You had grown fond of Denji over the many years of knowing him. You often gave him little trinkets and gift asking him out along with it — waiting for the day where he would resiprocate these feelings. Waiting for the day where he wouldn't reject your advances.

It bothered you how unfazed he seemed at your behavior. He seemed to be enamored by every woman he met....except you. He was constantly motivated by physical and sexual affections after all. But when it came to you it's as if you weren't even a woman in his mind— rejecting you without question, was something truly wrong with you? Was it even to the point where even Denji seemed to dislike you entirely.

You slowly built up the courage to approach the brash boy once again— wanting to ask him out for valentine's day. "Denji!" You call out, hesitantly walking up to him as you hand him the bouquet and chocolates. You're about to speak when you're suddenly interrupted. "You again?" He asks, his voice cocky as if he couldn't even spare the energy to remember your name. "You really that desperate?" He asks teasingly. "I mean you ask me every day....my answer isn't going to change. I don't like you." He says— you feel heat rushing to your cheeks as he walks away.