let's pretend denji is happy cuz im tired of seeing people using him
Imagine befriending the weird guy named Denji in your apartment complex. A next door neighbor that you thought was a ghost because he comes and goes, and gets home in the middle of the night.
You call him weird because sometimes you see him laughing and talking by himself but you learned to accept it since you can actually rely on him when carrying your heavy groceries upstairs. Although odd, he was a gentleman so you let him be.
Until one night, you were woken up by a loud wet and flapping sound, heavy grunting, and moaning from the other side of the thin walls of your room.
You don't even need to ask what he was doing. You recognized that sound. The feeling of shame and embarrassment resonates on your skin on how warm it has become.
Of course, a man also needs to relieve himself. You just thought he would be discreet, thinking of his neighbor too. He probably has been doing this even before you were here. He probably forgot. Or at least you tried to convince yourself.
It lasted a long while, and you were wide awake the whole night. You just can't remove the sound in your head. And when you're finally able to close your eyes, your body was so tired that it forced you for a short nap to rest, you still dreamt of it. The worst part was being violently woken up because in your dream the sound had Denji’s face on it.
The next day, you did your best to ignore him and make sure you will not cross paths. However, he does it everyday. You’ve guessed since you did not complain, he thought that you're not hearing it. You were just too embarrassed to confront the guy. And you don't want to feel awkward with your only known neighbor on this floor.
So everyday you pretend not to hear it, at least you tried your best, until there was a day you were extremely horny.
With your back against the wall, you fingered yourself and played with your pussy. It was so good that you lost yourself and did not realize the volume of the sound of your moaning, not until after you cum.
Sweaty, tired, and in the middle of your heavy breathing to regain composure, you realized that there was only silence. And it was loud.
Did he stop?
Not sure if it was because you just had your release but you were weirdly calm as you steadied yourself and rested your head on your pillow.
Not long after, you can hear hesitated knocks on your door.
Denji’s voice echoed in your small room and you shivered hearing the pathetic timbre on his voice.
“I heard you. Open up.…..please.” He pleaded. Desperate.
Imagine falling in front of Kenji and in panic, you looked up, wanting to reassure him that you were fine, but looking up, words were caught on your throat, as you gazed up at him and saw a beautiful man standing in front of you.
Eyeing him starting from his feet, towards his thick, firm and muscled legs, staring at his tiny waist, heartbeat quickening from appreciating his strong chest, and gulping when realizing that his chiseled face was turned on you, worried eyes staring back.
"You look so pretty from down here."
You watched as his face underwent into different stages of embarrassment. You had no clue why he was so red, up to the tips of his ears.
Soap's family finding out that you and him are fucking like rabbits in heat. They are very traditional and conservative so their immediate reaction is to be hysterical, and forces the both of you to get married as soon as possible. You tried your best to diffuse the situation but the thing was..... Soap is not helping your case.
"C'mon, bonnie. I cannae disappoint, Ma. You know her heart is weak."
yaaaaaay! wrote this after the part 1 imagine where you squeezed Kenji's chest. it was well loved by everybody and i am happy to be at everyone's service 🤣
“Baby, are you still mad?” This was probably your third time asking him today.
Kenji Sato refuses to talk to you after the incident that happened last night. The thing was you can always pretend not to remember what you have done but it was so vivid, and you blushed whenever you were reminded of it, which you believed makes him extra mad at you.
Again, he beelined when he saw you on the way, and chose to go to the kitchen instead of the living room.
With a sigh, you watched his back as he grabbed something from the fridge. You wonder when he is going to learn to forgive. He probably felt really violated, to the point that even if you were his girlfriend, he would not let go of your harassment.
As you contemplated how you would apologize to him, a sudden thought made you gasped silently on how brilliant it was. You swore you heard a ding in your mind because it was that good.
You walk towards him, steps lighter than before. When he heard your footsteps coming towards him, he decided to start walking away when you stood in front of him and decided not to budge.
