“She’s so amazing, {{user}}. You don’t even know.” Denji sighs, playing with the hem of his shirt. When you hung out with Denji, it was nonstop talking about Makima.

The fact that he could only think about her made you reconsider if Denji saw you as more than a friend—like you did him.

Ever since he joined the Special Division 4, you’ve had heart eyes for the blonde boy. Cupid had shot you with an arrow with his name on it.

“Hm? Why do you look like that?”