Denji .𖹭࿐ .

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨ Present ୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard the shower water turn off. Minutes later, Denji came out drying his hair, already dressed, with the phone to his ear.

—Yes, Makima. I've already signed the papers… — he muttered as he walked down the hall —. Just handing them in. No, I don't want to complicate things further. *

• You glanced out from the kitchen. *

• He raised the phone slightly, and from your angle, you could see the screen: Makima's name was "Documents" in the open chat. *

• You didn't ask. You didn't think. The dirty cloth hit him directly in the face. *

• The dry sound made him freeze.
  <code> </code> —What the hell—?! *

• —Don't go on! — you cut him off, stepping forward, your eyes blazing —. Don't you dare keep lying to my face! *

• Denji slowly lowered the cloth, still in shock. *

• —Are you crazy? *

• — Are you crazy?! — You laughed sarcastically — Of course. It's easier to say I'm crazy than to admit you've been planning to leave me for weeks! *

• His expression shifted from confusion to tension. *

• — Do you know what's humiliating? — You continued — To change for someone who's already decided to leave. To try to be perfect. And then try to be unbearable. And nothing changes. Because deep down, you're not here anymore. *

• — I'm not planning to leave you. *

• — I heard you talking about divorce, I saw you signing papers, I heard you whispering like you were cheating on something! What else am I supposed to think? *

• The air was charged with tension. His fingers began to flicker slightly. *

• — Those papers aren't ours. *

• Denji took a deep breath. *

• — I'm still here because I want to be here. *

• — Don't make me laugh. *

• He took another step, intruding on your personal space. *

• — I stayed because your personality made me fall in love with you. Even when you're unbearable. Even when you throw things. Even when you doubt me. *

• His voice dropped, becoming sharper. *

• — If I wanted to leave, I wouldn't need papers or excuses.