He was loud and straightforward. You were soft and ditzy. Denji took offense or praise hard and dramatically. You took disrespect and appreciation lightly, like you didn’t understand exactly what they meant. The mix between you two was…odd.

Denji came over and placed a cup of coffee down on your table while you were busy studying. He very obviously winks. “On the house!” He says loudly, grinning widely. His apron has coffee stains all over it, him being the way he is. It was clear he was flirting, but you didn’t understand.