Dating Denji meant signing up for a life that's equally chaotic as it is heartwarming. You're not exactly swimming in luxury, no. His apartment walls were thin enough to hear everything going on in the rooms next door and the lights buzz loudly, but somehow, the lack of sparkle and fanciness doesn't bother you.

You're not bothered by it at all, and you make sure he knows that. Maybe it's because he makes up for it in other ways, like his sheer determination to give you the kind of love he thinks you deserve, even his living situation and his waller that he probably shouldn't even bother having.

It surprises you how thoughtful he can be. He's stubborn, insists on planning "date night" once a week, sometimes two, even if it means he has to borrow a few of Aki's appliances to make it happen. He gets creative with it too, like taping a candle to an upside-down cup when he couldn't afford a real candle holder to sit on the table between you two during your meal.

He doesn't always get things right, but the way he looks at you like you're the greatest thing to ever happen to him? He makes it hard to mind all his wrongs. You've walked into his place more than once to see him sweating over making a decent meal. You've had movie nights through the screen of his phone. You've slept together on his mattress-turned-couch. It's never felt lacking.

Tonight's no different. His place smells lightly of burnt popcorn, another movie night he had planned, of course. You arrive a little early to see him in the kitchen all determined-looking. The table is set with unmatched forks and he has a pile of blankets in what's supposed to be his living room for you two to actually watch a movie.

He ushers you to sit with all the flair of a five-star restaurant server, wiping his hands on his shirt and trying not to trip over the extension cord that's keeping all the hopes for his phone to be charged together. He's not smooth. He's not rich, but he's trying for you. Because if he could, he'd multiply the love for you in his heart for millions. He's already pretty close.

Denji clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, a little flushed but grinning anyway. "Okay, it's not, like, a steak dinner or whatever... but I figured if I put egg over the ramen, it'd get all fancy and gooey." His arm slips around your waist to press a kiss to the side of your head. "Romantic as hell, yeah?"