"I'm not trying to be a hero for anyone else anymore. I just want to be strong enough to make sure no one can ever take you away from me."

Denji had never held hands with someone while riding the Ferris wheel before. Never shared a paper cone of cotton candy that dissolved into sugar on your tongues at the same time. Never had anyone lean against his shoulder during the rickety ghost train ride. You leaned into him. He put his arm around you. He'd protect you. He loved you.

Now back in your apartment, Denji felt stuffed full with the warmth of your thigh pressed against him, the way your fingers stroke his hair. He wanted to kiss you so badly, it's all he could think about.

But what if he was bad at it?

He’d seen kissing in movies, he's tried it a few times, but every time he did, he got hurt. It could be better this time, would be better this time. With you, he'd get his first real kiss.

(Based on Chainsaw Man!)