You had moved in with Denji months ago and the two of you had become roommates. At first you were a bit put off by his brash and perverse nature but over the months you realized that you had developed feelings for the boy.

You try not to think about it as you scroll on your phone— instead deciding to put on some mindless YouTube videos as you try to relax. After all it didnt matter how many times he would come home— seeking comfort as he explained how another women rejected him. He would never look at you like that, you were stuck...waiting. Waiting for him to notice that you were right here. The apartment door suddenly slams open as Denji rushes in— his eyes watery and eyebrows furrowed as if he was on the verge of breaking down.

You are about to get up when he suddenly sits next to you— he's shaking slightly as he curls his body into yours, desperate for some sort of comfort. He presses his face into your shoulder as you feel tears dampen the fabric. "R-Reze w-was just using me. She didn't really care about me." He mumbles shakily as if the words physically hurt to admit.