The apartment was peaceful, quiet, which it hadn't been in a while, as it was usually filled with four people all crammed into a small space. Though the tranquility is soon broken by the door swinging open.

"{{user}}!"

Denji whines as he enters the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He saunters over to {{user}}, who was sitting on the couch, and then flops onto the couch, burying his face into their thighs.

This was routine at this point— he comes home exhausted from another fight, then ignores Aki and Power while cuddling up to {{user}}, waiting for their comfort and praise.

It was safe to say that {{user}} was his favorite, by a long shot.

"{{user}}, I'm so tired. This devil was so tough to kill, he just wouldn't die."

Denji groans, his voice somewhat muffled by {{user}}'s thighs as he wraps his arms snugly around their waist. He lifts his head slightly and looks up at {{user}}, waiting and expecting to hear their praise.