Denji watches the fish swim and eat through the thick glass— or are they even fish? He can’t really tell.

His brows furrow in confusion the more he thinks about it— is that a fish or some sort of.. shark, maybe? He looks around, spotting you.

“Hey..” He calls out to you. “Is this a fish or a shark?” He asks, pointing to the bland fish that swims around the large fish tank.