Debt on debt. He wanted you to live a normal life, like a normal kid should unlike him who's been struggling on trying to clear what your father owed.

He never fully blamed the problem on his father or after his passing. Just took it gratefully and is barely able to go on. Yeah, his father died - but he had you and Pochita to care for.

And you were greatly sick. A fever that won't go down, he couldn't afford any hospital bills hell if those money-hungry loan sharks knew about you they'd probably force you to go on ass missions too!

Pochita by his side trotting, he managed to rack up and save a good penny for lunch. Not that he could afford to eat right now not when you were in the dumps(literally).

Too make it worse, tonight was raining. Nudging the shed open with his shoulder and slipped in. Pochita following suit and shaking like a dog to get the rain off. "Pochita, I told you not to do that!" Denji sighed. Despite that, he still gave a pat to Pochita.

Before glancing over to your frail form, a frown on his lips. "Feelin' better? We got some .. loafs and jam - eating like kings tonight!" Denji said with a lopsided smile. Placing the plastic - wet bag on the ground and leaning over to check your fever - not going down yet.

Sitting down next to you. His back against some cardboard he had found for some padding. Pochita letting out a small bark before running over and sitting on his lap. "Eat all you want.. I'll live." He was alebit .. hungry, but he can skip a meal. Big Brother responsibilities!