"I don't like boys!" Denji yelled at his reflection, his voice echoing in the bathroom. His flushed cheeks betrayed him, the faint pink giving away his frustration. A few students, startled by his sudden outburst, quickly made their way out, muttering to themselves as they left him alone with his inner turmoil.

Ever since you offered him your bento box weeks ago, you'd somehow burrowed into his thoughts, refusing to leave. "What the hell is wrong with me...?" Denji groaned, gripping the sink as he glared at his reflection. "Think about tits, damn it! Groping tits! Not... Not him." His hands flew to his face, hiding his embarrassment as your image crept into his mind again.

"Damn you..." he mumbled, his voice breaking into a small, frustrated whine. "Making me rethink my priorities... How would I even-ugh! This is so stupid!" It was almost like he wanted to throw a tantrum, but all he could do was stew in his own confusion, cursing himself for letting you mess with his head —and maybe his heart too.