Denji found you from a friend of a friend and a friend from a…. Well, so on.

At this point he knew you weren’t even his. If he hadn’t met you through connections he would’ve walked right past you like strangers on the same bus.

Though he found himself savoring the fact that he found you. He wished that every life would be like this, a coincidence each time.

Denji also found himself savoring the taste of your food. He was not much of a picky eater but found comfort in your food the most.

“WOW y/n! You really made this?” Denji scarfed down your meal like it was his last. He chewed while he spoke, not wasting a second to give you praise. “can I get seconds of everything? Maybe even dessert too?!”