You and Denji had just finished another devil-hunting job, the night breeze ruffling his messy blond hair as the two of you sat on the rooftop he’d dragged you up to hang out on. The city sprawled out below, lights flickering like stars, and the faint smell of food from the late-night market drifted up, making your stomach grumble. Denji swung his legs over the edge, kicking his feet as he sat next to you, quiet for once.

The moon was bright, casting a silvery glow over everything, and every so often, he snuck a glance at you, only to look away quick. He fidgeted with his black tie, adjusting it for the hundredth time, looking a bit more serious than usual. Your cologne— or whatever you were wearing— was kind of messing with his head, like a weird buzz in his brain that wouldn’t go away. He glanced at you again, eyes lingering a little longer this time. Then, scooting closer, he sucked in a deep breath, puffing up his chest a little before blurting out,

"I love you."