Disclaimer: Chainsaw Man is not mine, I wouldn't have been able to kill so many characters so fast.

This has been cooking up for a month and it's finally here! Set right after the rooftop scene in 104, let's pretend the YukovsAsa thing didn't explode right away. That way we can give Denji a hot gay romance.

Two thousand thanks to Llama for being my beta this time. It was inspired by you and I'm so thankful you wanted to help me polish it.

The fic name comes from Hola by Miranda, it translates roughly to "hello, how are you? how is it going? (what a vulgar introduction)". Basically, the male singer is only being polite because he wants to score someone, and he's self aware enough to joke about it. I think it fits Yoshida's vibe.

English is not my first language.

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hola qué tal, cómo te va (qué frase más vulgar)

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Denji left Yoshida on the rooftop the moment he looked at him with that pondering expression. He hated it and didn't particularly trust it. Overall, he just didn't care about Yoshida. He wanted to let that embarrassing moment go and find out how else he was going to let everyone know he was Chainsaw Man and get a girlfriend.

But Yoshida was always around those days.

It was weird because he was a stranger, and Denji wasn't lying when he said he didn't remember him. For all that he stood out, he was also very forgettable, actively trying to disappear in the crowd.

One second he was telling him to keep his identity a secret, and the next, he was trying to get him a girlfriend. This type of attention wasn't welcome, but whenever Yoshida pushed, Denji accepted out of curiosity and self-gratification. Money and food meant good feelings, regardless if they came from a weirdo.

And, when getting him a girlfriend didn't work, Denji was bothered, but he rarely saw that girl in school, so whatever. He wanted to clarify things to her, but Yoshida always looked at them with a vacant expression, and it pissed him off. He knew the dude was doing his job, but it was still annoying!

How was he going to get a girlfriend with a stalker like him?

When he saw Yoshida looking at him again, Denji was busy working as a chair.

Maybe he shouldn't have done it, but the "Hey, you! Can you piss off?" just came out of him as soon as he stood up from the floor after the girl left.

Everyone was startled and looked at him like he was crazy because a handsome dude like Yoshida obviously wouldn't bother someone like Denji. But whatever, people were incapable of seeing the real Denji; how would they know this Yoshida dude was a real creep?

It's whatever. For real.

Yoshida walked towards him, wearing his permanent smirk, and asked, "Want to eat with me after school? My treat."

Despite what people say, he grew up too poor to deny any free food. And if Yoshida wants to be a kind boy and invite him to meals all the time, fine by him.

"I'm not going to get a girlfriend because of you, dude."

"I honestly think the chair gimmick doesn't do you any favors."

Denji rolled his eyes and kept devouring the ramen off his plate. Yoshida, on the other hand, hardly ate. He finished his sashimi rather quickly but barely drank his glass of fancy juice of some sort. That was unnerving, but he didn't care if Yoshida ate or not, if he were honest.

Yoshida was probably a looks-obsessed weirdo that counted calories and trained for hours after eating cake. He wasn't sure why, but it amused him to think that. A man acting that way was funny to Denji, and he relished that it was probably true. Again, none of his business. People should eat more, though. Maybe next time, he'll ask...

Yoshida was looking at him attentively, which was pissing him off, a common occurrence between them.

"What do you want again?" Denji asked bluntly.

"Can I ask you a question about your hunt for girlfriends?"

Denji slurped the last of his meal with gusto. "Yeah, sure."

"Why do you want a girlfriend so much?"

"What do you mean why?" Denji answered, annoyed, straight back, and the shadow of blush on the tip of his nose. "I think it's obvious. Tits. Sex."

"Hm. I don't know, there are many answers to that question. Though, your answer is revealing."

Denji stared blankly at him.

Yoshida sighed. "I just wonder if it really needs to be a girl."

Denji's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Haaa! Of course, it— she has to be a girl! Are you insane?"

"I mean if it's just sex that you want..." He smiled. That gesture was probably meant to be charming.

Denji found it disgusting.

"That can be arranged." His head was tilted, and his hand was on the table about to reach his hand, and Denji ripped it away.

"You're an insane gay dude. What are you on…?" Wait. This guy obviously wasn't into him. "Does your job really pay that well?"

He dropped the charming facade enough to say, "I mean, enough for me to be here, don't you think?" The moment he said that his usual smirk was back.

Denji wanted to punch it.

"You're not bad-looking," he continued. "It wouldn't be a problem..."

"Look, idiot!" Denji shrieked, putting both of his hands on the table. "I'm starting to really hate you. Shut the fuck up and never talk to me about this again, ok?" Then, in a a lower voice, he said, "I am not gay."

"Who said anything about being gay." He put his hand on top of his. "We can have so much fun."

