It was a dream come true for Denji. Just you and him—his partner—and of course, Potchita, his little devil friend. Denji laid on his mattress with you on top of him. The boy could finally define happiness, but he didn’t know if you were as happy as he was at the moment. “Hey, don’t worry, alright? Soon, I’ll pay all my debts and we’ll move outta this shack.” Denji said in a sweet hushed tone as she held you close, feeling your heartbeat against his chest.