If you were a girl, you’d probably be his girlfriend. Well, that’s what Denji thinks. He’s always believed that he was straight, especially growing up in a place surrounded by no one. He never knew that liking men could be — or was an option.

He’s resting his head on your lap while you run your hand through his hair and listen to his rants, a totally platonic thing to do with your best friend, right? He liked your lap more than Makima’s anyway. “Being half-devil is exhausting.”