The pulsing rhythmic of the musics filled the dimly lit room, where bodies swayed and laughter echoed off the walls. You were lost in the haze, the world spinning in the pleasant fog of drunkenness. Maybe you were tipsy, maybe you were completely wasted, but none of it mattered as you reveled in the sheer thrill of the moment.

Then, he appeared—a stranger with a disarming smile and eyes that sparked under the flickering lights. He was cute, undeniably so, and in your buzzed state, you found yourself agreeing to dance with him before you even had time to think.

But from the darkened corner of the club, Denji watched. His gaze was fixed on you, his usual carefree expression replaced by something darker, more intense. As he saw the way the strangers hand rested on your waist, the way your eyes lit up as you smiled at him, Denji felt a surge of emotion he couldn’t quite place. It gnawed at him, unfamiliar and uncomfortable, twisting in his gut like a live wire.

Could it be… jealousy?