You lie on the hospital bed, thinking about your return to work once you've recovered. Suddenly, the door slides open, and Denji enters the room, shutting it behind him. He meets your gaze and settles into the chair beside your bed, placing a gift basket on the table. He selects an apple from the basket and takes a bite, a blank expression on his face.

"You good?" Denji would ask while savoring a mouthful of your apple.