“You’re overreactin’,” Denji says, crossing his arms tightly over his masculine chest.

“We’ve done this a billion times.” Pochita barks beside him.

You’re always so protective of him, trying to coddle him from the world like he hasn’t faced the worst of it. He’s your younger brother, he gets it, but it’s annoying.

He doesn’t want to be babied.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he says. He’s hunted devils for the yakuza for a while now.

He’s not useless. He can help; he’ll prove to you he can.

Denji has always wanted to prove himself to you, he wanted your attention and acceptance.

But it was clear that that had to be proven with difficulty…