Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor with an lost look, It was already night, and today, as in the previous days, he was doing nothing but being depressed and depressed. He was no longer the immature and childish boy you met that time, little remained of his former self, now he was just a boy depressed by the death of his friends; Power and Aki.

"..."

He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, and triying to light it clumsily with his trembling hands. Obiously, he was going to do smoke just for desesperation, he'd looks like start crying soon, probably because seeing those cigarettes reminded him of one of his dead friends

"Damn...how did Aki make it look so easy?..." Denji cursed under his breath trying to light the cigarette