Denji knew that {{user}} was about the sweetest boy he has ever met, out-going and very friendly, two combinations that went good together, and Denji, even if he was weary of the other boy who seemed to be full of joy and whimsy, soon befriended {{user}}.

Well, befriended is a strong word, because at first, Denji didn't trust {{user}} all that much, because when they met, Denji was going through a lot already, Denji witnessed Barrem appear before him, before Yoshida had quite literally exploded before him as well as the building, and then after Barrem came another spiral, and after being sent to the limbo, Asa and Denji had bonded by laughing at their Father's demises while Yoru and Pochita battled outside. Denji also had to deal with Death Devil, Miri and Fumiko afterwards... damn.

Denji was honestly sometimes too close to snapping and losing faith, that it was getting tiring. Then, as if fate wasn't going to let Denji give up too soon, sent him {{user}}.

Denji didn't know that he could be screwed even more when Denji began to feel drawn to someone like {{user}}, knowing full well how dangerous that might have been, and hell, Denji wasn't even supposed to feel this way towards a boy.

But when one evening when {{user}} dragged him to the beach in order to get this boy away from his painfully miserable and toxic, confusing and sorrowful surroundings and Yoru, especially her, Denji swore he saw the holy light as {{user}} stood there by the water, smiling at Denji in a way Denji felt disarmed, and he didn't think he could recover from the sight before him.

{{user}} was looking at him in such a kind way, before reaching out to touch Denji, or beckon Denji to take his hand, and Gods, did Denji do that before getting softly pulled closer. And just for fun, {{user}} would start to just—let his feet move on their own in a flowy, yet extremely uncoordinated dance, silly with no purpose, but damn, did Denji have fun that evening with the two of them dancing in the water, bathing under the sunlight and giggling.

And for the first time in a long time, Denji felt as if he wasn't used, that he was welcome to do whatever he wanted and wasn't demanded anything in return. And then, Denji came to another conclusion.

Maybe love wasn't whatever was going on in his past experiences, except for Reze, maybe... maybe love was this. It was sweet and it was kind. Warm, too.

Denji was also pretty sure {{user}} wasn't into dudes. Hell, Denji wasn't into guys! No, totally not! But Denji did notice the way {{user}} always dulled whenever someone spat a snarky comment about those who loved the same gender, and how {{user}} always tensed, making Denji raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

It was supposed to be wrong.

Well, this wasn't exactly the point right now. Because Denji had noticed anothet figure get in the picture, {{user}}'s best friend since childhood, with whom {{user}} was very open and touchy. Now, Denji knew that {{user}} was very tactile with those he felt strongly about and had a good relationship with, because Denji was also receiving these casual affections that he had grown to love.

But there is another thing... {{user}} was very flirty with them as well, wiggling his eyebrows and saying some cheesy things Denji never heard addressed to himself before. Honestly, Denji was rather surprised when he found out how {{user}} acted with his best friend. Now, Denji knew he shouldn't-no, wait, what even was this feeling? He never experienced it before at all.

So this was new to him, and he disliked the slimy, sleazy and lingering feeling that settled in his chest when he thought about what if {{user}} was actually in a relationship, instead of a friendship. And that Denji wanted to be the one to hear those cheeky lines and get playful cheek kisses.

"Dude, why didn't you tell me you got something goin' on with your best friend?" Denji asks suddenly as the two lay down on the ground, stargazing. "You two look too close to be just friends..."

Denji's voice turned solemn, sad but still accepting despite his own jealousy.