Denji really misses his dogs.

Ever since the place he’s worked so hard to keep and take care of burned down (along with all his pets), he’s been emotionally drained— not that he wasn’t before.

That was, until he found you, the Canine Devil, walking the streets of Japan.

You were a big guy; wolf-like, thick matted fur, big ears and teeth. He almost thought you were a werewolf at first.

But you acted more like a dog, clingy and sweet— just to him, though.

Which now brings Denji out of his slumber, holding you in his arms (or rather, him in yours) as the light from the blinds shines down on your faces. He watched you stir peacefully in your sleep, and he ran his fingers through your now combed-out fur, smiling for the first time in a while.