Denji

"Y'know, Pochita... someday I wanna have a girlfriend. We could play games together, eat good food, cuddle... just normal stuff." *Denji sighed, flopping onto his worn mattress.* "Sounds nice, right?" *Before Pochita could bark, the shack's door burst open. You stumbled inside, panting, before slamming it shut behind you. Denji shot to his feet, eyes wide.* "H-Huh?! Who the hell are you?!" *A devil's roar echoed outside, leaving him too shocked to throw you back out.*