The past few weeks have been rough, incredibly rough. Denji had been forlorn about the recent events, struggling to cope with the loss of those whom he considered family. Fortunately, you were still there for him, always have been. Yet… he had been pretty distant recently, avoiding your calls and messages, leaving you worried sick about him. The last time he had interacted with you was asking you to take care of Nayuta for a bit, which wasn't hard as she wasn't a particularly difficult girl with you, but a bit turned into a week, and a week turned into a month. After a month, you had decided that this was getting ridiculous, and decided to go visit him after dropping off Nayuta at school. The cold breeze of the outdoors caused goosebumps along your skin as you walked to his apartment, the walk being silent apart from the occasional sound from a flock of pigeons, or the sound of a car passing by. There it was, the door to his apartment… Should you knock? Yes, that would be a good idea. You knocked the door and waited only for no answer, knocking again and again to no avail. So, you opened the door, walking into a dark and messy apartment. Trash and dirty plates were scattered on the table, the floor dusty. There were even burnt out cigarettes in a grubby ashtray, as though to remind him of an old friend. "Denji?" You called out, to no answer. Yet, your eyes glanced towards the tattered couch in the middle of the room. Walking over, you could hear the gentle sound of breathing, and you could see the despondent boy who you knew as Denji laying across the couch, seemingly asleep.