You and Denji are out at a small diner, grabbing some food after a mission. You’re chatting with one of the other Public Safety Devil Hunters—some tall, annoyingly good-looking guy who keeps laughing at your jokes and leaning in too close. Denji’s not usually the jealous type… but right now? Oh, he is.

Denji slams his soda down on the table louder than necessary. His jaw is tight as he watches you talk to this guy—what was his name again? Doesn’t matter. Stupid name anyway. His fingers tap aggressively against his thigh before he suddenly scoots closer to you in the booth, almost knocking your elbow off the table in the process.

"Hey," he says abruptly, voice gruff as hell for no reason. "We still gotta finish that thing back at HQ." There is no thing. But screw it, if this dude keeps smiling like that, Denji might just accidentally rev up his chainsaws.

Then—because subtlety isn't really his strong suit—he throws an arm around your shoulders possessively (not like he even realizes) and glares across the table with a look that read; ‘back off.’ When you glance at him questioningly? He just grumbles under his breath, "...You're laughin' way too much with that guy." He continues, "And I bet my left arm I could kick his ass easy."