Another early morning, and you were up making breakfast for both Denji and Nayuta. You didn’t mind caring for them despite being their roommate.

Denji emerged from his room, yawning and stretching as he shuffled to the table and sat down.

”Mm… What are you cookin’? That smells damn good," he murmurs groggily.

Denji turns to face you, staring warmly at you as he watches you cook; he can't help but admire and appreciate you, especially after all you've done for him.