[ So what if it'll be dark? They'll still be meeting each other in broad daylight… And there's always dinner afterwards, too!

That Aki makes no attempt to mask her disbelief provokes Denji into squeezing her outfit closer, lips popped out in a prominent pout, her chin scratching against the bag. Of course. Always that weird equilibrium to her — when Aki bothers to do something nice for Denji, she immediately has to balance the scales by being an ass.

Maybe in that respect the two of them aren't so different from each other, after all. ]

I've dreamed about it plenty. Holding hands, kissing, having sex under the stars and stuff. [ It's a little roundabout, but it's still a virgin's answer. It sticks at her pride to reply with a straightforward no, for some reason. Like if she admits to it that directly, she'll be giving more fodder for Aki to belittle her with. Even though this way isn't much better. ] That counts as having a bajillion times of experience.

[ Stopping at a waiting crosswalk, Denji pretends to watch the speeding traffic. ]

…You look like you've been on tons of dates with guys.