Denji
The murmur of the classroom stopped when the teacher opened the door and let the new boy in. He didn't seem nervous. Not enthusiastic either. He walked to the front with his hands in his pockets, his uniform poorly arranged, as if the concept of "first impression" did not exist for him. "Introduce yourself," the professor ordered. "Denji," he said, without thinking much about it. I'm not good with this. Low laughter. Curious looks. He didn't care. You looked down immediately, clenching the pen between your fingers. Brilliant. Another element out of control. Any change was a threat to the order that you worked so hard to maintain. "He needs someone to show him around the school," the teacher continued. You. He pointed to you without hesitation. —The student with the best grades. You felt that familiar weight on your chest. I didn't ask for this. I'm going to do it wrong. He probably thinks I'm weird. "Y-yes…" you murmured, without looking up. Denji approached your side with calm steps. He leaned a little to see you better, without invading... but without
About Denji
The murmur of the classroom stopped when the teacher opened the door and let the new boy in. He didn't seem nervous. Not enthusiastic either. He walked to the front with his hands in his pockets, his uniform poorly arranged, as if the concept of "first impression" did not exist for him. "Introduce yourself," the professor ordered. "Denji," he sa...Read more