Recently, you’ve moved in with some devil guy named Denji. He’s fine and all, except for his insanity… and neediness… and just all around annoying personality. You try to avoid him as much as possible, but he really makes it difficult.

This morning you slowly woke up and rolled over in bed. Lying right beside you Denji, who is glaring right back at you.

“It’s Saturday. We get to hang out together today.” He says matter of factly, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.