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After killing a decently strong devil, you had gotten a large bonus from Public Safety, which you decided to spend on a feast for your best friends and boyfriend. In hindsight, you should've asked one of them for help because carrying all the food back was a horrible pain in the ass, but you wanted it to be a surprise, so you sucked it up. Unlocking the door to your apartment, you stagger through the door, arms sore from the long walk carrying five bags of expensive takeout. You're greeted by the sight of Aki dusting in the living room, Denji and Power nowhere to be seen. Aki rushes over immediately, taking the food from your arms before you spill it on the ground. You mutter a few words of gratitude, slipping your shoes off and stumbling into your home.
"Sleeping again, huh," you ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah. Lazy asses didn't even help on the mission today, so I don't know why they're tired. Thanks for getting food." Aki smiles fondly despite his grumbling, making you giggle a little.
"Yeah yeah. I'm sure you did all the work and everything like usual," you tease him. The two of you spread the bags of takeout on the table and start to unpack the food. "Can you go wake them up? I'll finish setting the table."
Aki glares at you. "Why do you always make me wake them up? You know they're shit to deal with normally, not to mention when they're groggy." It's true, you might have been trying to sneakily pass off alarm clock duty to Aki whenever possible, but Power and Denji were such a pain to wake up and you didn't have the heart to be as harsh with them as Aki was (fuckin tsundere), so he was faster at it anyway.
You decided to be nice this time, however, and getting to see Denji all sleepy and cute wasn't too bad of a compromise.
"Fine. But you're doing it next time," you call, walking over to Power's room first. You didn't think she would be, but she was sleeping in her own room that day. Usually everyone in the apartment would dogpile on the others whenever they wanted, so it wasn't unusual to see Power curled up next to Denji or Aki when you got home. You gently shake her body, Meowy awakening almost immediately at the disturbance and darting out to the living room. "Power. Power! Food's here!" She slowly opens her eyes, taking a moment to register your presence before she throws her arms around you and pulls you down to the bed, curling around your body and shutting her eyes again with a groan. This is why you make Aki wake them up. "It's dinner time, Power. Got takeout. You want some?" Her eyes open again, fully registering your words now. That was easier than you thought.
"Takeout? Only the best for one such as myself, of course!" She sits up, pulling you with her, and dances out into the hallway, grinning. You usher her along and pass her off to Aki, turning back to wake up Denji.
Wasn't too bad today, and Denji would be even easier. You open his door slowly and tiptoe over to his bed, taking a moment to admire his sleeping form. His face is relaxed and his body is curled up, hugging an extra pillow. A little bit of drool is coming from his mouth and his hair is even more disheveled than usual. You can't resist the urge to stroke his face, slightly brushing his bangs away from eyes. You kneel down next to the bed, stroking his hair gently, mesmerized by how damn pretty he is. And then his eyes open and shit fuck dammit that's really fucking embarrassing and you take your hand off his face and move to back away, heat crawling up your neck, when he grabs your hand and pulls you back.
"Mornin'," he says groggily and wipes the drool off his face with the back of his sleeve. His eyes are cloudy and dazed from sleep and shit he looks cute right now.
"It's evening, dumbass," you whisper back to him, trying desperately to stay focused even while he looks like that. He's placed your hand back on his head and you stroke his hair again, gently. He drops the pillow he was clutching off the side of the bed and reaches to pull you next to him, scooching over to make room, and covering the both of you with his blankets.
"Whatever. Sleep time s'what it is." He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you closer and shoving his face into your shoulder. He inhales deeply, tangling his legs with yours and squeezing your waist with his arms. You reach up to stroke his hair, eyes closing as you breathe him in. Today really was tiring. You hear his breathing slow, and you've almost fallen asleep yourself when the door slams open, Aki's figure silhouetted in the doorframe.
Fuck.
"Am I the only one who can do anything around here?" you hear Aki growl as he stomps over, ripping off the covers and glaring at the two of you. Denji's eyes fly open and you both sit up immediately.
"Hey! What the fuck, man!" He still has his arms wrapped around you, and he's glaring back at Aki, who points at you aggressively.
"Going to wake someone up means not going to sleep with them, shithead!" You can hear Power cackling in the hallway behind Aki. He sighs and turns to Denji, already giving up on the lecture. "They got food. If you're not at the table in five seconds, you're not getting any." Denji jolts, tripping out of bed and grabbing your hand as he runs to the table. Aki follows, pulling his cigarette pack out of his pocket.
"Hey!" Denji shouts. "Why the hell are you smoking? We're about to eat!" Aki grumbles as he puts the pack back and you all sit down.
"Thanks for the food!" Power and Denji reach for their meal with their hands, completely ignoring the set of chopsticks next to them. Before they can dig in, you slam the floor with your palm, making a loud sound that stops them in their tracks.
"No, no, no. Not tonight! I got a bonus from that tough job last week and bought us a more refined dinner. So we're gonna eat like civilized people, now, got it?" They look confused. You gesture to the chopsticks while Aki facepalms.
Power shrugs and takes the wooden chopsticks out of their paper wrapper, snapping them easily before starting to eat at the same pace as normal. Noticeably picking around the veggies. You and Aki begin to dig in, and you've crammed several bites of food into your mouth before you notice. Denji looks a little hesitant, but he takes the chopsticks out, and carefully breaks them like Power did, before hesitating again.
Does he not know how to use chopsticks? You had never really thought about that, but if you did it would be obvious. He was barely able to eat anything before Public Safety picked him up, and if he did, it was always bread ripped apart with his fingers. At the apartment, Denji generally ate with his hands, more out of habit than anything else, and Power did the same.
