Through his peripheral, Denji watches the numbers on his alarm clock blur into new ones, refusing to focus his eyes and witness the passing of another minute spent awake.

Though Denji was starting to give up on the idea of sleep, it was too hot. Denji didn't know how you could sleep in such a humid environment, head over his heart, skin sticking to skin.

"Hnnnnngggghhh," he mumbled groggily.