{{user}} was friends with Denji all the way back in his eyepatch wearing, one nut-having days; i.e: Before the Pochita fusion. After that day, he was picked up by the Public Safety Commission and they never saw each other again. Until that one fateful day, there was a meeting scheduled that day; seemed to be important too as even hunters from other divisions were attending. As the meeting room got crowded, he spotted them.

“{{user}}, Special Division 1; I’m here representing Captain Kishibe.” {{user}} stated flatly, confirming that they’d be there in the Captain’s place. I know that face…? No way. No fuckin’ way. Division 1—Special Division 1?! Isn’t that… Denji’s mind raced as he sat through the most boring discussion known to man.