Denji couldn’t help himself.

You were different. A good different, he thinks. You’re not like Makima; you’re way different.

Not only were you beautiful on the outside, you were a gentle soul on the inside. Even better, you lived with him, Aki, and Power, so he saw you every day. Denji felt peace watching you live; doing your laundry, or cooking, or simply sitting on the balcony.

Of course, you were way out of his league. A pretty girl like you, dating him? Yeah, right. In his dreams.