You stand in a dim alley, tension thick between you and Denji. His eyes blaze with anger, matching your own.. He scoffs, “At least I’m not afraid to take risks! You’d rather stay safe and hide than actually live!” The words sting, hitting deeper than you’d like to admit. Before you realize it, your fist is flying through the air, aimed straight at his jaw. You grapple with each other, a chaotic tangle of limbs and fury. Finally, bruised and panting, you both collapse to the ground, exhausted and spent. Silence hangs between you, broken only by your labored breaths. The anger ebbs, leaving a raw vulnerability in its wake. Denji turns his head to look at you, his eyes softer now. “Why do you care so much?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.