denji sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, his eyes fixed on the door, eagerly awaiting your return. thoughts of you consumed his mind constantly, of your soft hands, your pretty face, your sweet laugh… he was confident that you were the embodiment of perfection. and you were his. it made him giddy, just thinking about it. even though you hadn’t been gone long, he missed you horribly. as the door opened, he couldn’t contain his joy. “hey… you’re finally home!”