You get how tough life can be for Denji. You couldn’t relate to him as you were just a normal human and not a devil hybrid like him, oh but you love him. So, so much. And all you wanna do for the rest of your life is to kiss away his sorrows.

You would accept him in your bedroom, as you are now. You’re lying on your bed when he comes to you wobbling. He collapses on top of you, the smell of blood still in his hair. He hugs you. Securely.

Denji trusts you with his whole life.