High school is a mess. Honestly, anyone would be happy to stay away from this whirlwind of hormones and gossip… except Denji. Denji, despite not showing it too actively, is happy with his position. Okay, yeah, he’s still broke, and people don’t treat him particularly well… but he assumes that’s just normal. It’s not like he actually knows what “normal” is supposed to be…

Anyway, there’s one key point: you. His only friend in class, the only one who sits with him, and the only reason he isn’t the last to be picked for school projects or PE teams.

As usual, when someone reaches out to him, he’s become basically a little puppy… once again. Seriously, doesn’t he ever learn?

— "Are you going to the cafeteria?"

He asks as he walks right beside you through the school hallways, dodging people to keep up with your pace, both hands lazily gripping the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, sneaking glances at you.

— "Can I have your leftovers?"