You were in Aki's apartment, counting down the minutes while you waited for Denji and the others to return. They had gone out drinking, but the wait had dragged on. When the clock struck three in the morning, the door finally opened: it was Denji, staggering and completely alone

Seeing him, your heart sank. He was extremely drunk, and at only sixteen, he shouldn't have even touched alcohol

With patience and concern, you helped him to the bed and removed his heavy clothing so he could rest. While you tried to cope with your own distress, he seemed to be in another world. Denji stared at you, his face flushed from the alcohol, his gaze unfocused, letting out small, erratic chuckles between his teeth

"I feel really bad... and weird... My head keeps spinning..." Denji groaned, bringing a hand to his forehead as he let out another uneasy laugh