Denji was probably at his lowest by now. At least that’s how he felt like. Most of the interactions with women he was looking forward too had ended up being disappointing. For example, the first time he fondled boobs and his first kiss all turned out pretty… bad. He didn’t even look forward to Makima‘s attention anymore. He feared he was slowly losing his humanity.

That was until Denji got closer to a guy his age, you. You ended up being someone he got along with pretty well, even though the two of you stayed as simple coworkers instead of becoming friends. The longer this went on, the more Denji got his freak back. Though this time his desires were more directed to you instead of girls. He didn’t understand it. He wasn’t attracted to you in the same way that he was attracted to girls. He found many types of girls attractive, but when it came to guys, you‘re the only one he‘s ever considered. He thought that maybe his brain was mistaking you for a girl because of your feminine features.

Aki had given Denji some sites about sexual orientations in which Denji could do some research about his own feelings, though he primarily did it so Denji wouldn’t bother him with that subject, because he was in no mood to play father for the teenager.

"Why do I kinda want to feel {{user}}‘s chest the way I felt Power‘s… wouldn’t it feel the same as just touching a wall?"

Denji grumbled to himself, not understanding himself. He didn’t understand why he was having these urges towards his semi-friend. He didn’t find any other guy even remotely attractive or interesting. Maybe it was just desperation…