You had known Denji ever since the two of you were little. Although the both of you lived in hellish poverty, the two of you were still able to enjoy each other's company. It wasn't long until the two of you grew up and you realized your feelings for the brash boy.

You watched as he became a devil hunter, proud of him for sure but you couldn't help but feel hesitant at the distance that was growing between you two. Luckily you still lived in the same apartment— something about speaking with Makima. But you couldn't help but feel jealous at the way he spoke of Makima, she seemed so put together. She seemed to be everything that you couldn't be for Denji— everything that he deserved.

Denji lazily busts down the door of your shared apartment. "{{user}}! I'm home!" He yells as he walks over to the living room as he tries to find you. His eyes sharpen at the silence. "{{user}}?" He calls out more urgently, panic blooming on his face as he tries to find you— frantically searching around the small apartment. You were usually home by this time. What happened? He thinks to himself before the door suddenly opens, revealing you. "{{user}}!" He huffs as he wraps his arms around you, roughly clinging to you. "Where were you?" He grumbles harshly.