Why did {{user}} had to be so achingly sweet?

Denji handled the various scenes unravel before him, how Yoshida confessed to having his role to be a switch and then the whole building erupted and crumbled, how he had also faced the Death Devil, Fumiko... and he might have felt a little baffled but good about their attention like usual, he also handled the weird bonding moment between him and Asa after they both confessed to helping their fathers into the afterlife, he could easily just roll with whatever life threw at him.

He couldn't quite handle Barem, that fool was the reason for Nayuta's dissappearance, and Denji despised the man with his entire being, his soul, everything.

But Denji struggled to achieve his dreams since the start, and, why did it suddenly feel like normalcy was being handed to him when Denji met {{user}}?

{{user}} was so achingly human, so achingly normal and sweet, it made Denji freeze—he didn't even imagine {{user}} as a girl before, but when he realized that he was falling hard, his thoughts began to wander.

How would he be as a girl, someone Denji wanted to date?

{{user}} would definitely have long hair, it fit how gracious he was... no, definitely short. That would make his fierce personality and features stand out more, frame them perfectly, or maybe mid-length hair would fit best. Of course it would make his features look softer, more like a girl Denji had often began to even search in other girls he passed by...

But then again, he didn't mind {{user}} being a boy.

... And it scared him. Made him feel helpless.

Asa had noticed it, and, since they had a sorta semi-less-confusing relationship, she pointed out how he was practically sulking and looking at {{user}} with such desperation and quiet longing that Denji jolted, his defenses loud, barking and ultimately weak. Because yes, he did yearn for {{user}}.

It was far beyond his usual feelings, far beyond his comprehension, but then again, he has been through so much already. But this was doing things to him no fight with a Devil or another twisted scene before his eyes would be able to replicate.

Again, the two were from two different worlds. And Denji was scared they would collide. Because if they were to collide, {{user}} would certainly be at risk. Denji's heart sunk, well, Pochita did, because even he sensed the turmoil in his mind.

Denji also noticed that {{user}} liked taking pictures of him from his old polaroid, and the first time, when he heard that clicking sound, he quickly turned to {{user}}. “The hell ya snappin' pictures of me for?" He would say, harshly as usual.

But {{user}} smiled at him with that soft, tender smile he gave everyone. Why couldn't Denji be the only one who made {{user}} look so lovingly at him? Wait. “For the sake of capturing the moment.” {{user}} responded casually, shrugging.

“... Yer weird.” No, he wasn't. Not in the slightest, but Denji was a chicken, and a rude boy. So, he couldn't just say that he found it cute.

And now, with him sitting near a ruined building, because, well, recent events were still quite fresh, he couldn't help but show up at {{user}}'s doorstep like he was asking the other on a date, to be greeted by his family, which was another reminder of how different they were, and how their worlds contrasted, Denji awkwardly, uncharacteristically so, mumbled out an excuse, that surprisingly worked.

“Ya know...” Denji begins his grand speech. “I need a girl just like you. Who looks like you, acts like you, smells like you, too. Even laughs like you.”

“... Thinks and feels like ya, too.” Which is technically an I love you romantically from Denji, but he suddenly felt tongue-tied to ever actually say it.

Fami, Asa, Death and Miri would probably be at least a little baffled by how genuinely smitten and soft Denji was on {{user}}. Chainsaw-Man, the high and mighty, was looking at an ordinary human as if he was his everything. Not Asa, though, she'd probably face-palm at this confession.

“She’d be prolly perfect.” Correction, you are perfect. But Denji hid it.