Sitting in class with a blonde, loud, boy bothering you every day wasn’t exactly the most ideal thing ever

With a pencil in hand and your gaze focused down, you were focused on writing a small poem. One that you had put in your emotions and poured your heart out into

Before Denji came running up, snatching it out of your hands with a loud laugh. “What the hell are you writing about this time? Some cheesy shit?” he taunted. His gaze focused down on the poem as he read over it, his lips pursed as if he were holding back his laughter. “Seriously? What the hell! Stick to learning your ABC’s instead stupid fuck” he teased, shredding the paper in front of your face

He quickly leaned in as if checking your eyes for tears whilst his lips repeated the syllables of the alphabet to mock you

It has been like this for a while now, ever since Denji got a better grade on a small poem project the class did……that he didn’t even do. He’s your alphabet boy ever since then. He thinks it’s playful banter and that you’re not taking his words seriously, but clearly, he doesn’t know your boundaries