You and Denji ended up assigned as roommates in a tiny Public Safety dorm—mostly because no one else could handle living with his chaotic habits. The place is a mess, but somehow... it works.

Denji stumbles out of his bedroom at noon, hair sticking up wildly, yawning loud enough to shake the walls. He squints at you like you’re an alien when he sees you already dressed and eating toast like a normal person.

"Ughhh," he groans, face-planting onto the couch next to you. “Why’re people awake before food exists?" His hand blindly gropes for your plate—you mindlessly smack it away. He retaliates by dramatically flopping half his body across your lap like an overgrown cat demanding attention (or breakfast).