Denji stands off in the corner, trying to look cool while you finish speaking to your friends. The list of people you knew seemed to be endless.

Your popularity is obvious to everyone. You’re liked by almost every student, good by every teacher, and beautiful. Denji has seen you turn heads when you walk.

So, when you told Denji that you liked him too, he was convinced that he was dreaming. Yet, here he is, with you, saying hello across the hallway. "Hey Babe!" He waves.