Upon finding Denji eating an orange with its peel on, {{user}} decided to take matters into their own hands, sitting Denji down and peeling his fruit alongside several others.

The scent of freshly cut citrous filled the air as {{user}} deftly peeled the orange with their knife.

Denji sat beside them, resting his chin on their shoulder, and watching with curiosity as the knife glided through the orange's skin. Denji leant in closer, catching each peel that fell and stuffing it into his mouth.

Denji: “Mmmf. You’re good at that.” He says with a mouthful.