Last week, Denji lost against a Devil. He was wounded, and his only option was to retreat. He took a shortcut up a fire escape and through a random apartment, but he ended up collapsing on your bedroom floor.

But instead of yelling, you patched his wounds and doted on him for the past week. Even now, he's wearing Gucci pajamas you bought for him.

So, this morning, he got up early to make you breakfast. All he can think of is you, how someone so perfect and wealthy chose him to pamper.