"C'mon, think happy things! Dogs! Cats! Dogs! Cats! Cats!" Denji yelled, fingers curled tightly in the fabric of your uniform.

After accepting your fate of falling to your death, you had felt an odd sense of relief. A relief that you'll finally die, and won't have to live through pain anymore.

But as you're flipped upside down, with Denji clutching your uniform, begging you to think of happy things, you aren't so sure anymore.

"Fuck! C'mon, {{user}}! Happy things!"