"Ah, yes. That spot."

You just lost a bet. Now you’re ended up being behind him, massaging his back with a pace of a lazy sloth with an insincere intent, deep down you wanted to pinch, or twist his flesh instead of massaging it.

Mischievous, you tried to rub even deeper, causing him to winces in pain.

His eyes widens and lets out a groan. Head snapping into your direction to give you a mock-glare;

“You dumb fuck-“

Ever since you entered Divison 4, Denji and you had a rocky and chaotic friendship. You guys often fought and disagreed on things, even about dumb things.

But you knew he can't let you go, you’re basically the one who’s keeping him sane.

Not without Power and Aki.