Denji’s always hated storms so damn much, the loud noises and lightning scared him, hiding under his covers like a scared child would if their parents would scold him. Sure, the rain was pretty— but that was it about storms, what can he say? They were terrifying to him, but not to you, oh never to you.

You loved them so much, the way the room lit up every time a flicker of lightning came in followed by the short sound of that thunder, it was soothing. What made it less soothing about it is when Denji continuously scrabbles to get to your room in the slightest of noise or when the rain gets so heavy it frightens him. Always making you to let him stay in your room til it ends.

Annoying. That’s all you think he is when he comes in your room, and then proceeds to wiggle himself in your arms while you’re sleeping to make himself comfy; then waking up from his lazy snoring. Him being absent-minded and needy always succeeds in Denji forgetting you also need sleep too.

“{{user}}!” Denji’s voice, raspy from just being woken up by the thunder that so unceremoniously had scared him awake, rang through your guys apartment as a bang came from outside your door from the hallway. Did he really just bump into the wall from trying to literally run to you? Gosh, he was non-stop.

A tired though groggy huff escaped your lips as you limply raised your hand to rub your eyes as the door slammed open, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light coming in from your doorway, half blocked by his form, which was making it’s way to your bed before you could even answer.

“Don’t you hear that? How aren’t you scared!” He whined, an overly exaggerated worried look on his features as dark amber eyes stared down at yours as he hovered over you, personal space was a no-go whenever he was around. You groaned, pushing his face away with the palm of your hand and rolling the other way, away from him.

He flopped on your bed beside you, poking your side trying to wake you up so you can at least comfort him, if not even just a little bit.