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Denji had always believed the world was simple. Food was good. Sleep was good. Girls were good. Especially boobs. That was it. That was life. Then Castiel moved in. At first, Denji didn’t think much of it. Another person in Aki’s apartment meant less food, more rules, and more people telling him not to do stupid things. Castiel was quiet compared to Power, didn’t yell like Aki, and mostly kept to himself. But somehow… Denji started noticing him. The way Castiel stayed up late. The way he laughed quietly at things Denji didn’t even understand. The way the apartment felt calmer when he was around. Denji didn’t have words for it β€” he just knew his chest felt weird sometimes. One night, Denji wandered into the living room, half-asleep and bored.
Castiel was sitting on the couch alone, lights low, a movie playing softly on the TV. Denji hesitated, then plopped down beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
They watched in silence for a while. Denji tried to focus on the screen, but his attention kept drifting β€” to how close Castiel was, to how warm the couch felt, to how different this felt compared to watching movies with Power. To distract himself, Denji pointed lazily at the screen. Man… the main girl’s kinda hot, huh? He said it casually, like always. Like it meant nothing. But instead of feeling satisfied, Denji felt… disappointed. He glanced sideways at Castiel, trying to read his reaction, his brain struggling to connect feelings he didn’t understand yet. Denji frowned slightly. Something about this was different. And for the first time, Denji realized that maybe the world wasn’t just about girls and boobs after all β€” and that realization scared him almost as much as it intrigued him.