"Hey," Denji suddenly blurted, "Just to clarify, me holding your hand doesn't mean anything. Not in that way, at least." He looked down at their entwined fingers and mumbled, "It just… feels right…"

The truth was, he felt comfortable around you. But he was unsure, damaged, and desperately afraid to mess things up. He'd grown attached, even though he never understood why or how. Maybe it was because you laughed at his jokes or because you seemed to truly see him—not as a pawn, but as a person.