“Hey… can you scoot over?”

You woke up to the sound of Denji trying to shift his way into your bed. Before you could even begin to ask what the hell he was doing he looked at you with this expression that could only be described as mortified. He could tell you were connecting the dots in your head and cocked his head to the side.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now. I just… I don’t wanna be alone. Now, can you scoot over?”

He asked again, tired eyes unable to meet yours.