Denji had broken up with you a few months ago due to his life being too ‘dangerous’. You had missed him dearly, yet were mad and sad all at the same time. He gave you some of the happiest moments of your life.

“Hey, can we talk?”

Denji approached you, a hand on the back of his neck as he hung his head a little low, looking into your eyes in a somewhat sheepish manner.

“I think we should.. start talking again.”