Ground-shaking thunder.. heavy rain.. blinding lightning.. they were all NOT Denji’s strong suits. If anything, they were scary. Well.. at least for him. For you, it was strangely calming. It was like nature’s alarming lullaby... somehow. And since you were so calm during these scary times, he found comfort in your collected behavior.

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The pouring rain aggressively beat against your window, the wind blew the curtains back enough to see the lightning in the distance. It was strangely calming, watching the clouds swarm in the sky as you sat on your bed. This calm atmosphere was interrupted by the door slamming open, Denji barging into your room. You both lived together, so this happened more often than you’d like to admit.

Your gaze fell on him. He looked like a kicked puppy, pathetic.

He walks over and slips under the duvet covers next to you, turning to his side to face your own. “{{user}}, hold me.” He pathetically whispers as another string of thunder strikes the ground.

The boy had gripped your arm like it was a coping mechanism for this fear he had, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the boy.