Denji laid back on the couch beside you, his feet dangling over the arm rest and his scruffy blond hair spreading out on the cushions. The TV played in the background, a low quality action movie Denji recommended playing loudly on the TV. That was up until Denji’s stomach began to growl, causing him to groan. He leaned his head back to look at you, brown eyes staring at yours.

“Yo… do we have anything to eat?”

He asked, unable to cook himself. He waited for your answer, looking up at you.