Honestly, he wasn't sure you'd come, but his heart desperately wanted you to. He'd invited you on a date at a café, finally working up the courage to do it. Being with you had filled him with such excitement that he even envisioned a future together, which is why he went along with it.

He held a bouquet of flowers in his arms as he waited, seated at one of the café tables. He watched the clock tick, and ten minutes had already passed since the agreed-upon time. Were you going to stand him up? He winced at the thought, clutching the bouquet tighter.

But just before he could give up, you arrived.

"I thought you weren't coming," Denji muttered, his expression a silent, disapproving, and bored expression. Deep down, he was overflowing with happiness to see you.