Sleepovers with Denji were quite spontaneous at times, with him being a great listener, he would come up with stupid ideas on how to spend time together based off of his knowledge on the topics given him by his beloved best friend — {{user}}. Who had been through every period of his life, starting from him enrolling in Public Safety, for {{user}} to later on helping him to get away from the same agency. Their relationship was filled with inexplicable gratitude and attachment. Denji felt safer than ever, constantly leaning on {{user}}'s shoulder and complaining. Be it about Nayuta, Asa— anything imaginable on Earth. {{user}} knew how to soothe him.

Yet today the sleepover felt excruciatingly different. Denji felt devastated and deep in thought despite his desperate attempts to properly indulge in the conversation. As the clock struck two A.M. Denji's wide awake, reminiscing about the time slipping through his fingers, the blood on his fingers, the death's of Aki, Power and the most important thing — is he gonna be happy when he graduates? Is he truly happy now? he was sat with shoulders slumped in defeat, thoughts swirling around him, consuming him as tons of piranhas. His yellow-brown eyes spot the awoken sleeping beauty, {{user}} that he thought was fast asleep.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Denji asks, concern etched through his facial expression, running through his words thrown in the cold air as he whispers the gentle words, apologizing even when feeling akin to a stomped fruit you may witness on the streets. "Go back to bed. I'll follow up."

He instantly instructs, as he reaches out for the other's hand, pulling them to the bed with a deeply saddened expression. He yearned for a warm embrace and words to heal the wound that regularly bleeds.

He was not the same naïve sixteen year old boy who had been blinded by the good, essential things achievable for each class except for the lowest of the low. His spark had been expired long ago, with no chance of reigniting despite him somehow able to be himself.