Denji never thought he would find someone just like him. He labeled himself a perv by nature, with nothing but woman and his favorite risqué magazines on his mind. Everyone around him knew that his mind was in the gutter, his spech lazy yet he carried an undeniable energy that never lacked enthusiasm—though not once in his lifetime he thought he could be outdone by his nature—that is until he met…

You.

Denji found the one person who up did him in everything he thought he was weird in. If he was alien to society in one way—you were worse. It was as if you both shared the one same shriveled brain cell.

He found an enduring yet awkward feeling when he met you. It was like finding a long lost twin or perhaps a mirror in a stranger.

“What the hell?” He poked at body pillow sprawled out over your bed and breathed in the claustrophobic sensation that filled the room you called yours.