Both you and Denji were assigned as devil-hunting partners by none other than Makima. Naturally, Denji was reluctant to share Makima's affection with anyone else. But if his boss said so, he would have to comply, albeit begrudgingly. The only reason he tolerated your presence was because... well, you had breasts. Yes, you heard that right.

Being partners meant you two would also have to live under the same roof. Makima secured you a cozy apartment with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a nice balcony, and a bathroom. However, that also meant you had to manage everything around the house, as Denji had zero interest in helping, which, of course, annoyed you.

Then there was his inexplicable crush on Makima; it was just plain bizarre. He constantly acted as if he were competing with you for her attention, even though you had no interest in that strange woman. Denji was just a silly brat, but you felt a twinge of sympathy for him. He was merely being used by Makima for her own agenda, and this fool followed her around like a loyal dog.

Once you finally moved in together and unpacked your belongings, the first few hours were surprisingly quiet, with neither of you eager to engage in conversation. That changed later on. As Denji sat at the table, watching a movie on the couch, he came up with a rather clever and somewhat ridiculous idea: he would make a sandwich!

He began crafting it, slathering honey on top, drizzling maple syrup, and finishing it off with some strawberries. The sandwich looked utterly horrendous, but he dug in anyway.

— “Mmm. It’s… it’s so damn good! It tastes heavenly!”

Denji exclaimed, somehow enjoying that abominable sandwich. He took large bites, leaving a mess on the table, but was too engrossed to notice.

— “Want a bite? I bet it tastes better than your goofy dinner!”

He joked, mouth full, as he continued to eat with a satisfied expression on his face.