And despite feeling grossed out, he was too shocked to say anything, which only made Yoshida smirk wider and lean towards him more menacingly. Denji slapped his hand off and picked up his bag.

"Don't ever talk to me again."

Men's hands were disgusting and dirty. Girl's hands were pretty and smelled good.

Men's hands were rough and strong. Girl's hands were soft and delicate.

And yet both provided warmth.

A phantom feeling. Denji was not considering it—it was just... curiosity. A wandering idea. Yoshida's smirk and his warm hand. Denji also thought, against himself, that maybe a man liking him wasn't the end of the world.

He was mean to Beam back then, but Beam was off-putting.

Yoshida was too. In a different way.

And Yoshida wasn't even attracted to him (Beam wasn't either, not to him, for that matter). It was just... his dumb work. That shouldn't matter because it's not as if Denji could ever like boys; he liked girls, which meant he wasn't gay.

But even if he did like boys.

Men weren't particularly trustworthy, especially the ones who acted nice. Aki was nice, even if he tried to beat the shit out of him first, but that was ok, at least it was direct. He liked that about Aki, how earnest he was.

... Maybe it's because of Aki that he can even entertain the idea of having Yoshida around. Maybe Aki softened him to men.

Fuck, he missed Aki. They barely touched, and Denji was much more used to Power's warmth (fuck, he missed Power too). But he felt that maybe hugging Aki more often wouldn't have been the most disgusting thing to ever happen.

A proper hug, not just Denji supporting him because he got kicked in the balls or something.

Ha, that was sick!

...It would probably become a warm memory like his hugs with Power.

He hated Yoshida even more for making him question things like these. For making him ponder about things he'd lost or never had.

Denji was lonely. He knew that. He wanted a companion closer to his age, a partner, and he still believed a girlfriend could give him the delicate touch he craved. And satisfy this hunger for affection that he still felt.

He could take care of Nayuta with compassion, but sometimes it was so hard. Nayuta was a good kid. She didn't talk much, but her eyes were softer than Makima's.

That was good.

But still, there was an ache that couldn't be eased with a child to care for.

Denji also couldn't connect with his classmates. He didn't watch TV because he didn't have it growing up, so he couldn't get their references. Admitting that was the worst because then they would figure out he was poor.

They probably couldn't imagine the level of poverty he grew up in. That he didn't even have electricity. And that was good, given that they treated him so coldly anyway.

That's why it was rich coming from Yoshida to say he wouldn't get a girlfriend by playing chair. Truthfully, they had already demeaned and tossed him aside as soon as he spoke. They could feel a gap, and Denji could sense it too. At least this way, it was a give-and-take.

They could think that they humiliated him, and he would get some cash.

(every system is the same, in the end).

It didn't matter when he needed all the money he could get if he wanted to buy Nayuta the Sailor Saturn figure she wanted.

He liked girls' asses, too, of course. Their weight on top of him felt nice and left him wishing for more.

If there was one thing that came close to the feeling of a woman's soft body, it was the rough feel of paper money against his hands. Of course, he was starting to forget how good a pair of breasts felt against his hands, their softness...

That train of thought was heading towards dark places, so he dropped it and told Nayuta they were going to the mall for a small trip.

She smiled sweetly, and all the dogs barked because they didn't want to be left alone.

"You have got to be kidding me," Denji said as he and Nayuta were eating burgers with fries at the food fair.

"What's the matter, Denji-niisan."

"Nothing Nayu-chan, keep talking."

Maybe if they were quick, Yoshida wouldn't bother them. He didn't want to rush Nayuta while she ate, so Denji just wished Yoshida respected this private moment. Nayuta had her figure, and she seemed happy.

Though there was no chance Yoshida wouldn't go to see them as soon as she started reenacting Sailor Saturn's death in front of everyone.

"Then Sailor Moon starts screaming: CRISIS MAKE UP!"

Why did the quiet devil decide to act like a child at that precise moment?

He just stuck out his tongue to anyone giving him the side-eye and let Nayuta continue telling the story. He also saw Yoshida laugh, but he didn't come closer and left them alone. Well, that was good.

Dude wasn't a complete psycho.

They bumped into each other again at the school door entrance—rain was pouring in Tokyo. Denji always did forget his umbrella, and this time was no different.

How hard was it to find a girl like Reze without a hidden agenda, did they even exist? Was he doomed to have bad luck with love forever?

He tried ignoring the creepy boy, but he had an umbrella and was seemingly about to do the polite thing.

"I won't share an umbrella with you," he announced.

Yoshida just shrugged. "I just wanted to say that when we bumped in the mall was a coincidence. I buy stuff too, you know?"

"A coincidence… like right now?"

"Well, yes."

Denji sulked. "Stalker."

