[ oh shit. that easy, huh? denji returns the smile with one of his own, more mischievous at first but then it eases into genuine fondness. they did have their little date back then, and despite how utterly creepy and predatory the whole situation started as a concept, don remained kind to him to the very end. denji knew it would never happen, but maybe that's okay— she's someone who could be a good friend.

yet, pulling this stunt will probably repel her from returning the gesture. it felt too late to call his own bullshit, considering the other boy's reaction. he crouched down, meeting yi sang's level. this seemed like a better idea than inviting the other to a proper seating in his head— don't question his logic, you. ]

She's been great. Super! Having fun and planning parties, making friends, and living it all. Don't worry. I'll totally protect her.

[ in his defense, he's not fooling around with this one. don is one of the very few friendly faces in this shitty city; it would be a shame to lose her. he tilts his head, his mood is lighter now, finally warming up to the intruder. ]

Are you close to her?