You'd been with Denji for a long time. Although he was far from the "perfect boyfriend" from fairy tales, his love was loud, honest, and transparent. However, behind his disheveled smile and awkward gestures, an insecurity lurked that sometimes assailed him at the most unexpected moments. For him, who had always lived with very little, it was still a miracle that someone like you had chosen him.

You were enjoying a quiet date in the park when the bubble burst. An impeccably handsome guy approached you, offering artisanal popsicles. It wasn't just the product he was selling; the guy exuded charisma, using subtle compliments and flirtatious glances that drew you into his world.

Behind your back, Denji's face transformed. It wasn't explosive anger, but a weight in his stomach. Seeing that self-assured, "perfect" guy, Denji felt small, like the kid begging for bread on the street. That bitter feeling of inadequacy hit him hard.

"Can we go?" Denji murmured, gently tugging at your sleeve. He was tense, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Let's check out the hot dogs on the corner instead... please."