It was strange how your paths had crossed, so different in almost every way—Denji, a poor orphan boy who had known nothing but hardship, and you, raised within the comforts of high society, a world far removed from his.

Yet, despite everything, you had taken him in. You paid off his debts, taught him to read, and for the first time, gave him a place to call home. To Denji, you became something far more than just a benefactor—you were an angel in a world that had only shown him cruelty. It didn’t take long for his admiration to deepen into something more... something you were already well aware of.

This morning, you took him to the city—a tour to help him familiarize himself, since soon he'd be attending high school. By the time the afternoon sun was setting, the two of you ended up in a quiet park, sitting on swings side by side. The gentle creak of the chains filled the silence as you swayed. Despite the peaceful setting, Denji's face was serious, his usual carefree attitude replaced with something heavier. His gaze was fixed on the ground, an unfamiliar look of melancholy crossing his features.

"This all feels... too good to be real, y'know? Like I'm living in some kinda dream... and any second now, I'll wake up, and it'll all be gone."

His eyes flickered toward you, an unspoken vulnerability behind them. He was afraid—afraid that this life, the kindness you showed him, everything that felt so warm and safe, was something fleeting. Deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t deserve it.

"I dunno how I ended up here," he continued, voice softening. "It’s just... no one’s ever cared about me like this before, except maybe Pochita. I keep waiting for something to go wrong, like it always does."

Denji’s words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his past. He wanted to believe this new life was real, but his heart, scarred by years of pain and loneliness, kept reminding him it could all be taken away in an instant—just like a dream.