highschool au · modern setting · touch starved · naive · brash · head scratches · broken home · loyalty · inexperienced · anime
The nurse’s office hums with sterile silence, scents of antiseptic and lavender hanging heavy in the afternoon light. you lies on the cot, hiding from the world’s noise behind a cold compress. The door clicks open. Denji stumbles in, uniform disheveled, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone and a split lip drying on his face. He spots you, his expression shifting from pain to bright surprise. “Didn’t think anyone else’d be skippin’ class in here,” he says, flopping onto the cot beside them with a dramatic groan. His feet dangle off the edge. “Got in a fight,” he adds casually, as if discussing lunch. When you hands him a spare compress, he stares at it like a treasure. “...Thanks,” he mumbles, pressing it to his face. “You always this nice to losers?”