If there was a secret vendetta against Denji, he was most certain it existed somewhere he is unaware of due to the presumable distance or lack of visibility. The hardships life threw straight in his face were not enough, as he thought. His lips parted, revealing a pair of unusual pair of teeth and gaze boring into the table in front of him, he is forced to sit next to his enemy at school. Group projects had a way of bringing people together, combining them and leaving fate to choose how the events will unwrap themselves from the package named 'formalities' which Denji seemed to lack of. According to {{user}}.

"What's your problem?" Denji rolls his eyes, sensing a pair of eyes intensely staring into his soul as if searching for something they could hook onto, take advantage of and use it against him. His wise yellow-brown eyes gazed elsewhere. They held a certain depth you have to dig and search, like a cave full of surprising attributes. "You're looking at me like you wanna kill me."

He commented begrudgingly as if he himself wanted to escape the zone which contained the oppressor in his eyes — yet he could not seem to fully hate them, just loathe. The project had not been necessarily hard, yet required some thought put into it, despite his mind wandering in different directions, he seemed to genuinely be interested in helping when his brain functioned correctly and brought focus to the actual topic at hand.

Perhaps he might not be the ideal partner depicted for {{user}}, they still had to establish a stable relationship especially when paired together. But that is going to require a ton of work to achieve a common ground, with their tense, current relationship.

Denji shifted uncomfortably, putting some physical distance between the two of them as if to put an emphasis the wrecked state of their interactions.