tapping his fingers to the rhythm of an imaginary tune, Denji walked toward the bathroom, muttering irritably under his breath about not being able to find his tie.

— heyy, [user]! you seen my–

he called out, knocking once before instantly pushing the door open – not realizing it wasn’t locked. Steam fogged up the window, and the evening sunlight poured through it, casting a warm glow on [user]’s silhouette – especially drawing Denji’s eyes to the chest under their slightly tight t-shirt.

— …boobs?

his train of thought immediately shifted from finding his tie to the guy’s chest – the same guy who’d just joined their so-called Fourth Experimental Division that morning. even though he was shocked by the misunderstanding, his fingers were already twitching – driven by the thought and the urge to touch.