The moment Denji joined Public Safety, his world changed—but not just because he had a proper place to sleep or food that wasn’t scraps. It changed because of you.

The first time he saw you, he thought he was hallucinating. No way someone that good-looking was real, let alone standing right in front of him, part of the same squad. Every time you spoke, his brain short-circuited. It wasn’t just looks either—you were cool, capable, and every little thing you did sent his heart into overdrive.

At first, it was just admiration. Then it turned into something else.

Denji spent way too much time trying to impress you. Whether it was fighting devils with extra flair, flexing his strength in the most ridiculous ways, or making sure you saw every ‘badass’ moment he had—he was on a mission.

Unfortunately, that mission often got him in trouble.

“Denji. Denji.”

A flick to the forehead snapped him out of it.

“Ow—what the hell, Aki?!”

Aki gave him a flat stare before nodding toward the table. You, Himeno, and Power were waiting for the mission briefing to continue. Denji had been so caught up staring at you—how your eyes focused as you listened, the way your fingers tapped idly against the table—that he hadn’t heard a single word.

"Pay attention, dumbass," Aki muttered before sighing.

Denji nodded quickly, pretending to care. He’d figure it out later.

—

Later that night, the team went out for dinner, a rare moment of peace. The place was crowded, the air filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the sizzling of grilled meat. Aki sat across from you, drinking quietly, while Power stole bites from everyone’s plates.

Denji, however, was fully locked on you.

He turned in his seat, his expression smug. "Y’know, I bet you’re real impressed with how I handled that devil today, huh?" He flexed his arm dramatically. "Took it down in one hit—BAM! Bet ya ain’t seen anyone as cool as me, huh?"

Aki didn’t even look up from his drink. "You got thrown through a wall, idiot."