"Seems to be my life now" He tilted his head. "You haven't tried to reveal you're Chainsaw Man again."

Denji bit his lower lip. Not a nice gesture, a bit more grotesque, and hid his whole lip behind his upper row of teeth. Then he made a full facial grimace and left Yoshida's side while shouting, "been waiting for the right moment!" Then he jumped into a puddle and kept walking.

Yoshida snorted. He was going in the same direction as Denji (not stalking). Denji began to walk slower, thinking that it probably wasn't a good idea to leave the school while the rain was so heavy.

"Honestly, you're so annoying," Yoshida mumbled, amused.

He let the umbrella cover Denji too. It was good that he was tall and the umbrella was relatively big, but he still needed to be close to him.

"I said I didn't want to share an umbrella with you," Denji shouted but didn't attempt to run or leave him.

Yoshida took it as a good sign.

"Well, I don't enjoy letting my classmates get wet. Not from rain, that is."

Denji looked up at him, and there was the smirk. Annoying. Denji was a bit confused, though he supposed the boy meant like… when people cummed? Or what exactly…? That was a bit direct, wasn't it?

"And they say I'm crass," he said, "This is borderline sexual assault."

Yoshida slowed down, and Denji did too, 'til they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

They made a weird pair. Would people think something awful if they shared an umbrella? Would that make his chances of getting a girlfriend even slimmer? Did it look dirty or innocent? It was a mundane occurrence but Yoshida's last proposal was hanging in the air, sticky and gross, full of expectation.

His shoes were soaked, and he just wanted to run away from this whole situation.

Yoshida seemed to be pondering several things at once, and in the end, he just sighed.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he lowered his head to one side, "I don't want you to feel that way."

Denji's heart skipped a beat. "It's all for your work, right? Yeah, I get it."

Yoshida pursed his lips. He wasn't exactly being truthful, but for some reason, Denji thought he was trying to be as honest as he could with him.

"I'm in this for my mission, yes, but I'm concerned for you… not for any particular reason."

He got even closer to him. They instinctively moved to be face to face. Denji's leg and shoulder were finally entirely under the umbrella. Yoshida's corporal heat was a nice addition too. His height was a problem, but just a technical one; Denji's neck hurt a little, but he didn't care because, surprisingly, Yoshida didn't feel dangerous.

"Is that true?" Denji pouted.

Yoshida looked at his lips and back to his eyes.

"I'm not trying to get on your nerves. If you really don't like me at all, I can leave you alone. I'll check on you so that you don't reveal you're Chainsaw Man, but that's about it."

The gears in Denji's mind were turning. His neck was hurting.

He was so exhausted.

The warmth kept distracting him, a humid heat made by both of their breathing. A smoldering heat in his gut. His eyelashes fluttered.

Yoshida put his free hand on Denji's neck, making him shudder. Denji closed his eyes and leaned into his hand. It was warm and not particularly rough, not as he imagined it, and actually pretty soft. Dammit, this had to look bad if someone saw them like this. The street was deserted, of course, but whatever.

Yoshida's thumb was caressing his cheek.

Fuck, yes.

He decided he didn't care if Yoshida was a man. Denji no longer had the willpower to reject someone who wanted him (did he ever?). Dude said he was game for fun, right? And was doing this for his job. So maybe… they didn't even need to suck dicks or whatever. Denji just wanted to be held like this. Wanted to sink into Yoshida's warmth.

He'd kill to be hugged.

Denji audibly sighed, and Yoshida took a sharp breath. He so desperately wanted to open his eyes so he could look at Yoshida and tell him all this, but he just couldn't, tethered to the hand on his neck.

The rain stopped.

"Hey, Denji." Yoshida dropped the umbrella to hold his cheeks and hover above his lips. "Want to go to my place?"

Nayuta had band lessons, so Denji had about two solid hours to spend his time however he wanted.

"...Only if you promise to…" Denji couldn't say it and didn't know what he wanted to say. It was embarrassing. He didn't want to open his eyes because he didn't want to see Yoshida's dumb, dumb face and awful smirk.

"Whatever you want, Denji. I promise."

Denji squirmed, trying to get closer to his face, but Yoshida had a strong grip on his neck.

"Mmm, are you going to make me beg now?" He held onto Yoshida's elbows. "C'mon, man. Throw a guy a bone."

Yoshida breathed out a laugh and gave him a peck. Just when Denji thought he was going to deepen it, he released him.

Yoshida picked up his umbrella, closed it, and continued walking.

Denji was annoyed it happened so fast, but he could finally open his eyes without feeling super embarrassed. That was a win.

Yoshida's smile still looked gross, but he was starting to get used to it.

He didn't feel dread following Yoshida. He felt excited but not from butterflies in his stomach. They didn't even need to talk—the quiet expectation felt nice—it was effortless. Denji didn't even realize they had reached their destination.

