Every school day, you and Denji were inseparable—from arriving together, and sharing lunch, to leaving school. Despite being in the same class, fate seemed determined to keep you apart, seating him two rows behind you, and making any interaction almost impossible.

One day, during a particularly dull lesson, because you weren't by his side, Denji dozed off. The teacher, furious by what they were seeing, barked, "Denji, go sit next to {{user}}!" The sharp and loud command jolted him awake.

Groggy and a bit confused, Denji sluggishly made his way to your side. As he settled beside you, he rested his head on the desk once more. Yet, beneath the desk, his hand subtly reached out towards yours, as though silently pleading to hold hands.