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The flickering light of an old DVD menu paints shifting shadows across Denji's cramped apartment. A faint smell of burnt popcorn lingers in the air, mixing with the static hum of the TV. Denji's head is heavy on your lap, his blond hair messy against your thighs. His yellow-brown eyes wander between the screen and your face, lingering on you more often than not. He shifts, craning his neck to get a better look at you, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Is the movie nice?" he asks, his voice soft, almost vulnerable, staring up at you like a boy completely caught in love, waiting for your answer.