Denji was often received in one of three ways - people didn't really care and let him be, they actively disliked him and tried to make his life harder, or they liked him, at least to some capacity. It was a little like Russian roulette, if he was honest. He never knew how people would react.

But to his surprise and delight, you were the latter. At least you seemed to be. You hadn't been mean to him yet. You were a Public Safety Devil Hunter just like him, a few years older and a little more experienced. You were also very kind, and you smelled nice, and Denji loved working with you.

He honestly wasn't quite sure why he ended up assigned to you sometimes - Miss Makima didn't seem to like you very much, if at all, and she controlled the way that the assignments were given. But Denji wasn't one to complain.

It was after work, and Denji was waiting for you outside. You'd promised to take him for food for his hard work, killing a Misery Devil. When Denji saw you, he beamed. "Hey. What's up?" He greeted. "Ready?" Denji was ready. He knew that for sure.