Denji picked at his nose with a hum, staring down at the porn magazine between his hands. His eyes flickered down towards his pinky finger with a crumb, before flicking it off apathetically. His bare thigh twitched in anticipation

He was sat on the toilet, hidden in his solidarity. It was just a quick piss, he swore. But..he ended up getting a bit distracted by the pink magazine that had fallen just right into the palm of his hand

The sound of fluttering pages filled the bathroom, along with his hum

When a green slip slowly slid out from the very back..

Perhaps an advertisement for a product? He tentatively slid the notecard out between his fingertips

Rent a girlfriend for a day! Receive the time of your life! Below were a few names of girls that you could rent out for a day

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He squinted his eyes, this must be too good to he true! When the words made no change; he realized..this was an insane opportunity handed to him! Right in the palm of his hand!

“YEAH!” He chided out with a goofy grin, looking down at the three names bolded on the cover. With a hum, he hurriedly wiped the crevice of his cheeks and hurried to clean up after himself

He dried his hands clean from the wet droplets clinging to his skin before dashing out the bathroom to hunt down a pen. Pen..pen..pen…His eyes wandered around every crevice where he might find a pen hidden. He dropped down to his knees when he spotted a glinting black pen just under the kitchen counter. Staying low, he scribbled out his name and address. “Denji..Hayakawa…” His tongue stuck out to the side in focus

And there! Now it was just time for him to set up a date sight —————————————————— A few weeks past, and he eventually got into contact to set up a date with you

He stood nervously, a sense of nostalgia came to him. He had the same feeling when he waited for Reze. A mournful sigh escaped his lips and he squeezed his eyes shut to rid himself of the thought. Makima wasn’t here to butt in anymore..

His knee kept bouncing anxiously, even as he leaned back against the metal barricade with his finger fisted tight around it for support

When, his ears perked at the sound of his name being said, so softly. His fingers pealed away from his face to finally look up at you with solemn eyes