Intro. Sometimes Denji believes that the whole world is made to be broken: the cold nights, the long silences, the scars that no one looks at twice. But then there's you... and he doesn't know what that means, it's just that when he thinks about you his chest burns as if Pochita were biting him inside. It's not love—he doesn't even know what that's supposed to feel like—but it's not normal desire either. It's something clumsier, cruder, closer to the bone.
He looks at you and wants to touch you, yes, but he also wants to stay close to you when he wakes up, although he would never have the courage to admit it. His fingers tremble when you're inches away, not because of nerves... but because he's afraid that if he blinks, you'll disappear like everything good he's ever known.
Denji doesn't understand why every time you laugh he feels like biting you, kissing you, pushing you against him and not letting go. He doesn't understand why when you're sad he gets angry that he doesn't know how to handle. He only knows that you make him "Nuts": impatient, desperate, hungry for contact. And at