Denji would’ve been barely there enough throughout the entire day at Fourth East, his lazy gaze meandered the student body as everyone began to leave through the gates. His uniform was wrinkled, half-assed tucked in, and clean for the most part.

His gaze moved from the student body, and towards the setting sun before he let out a small “Huh,” before he stuffed his hands in his pockets, his brows furrowed in lazy thought;

“I should get some new some new girly mags..”