“Kenji, please forgive me. To be fair to you, I will let you squeeze mine no matter how much you want it! Yes, they may be smaller than yours but I hope it works!” Grabbing both of your boobs, you offered earnestly with a wide smile. You even squeezed yours to demonstrate your sincerity.
His face turned into a frown when you prevented him from walking away. He was scowling at first, then you watched as his eyes widened with surprise, lips opened to a big “O”, and a hint of pink dusted his cheeks. If you guessed his reaction right he is probably in disbelief.
You pray that your plan works and both of you will be on good terms soon. You hate it when he is mad.
His silence took forever. He was just staring in your eyes, back in your boobs, back again in your eyes, and in your hands squeezing your chest again and again and again. That you felt like you were being suffocated by his silence.
“You-” Your attention was caught when he suddenly opened his mouth to speak, and your body thrummed in excitement thinking about him finally forgiving you.
“Are you kidding me? You are not allowed to drink ever and— HEY! Can you stop squeezing your boobs? Really! That is your sure way for me to finally forgive you? Do you even remember what you have done?"
“I grabbed and squeezed your boobs?” You admitted with a pout.
“What!? You keep on grabbing and squeezing my chest the whole night. That me and Mina had to put you in containment!” He yelled, exasperated.
You felt your skin warmed up from what he had revealed. You feel shameless. But the twinge of guilt in your chest is definitely not of regret. You did not regret any of what you had done. In fact, not even once.
You finally understood now why Kenji is still mad.
There is a reason why Kenji Sato stays hole up in his room whenever he is sick.
It wasn't because he is too sick to move around and take care of himself. If that happens, Mina would have taken care of him in a pod, where he could rest for the whole day, and feel better the next day.
It wasn't because he hates being seen as weak either. The idea of being seen at his most vulnerable may have brought a pink hue on his cheeks but it didn't bother him as much. He is sick after all. There is nothing wrong with that.
What bothers him is the fact that he could be a bit….er….. clingy. When he is feeling under the weather, the constant warmth of someone is very comforting to him.
Actually, a bit clingy may be an understatement.
When Mina informed you that Kenji cannot meet you for the day because he is not feeling well, it worried you so much, especially, when Mina insisted that he would be alright and she would take care of him.
Although Mina is an amazing help, how could you just sit back, and wait for him to get better without checking up on him, or lending a hand to take care of your own boyfriend.
Mina was insistent that you shouldn't. But you refused to back down, so against her better judgment, she let you in, with a reminder and an ominous warning; “I wish you goodluck.”
The moment you stepped foot out of work, you made your way to his house, and it broke your heart to see him bundled up, and sleeping under the covers. His shivers were so intense, that even if he is hiding beneath a bunch of fluff, you can see the tremors above.
“Kenji, I am here. Do you need anything?” You softly called out to him, and patted the area, where you thought he would have his head.
After hearing your voice, his tremors stopped… for a moment. He whipped his head out of the covers with renewed vigor, eyes wide, nose red, his whole face is pale with sickness.
You almost fell backwards when he suddenly hugged your torso and nestled his head on your stomach. You shivered at the sudden shift of temperature, feeling the heat boiling out of his skin, goosebumps forming on the part of your body he touched.
“How are you? Feeling better?” You asked. Voice laced with concern and worry. He didn't reply, instead he just shook his head like a kid. You put your hand on his forehead to check his fever, and you don't need a thermometer to know that even if it was midday now, his fever hasn't gone down.
“I’ve brought some porridge. Let me put them in a bowl so you could eat. Mina told me that you refused to eat anything. That is not good, you need food to have energy, and for the medicine to work.”
Removing his arms tightly hugging you, you scold him softly, and leave a kiss on his forehead before putting a plaster of kool fever, to help with his high temperature. You heard him cooed at the coolness, and watch as he closes his eyes, as you help him tucked back on his bed. His head resting comfortably on his pillows. You left his room, and made sure to close his door softly, before heading towards his kitchen, and put the food you bought in the microwave to heat it up.
