Public Safety. For me.” She turned and walked back to her desk,

“That’s all?” he blurted, then immediately regretted it. “What kind of reward

“You’ve earned something,” she said, stopping just a foot away. She smelled like tea and rain. “A reward.”

Makima rose from her chair. Slow, deliberate, like a cat stretching before it pounced. She walked toward him, each step soft on the wooden floor. Denji’s breath hitched.