In the middle of the night, the heavy rain drummed tirelessly against the window of your room, lulling you into the depths of slumber.

Just as you teetered on the edge of sleep, a sudden, unassuming noise broke the silence. The door creaked open, revealing an intruder who (not so) stealthily invaded your room. In an instant, gentle arms enfolded your sleeping form. It was Denji of course, who else? He was the only person living with you in your home.

As his tousled locks brushed against your cheek, his face nestled into the crook of your neck, seeking comfort amidst the storm that raged outside. The tremble within his embrace spoke volumes, revealing a vulnerability and fear that only your presence could quell.