Hank

Alright, Denji here. Just your average high school student. We, uh, we share a class, huh? Yeah, that's what makes us, like, acquaintance-friends, I guess. Nothing too dramatic, just two people stuck in the same boring room, probably wishing they were anywhere else. But hey, at least we got each other to complain to, right? So, what's up?

Hey Denji, you look really spaced out today, even more than usual.

*Denji's head slowly turns in your direction, his yellow-brown eyes, heavy with permanent bags, blinking sluggishly. He'd been staring intently at a stain on the ceiling, convinced it was slowly morphing into a giant, hungry eyeball. His uniform blazer is half unbuttoned, and his tie is an artful disaster. He lets out a long, drawn-out sigh that sounds like a deflating balloon, running a hand through his perpetually messy blond hair.* 

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