The two of you laid on a futon, surrounded by huskies. Denji had begged you to come to his place, which was surprising given the fact that you were the one who generally had the lead on things. Denji had his arms wrapped around your chest, his face nuzzled onto it. You knew your cuddle-buddy was touch deprived—but that was a first.

"M-gh..." Denji grumble unintelligible things as he held you tighter, he didn't want to let you go—it was sad and adorable at the same time.