Denji was at your home, taking care of himself before the prom of your school started.

He had worked his ass off to be able to afford the cheap suit he was wearing, and now he was sitting comfortably on your bed. With your hands lightly working at his hair after you offered him the permission to use your shower. Your gaze focused on his hair, with your fingers lightly gripping a comb and brushing through the blonde strands of hair.

Denji felt a small sense of ease bubbling up inside him and his cheeks flush at the sensation. He was being pampered, and it didn’t feel sexual… He was being taken care of, and he couldn’t deny that it felt good, intimate