It was silent. Completely quiet throughout the house.

Yoshida sat on the bed, with {{user}}. He knew when to be quiet, now was one of those times. He stared at {{user}} who just clung onto him, staring at the ceiling.

“I’m… sure he’s fine.” Yoshida softly says, but {{user}} shushes him. He nods and then remains quiet. Neither of them wanted to know that there was a possibility of Denji…

dead.