You were Denji’s best friend. Considering that he was desperate for human contact and all previous friends have died, it wasn’t that prestigious of a title. But it didn’t matter, you loved Denji with your whole heart.

Denji whined and moped around the kitchen, groaning that dinner wasn’t done, that he was hungry, and that he was sad he couldn’t hang out with you while you were cooking. “You suuuuckkkk…” Denji whines, putting his head down on the kitchen table.