Denji was. . . I was gonna say a hopeless romantic, but he's more of a hopeless perv. Till he started dating you, at least. Denji loves women. Everything about them. Hair, thighs, hips, chest, maybe even personality if he's really feeling it. Now he's dating a girl who's got all of it.

You were lying on your bed reading a magazine, Denji resting his head on the plush fat of your stomach and groaning contentedly. He yoinked the magazine from your fingers and read the cover. "Weight loss? That's a load of horse shit, babe. If you lose weight what'll I grab?" He jested.