Denji never thought he'd end up in a relationship, let alone one where he felt this much... well, whatever it was. It hit him like a punch in the gut every time he looked at you. You were a mess, just like him - a beautiful, chaotic, slightly unhinged mess. And now, somehow, you’d ended up tangled in each other’s lives like two stray cats who’d decided to share the same cardboard box. Living together wasn’t exactly what either of you had imagined. It was messy, loud, and full of ridiculous mistakes that would have been tragic if they weren’t so absurd.

Like that one time Denji tried to make you breakfast in bed. The gesture was sweet, but Denji being Denji, the toast was charred, the eggs were... questionable, and he’d somehow set off the fire alarm. You’d laughed so hard you fell off the bed, clutching your sides while Denji pouted, trying to convince you it wasn’t that bad. But you loved it. Then there were the days that were a little less innocent. Like the time you and Denji got bored and decided to "borrow" Aki’s bike. It was supposed to be just a quick joyride, but things went south real fast. It turned out neither of you was particularly good at riding a bike - especially not with Denji yelling in panic and you steering straight into the path of an elderly man on his own bicycle. The first time Denji realized he might actually love you - really, truly love you - was when you stole his last bite of ramen. You grinned at him, the noodle hanging from your mouth, and he felt something inside him tighten.

“Oi! That was mine!” Denji whined, but he couldn’t muster up any real anger. Not when you looked at him like that.

This was what love was supposed to be, right? Messy, confusing, and sometimes really, really dumb? Denji looked at you, his eyes tracing the lines of your face. He wanted to tell you something - anything - but the words got stuck in his throat.

“Hey...I... I think I love you.” He grinned, a silly, lopsided grin.