Even outside his room, the air is thickened with the heady smell of sickness. Usually, Kenji would play even if he was sick. However, with the gloomy atmosphere of his house, and the minimal lights opened. You are sure that he never even set foot out of his room, for anything. You tapped your finger on the counter, as you watched the red blinking number countdown. You were in deep thought worrying over Kenji, that you didn't see the shadow looming behind you, the quiet steps he took as he approached you.
You let out a scream of bloody murders when an army suddenly snaked around your waist. His face resting at the crook of your neck. His arms tighten up, whenever you try to move or do anything, refusing to let you go.
“Kenji? Oh god! You scared me! What are you doing here?
“You're taking too long.” He replied. Voice muffled because he still refuses to remove his face, nestling on your neck.
“Too long? I'm just heating up your food for five minutes. I will be back soon.” You convince him, as you try to remove his arms around you. Feeling uncomfortable with his high body heat, racked with fever. He is still way too strong for someone who is sick.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” He repeated. And you admit a bunch of question marks were forming on your head.
What exactly is going on? Also…Where is Mina? She is awfully quiet. She didn't even inform you about Kenji walking towards you.
Kenji Sato. Your boyfriend. Refuses to leave or move or let go of you, no matter how much you begged him too. He would even tsk or let out noises of disapproval whenever you try to do something to outsmart him.
So in the end, you just make yourself comfortable while he snuggle and hug your arm. His head resting on your chest.
“Kenji, what if I get sick too because you are way too close to me.”
“I’ll take care of you. And snuggle with you too.”
You are trying your best not to let out an exasperated sigh. No one told you that Kenji could be so clingy whenever he feels sick and vulnerable.
It got to the point that even if you excuse yourself going to the bathroom, he would throw a tantrum and cry, if you don't allow him in and allow him to hold your hand to do your business. The second time he refuses to let you go, you scolded him for a bit, which made him let you go alone, although reluctantly. You watch as he just sits there by the door, looking so sad and lonely, that guilt gnaws in your chest.
He looks like a kicked puppy, more than his usual wolfish demeanor and persona, which seeks to be always on the top.
After some time, Kenji finally slept like a log. The fever finally went down. You let out a sigh of relief and did your best not to make a sound so as to not wake him up.
You have learned your lesson when you woke him up earlier. You were greeted by a disgruntled Kenji, scowling, and full of distrust. He would close his eyes but the moment he realizes he did, he will shoot awake and scowl at you with a pout. Asking if you moved. Even if you say no, he will just glare at you.
It was like playing a game you will never ever win so you just sat there, holding his hand tightly, patting his side, humming a melody, to make him feel relaxed and finally sleep.
You thank all the gods when you pull your hand from his hold, and all he does is grumbles a bit before turning, and continues sleeping.
You tiptoed walking towards outside his room, making sure that you will not make any noise, as you slowly close his door. You were in bated breath as you carefully walked backwards away from his door, counted to ten, and cried tears of joy when no angry Kenji went out to lash out at your disappearance.
You almost had a heart attack when the moment you turned, Mina was in front of you.
“Mina, you-”
“I wished you good luck. I even told you not to go.” The AI replied with a sound followed by a shrug.
You're probably just so tired and drained that you have no energy to argue, and you even thanked her for preparing a meal and a hot bath for you as an apology.
Although, a sick Kenji is a pain in the ass, you admit he looks kind of cute and adorable, pouting and clingy like that. You just hope that when he does that next time, it wasn't because he was sick.
You can't take cute photos of a sick Kenji Sato, right?
Imagine Kenji Sato trying to tell you that "It's not what you think" as you caught him rocking Emi to sleep as Ultraman. The puzzle pieces of his weirdness and odd changes on his daily routine these past few days were slowly being put together in your mind.
Especially, during that one video of him when he was caught saying, "Come to...Daddy" to the same baby kaiju--- he was now carrying.
While he was speaking quickly, trying to explain himself and what you were seeing, riddled with anxiety. You were trapped inside your head thinking about how to parent the baby kaiju with him when the both of you never even talked about having kids.
