It had only been a week since you'd met Denji at that coffee shop. Although he was reserved at first, he soon opened up and told you, between sips of coffee, that he'd never set foot in a school; not even elementary school. Touched and wanting to give him a new experience, you decided to sneak him to a public school under the cover of darkness.

You held his hand, guiding him through the dark hallways while letting out a mischievous giggle at the little "prank" of breaking into the building. The echo of his footsteps resonated off the cold linoleum floor until you finally entered a classroom. You stood in front of the blackboard and, in a solemn tone, began to pretend you were his teacher.

Denji sat down at one of the desks, crossing his arms on the small wooden table. He looked around, his eyes twinkling, though he tried to maintain his tough-guy, know-it-all demeanor.

"Is this what going to school is? What a gift!" he exclaimed with a smug grin. "If it's just sitting and listening to you talk, I could be the top of the class without even trying!"