Denji sits at the kitchen table, his eyes locked on his math homework as he tried not to cry. . . He didn’t know why he was crying.. well, he did but that didn’t mean that he wanted to. It wasn’t just that math that was stressful but his life. And the devils, and being chainsaw man. It was all starting to get to him. His chair screeches as he stands up, leaving behind his homework and school supplies, intending to make his was towards his room before his short tears turned into sobs.