You scoot around the table, positioning yourself next to him, and holding your chopsticks up for him to see. You mimic grabbing motions with it and gesture for him to try. The chopsticks slip out of his fingers. He looks down, clearly embarrassed, which makes your heart squeeze. Plus he was accidentally being really cute holy shit.
You pick up his chopsticks and hold his hand still with your left, while you gently position the sticks in his fingers. The tips of his ears are turning pink. You hold his right hand with your two and show him how to grab food with them and hold it between the chopsticks. With your guidance, he gets a piece of tempura into his mouth safely on the first try. You smile at him and squeeze his hand, before getting a sneaky little idea.
You pick up your chopsticks again, making a show of eating a piece of pork with them, before grabbing another piece and lifting it up to his face. He stares at you for a second until he realizes what you want, and he opens his mouth so fast you swear you heard his jaw make a little pop sound. Smiling slyly, you guide the food into his mouth, and he closes his lips on your chopsticks, more heat crawling up his neck.
"That's an indirect kiss, Denji." You take yet another piece of pork and eat it with the same chopsticks again, and by this point his face is burning red and he looks down at his food.
"Can you please shut up for FIVE MINUTES?" Aki looks disgusted. Mans is just trying to enjoy his dinner in peace and did not need to see that. Meanwhile, Power is not paying attention at all, cramming her face while she plays with Meowy.
Denji is still too flustered to respond to anything, and manages to maneuver more food into his mouth with a little difficulty. You just grin at Aki, trying your hardest not to egg him on, and failing.
"Uh huh, I bet you're just jealous cuz you wanna feed Angel food too, huh?" Aki's eyes narrow, trying hard to keep the forming blush off his face.
"Of course not. We're only work acquaintances. And he's a Devil. And-"
"Hey, what's wrong with Devils?" Power snaps back into the conversation, glaring at Aki. He already knows he fucked up so you decide to leave before you're dragged in.
"WELP! I'm tired so I'm off to bed now! Later!" You shove a couple more pieces of food into your mouth before scrambling off to the bathroom and getting ready for bed to the sounds of Aki and Power yelling. When you leave the bathroom, it's finally quiet. It's late so everyone must've gone to bed. You walk down the hallway and push open your bedroom door, not surprised to see Denji flopped on your bed. He sits up when you walk in and shut the door. None of you ever ask anymore when you want to sleep next to someone else. It's just something you guys all do. Denji makes room for you on the bed, which is in the corner of the room. Denji always sleeps on the wall side, so you sit down next him and turn to face him.
"Hey...thanks for earlier. Y'know, teachin' me." He still looks a little sheepish, but out of just gratitude this time.
"No problem. You did really good for your first time." Shit. You didn't mean for it to sound like that, and with Denji you really had to watch your words. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to notice, he's just staring at you.
"Hey, what's up?" you ask.
"Nothin'. Just thinking about how fuckin' cool you are sometimes."
"Sometimes?" you giggle a little.
"Okay, all the time, whatever." He rolls his eyes before bringing them back to focus on you again. Well now you don't have to feel creepy about staring at him for extended periods of time, either. So you take your opportunity.
His brown eyes are opened wide, taking in your features as you take in his. His straight nose, his soft cheeks, his shaggy-in-a-cute-but-also-hot-way hair, his pointy little teeth barely visible through his slightly parted lips, his mouth, fuck, he has such a pretty mouth. You don't mean it in a weird way, he really does have a pretty mouth. Especially for a half-devil boy with a chainsaw body. And you've done it again. You've been staring at his mouth for way too long, haven't you. He finally notices, and would've noticed earlier if he hadn't been doing the same thing.
"Can I...?" He's so fucking perfect. He asks almost every time even when he knows you're more than fine with it.
You nod, and lean in. Makima must've been right, because kissing you makes Denji feel so different than when he kissed Himeno or Reze. Even though those were both horrible experiences, he thinks that it still would feel different. Every time you kiss, his memories of the vomiting incident fade a little bit. Why is he thinking about this instead of you? He has no idea and mentally kicks himself in the balls.
Denji's lips are soft. The first time you felt them you were even more surprised. You thought they'd be rough or that he'd be rough or that his teeth would scrape you and that it'd hurt. But Denji's kisses are gentle and soft and sweet.
You bring your hands up and cup his face, one hand slowly sliding around his neck. His hands are wrapped around your waist again, pulling you closer and closer until you're pressed tightly against each other. You break apart, pressing your foreheads together and staring again, before diving back in. Denji's second kiss is always much stronger than his first, and you can feel his blush growing as he tilts his head, opening your mouth just a little, just enough to fit his against perfectly.
You can taste chocolate off his lips and now his tongue. Sneaky bastard must've snuck a cookie when Aki wasn't looking.
You move your hands down to his chest and push a little, finally giving in to the need for air. His chest is hot even through his t-shirt with the amount he always blushes. He's panting a little, and so are you, but his mouth always feels so perfect against yours and you can't stop yourself from stealing another one. But it's late now, and it's been a long day.
Denji grumbles a little when you tell him he should get ready for bed now, but complies. By the time he's done you're on the verge of passing out, barely staying awake while trying to wait for him, but he crawls into bed next to you, and you curl up together like usual. Ignoring the sneaky hand "accidentally" pressing against your chest, you squeeze Denji as tight as you can and kiss his head, the same as you do every night. He moves his hand and pulls you so you're laying half on top of him, your face buried in his neck, and grins. How the hell did he get so fucking lucky? The two of you drift off, your sleep always warm and soft when you're together.