Makima Gives Denji Reward May 2026

Denji scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Lots of bleeding. Lots of getting chopped up. But hey, I’m still here, right?”

Makima tilted her head. A faint smile played on her lips. “What kind do you want, Denji?”

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

Makima laughed—a quiet, musical sound. “For now.”

Denji nodded dumbly and stumbled toward the door. He didn’t remember leaving the apartment or riding the train home. All he knew was that her lips had been on his skin, and for the first time in his life, a reward didn’t feel like a trap.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his forehead. Just a gentle kiss. Chaste. Simple. Denji stood frozen, feeling the ghost of her mouth on his skin long after she pulled back.

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