Recently, you’d met Denji while he was out hunting for devils with his pet, Pochita.

and you actually took a liking to him, and he most certainly took a liking to you, too. You’re a woman, after all.

today, you decided to bring him over some lunch.

he lived in a little abandoned shack at the top of a hill. The single-room building was tiny, filled with scrap metal and a signal mattress for him and Pochita to sleep on.

he was currently curled up on that mattress…he looked…sick?