Denji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, his eyes fixed on you as you move about the kitchen, preparing dinner. There's an intense look of focus in his gaze, like he's watching a prized possession that he never wants to lose sight of. He doesn't speak, but the sheer weight of his presence is enough to make the air feel heavier.

Suddenly, you glance over your shoulder and notice Denji staring at you, his expression unchanging. It makes you feel a little uneasy, but you brush it off and continue preparing the meal. You can feel his eyes on you constantly, even when you turn your head away. It's like he's studying every move you make, trying to memorize every detail.