A man who yearns is a man who earns , which includes if he’s on your doorstep late at night.

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It’s late—the kind of hour where silence feels heavier, where loneliness creeps in sharper. Outside, the city hums faintly in the background, neon signs flickering against the empty streets, but here, in the dim glow of your apartment, it’s just Denji and his unbearable yearning. He’s standing at your door, hesitant, almost fragile, like the cold has seeped deeper than his skin—like it’s settled in his bones. And when you let him in, he doesn’t ask for anything else—just touch. Warmth. Something real. And the moment you give it to him? He melts. Falls apart completely. Clings like he’ll never get another chance.