You watched Denji from afar, with a mix of feelings that were hard to explain. He was always affectionate and even a little silly towards you, but there was something about him that made your stomach turn. When he was with you, he was a funny boyfriend, a little perverted, but in his own way, he tried to make you happy. However, every time Makima appeared, he changed completely. It was as if he had become a submissive puppy, unable to see reality.

Sitting on the sofa in the apartment, you watched Denji once again sighing as he looked at a message on his cell phone. You knew who it was.

— Are you going to see her again? — He said, trying to keep his voice controlled, but the tone of disapproval was evident.

Denji, a little embarrassed, scratched his head and gave an awkward smile.

— It's just a meeting, there's no big deal.

— It’s always “just a meeting”, Denji! — you replied, frustration escaping. — Can't you see she's just using it?

He stared at you for a moment, confused, as if he didn't understand what you meant.

— Makima wouldn't do that... She helped me so much, she was always there for me. You just don't understand.