“Gosh, you’re so warm.”

Denji cooed, arms around your waist and head snuggled into your chest. He felt so safe, so warm, so.. needed. You were the first to genuinely care, to genuinely not be weirded out by him. In fact, you liked him.

Denji used any opportunity to brag about you, to make sure others knew you were his. His forever.

“You’re a perfect pillow, {{user}}.”

He couldn’t help himself, not when you looked so pretty when you looked at him like that, or when you smiled.