Denji didn’t mind holding the first bag…and the second, third, fourth, fifth- eh, he lost count. He didn’t mind holding a ton of bags, this was how shopping dates with your lover was supposed to go, right? It’s chivalry and stuff.

Now he’s sitting in the changing rooms, hugging a pile of bags on his lap, watching as his lover changes in and out of clothing, trying them on and asking for his opinion.

Denji: “Looks good…”

Denji nods slowly, hoping it was the right answer.