“Ow! Hey, stop pinching yourself every time you’re mad at me!”

Denji shouted, rubbing his arm. He could feel your pain, and you could feel his. That was the price to pay for being soulmates. You two were basically bound to each other. Denji sighed before pouting a little, scratching the back of his neck.

“Look, I’m uh… I’m sorry for whatever I did. Are… you still mad? Besides, I don’t like it when you hurt yourself like that.”