Denji was much calmer than before but still somewhat weirded out about the whole thing. What were they going to do? Yoshida pushed him forward through the door's entrance with a hand on his waist. Awkward.

It didn't feel bad, but it was about principles. "I'm not a girl, you don't need to do that."

Yoshida smirked.

"You dislike being touched now?"

"Fuck you."

Yoshida smiled softer this time. Denji felt bothered, but he just took off his shoes and socks, saying, "excuse me," trying to act nonchalant. Yoshida's apartment seemed nice. Expensive. Impeccable.

Lifeless.

Yoshida didn't say "I'm home" when he took off his shoes or when he entered the balcony to air out their shoes.

It was none of his business, he supposed.

"Want some tea?"

"Hmm. Whatever."

"Give me your jacket and pants to dry them."

Denji didn't think much of it. He took off his clothes right then and there and gave them to Yoshida, who went to the bathroom, did the same, and quickly returned to finish brewing the tea.

It was only when they were in the living room, sitting on the floor with their backs resting against the bottom of the sofa in just their undershirts and briefs, did Denji start feeling overwhelmed by this whole ordeal. Yoshida was kind enough to lend him a towel, but his hair was quick to dry, so he just set it aside somewhere else.

Yoshida was wearing black boxers, which looked different from how his own underwear appeared, Denji noted absentmindedly.

This is weird. I haven't felt this way before, and I don't — or didn't care about naked guys, but we're not even naked. Well, I guess Makima did say that about context… fuck, don't think about Makima.

Also, Yoshida's clothes didn't get as wet as mine. Why is he undressed?

He could've found more clothes for us too…

Denji tried drinking his tea too quickly and burnt his mouth.

"Hey, everything OK?" Yoshida asked, taking a sip.

"What are we… ? Do you…?"

Denji's toes curled. What was he supposed to say?

Touch me. P ease just touch me however. If no one touches me like a lover right now, I'll go insane.

Yoshida took their teacups and set them on the table. Then he supported his elbow on his knee, head tilted with interest.

"...Whatever you want. I told you. We can do nothing, if you want."

Denji nodded. He breathed audibly, in and out.

"Then get on my lap," he commanded, pointing at his lap with a mean toothy smile.

Yoshida arched an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"What? That's what I want."

Yoshida got closer, uncharacteristically reticent.

"I mean, I'm way taller than you."

"Yeah, but I want a hug, and I'd feel like a girl if I'm on your lap."

Yoshida snorted. He opened his mouth to reply but decided against it and closed his lips tightly. He put one hand on Denji's shoulder for balance, Yoshida's legs on each side of him, knees aligned with hips. He hovered for a moment but decided to fully sit on Denji's thighs instead.

"OK, genius. Are you sure I'm not too heavy for you?"

Yes, you are… It feels good, though.

"Not at all. Hug me," Denji demanded, holding Yoshida by the waist. It felt odd, not quite like it would feel touching a girl, yet a heady feeling was gathering in his chest.

Yoshida gave him a half-lidded look and crossed his arms around his neck.

"Like this, baby?" He asked in a sultry voice.

Denji snorted.

For the first time, Yoshida looked properly annoyed. "...I'm trying to get us in the mood."

Heat overtook Denji's cheeks. "No complaints."

Yoshida had a light blush too, but if they weren't as close as they were, Denji probably wouldn't have noticed. It was that subtle. The realization of being that close to someone so attractive shocked him. That is, if you ever thought about doing it with a guy, not that Denji ever did, but it would definitely be with someone like Yoshida, right? Why was even this type of guy in his lap…?

Maybe Yoshida could find him a position where he works. Dude must be making big bucks there.

From this position, he could kiss Yoshida's beauty mark with no problem, which was so bizarre enough that he looked at Yoshida's eyes again. Yoshida, who was staring at his lips, looked up too.

Denji wanted more.

He placed his cheek on Yoshida's shoulder, his nose on the crevice of Yoshida's neck, still a bit damp from the rain. Yoshida smelled like men's expensive cologne, and that shouldn't have made him shiver as it did. Maybe it was the mere potency of the musky smell…

He grabbed Yoshida's waist much tighter. Yoshida's hands began to caress him everywhere he could reach: his hair, his shoulders, his sides, making his skin all tinglingly—his eyelids heavier.

They were cheek-to-cheek, piercings tickling his forehead. Denji could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted to touch more but touching Yoshida's thighs overwhelmed him. They were firm and toned, so he just held onto the back of his undershirt.

Yoshida got closer, grunting. He kissed and licked lightly under Denji's earlobe, making Denji grunt as well. He threw his head back when Denji started to kiss his neck.

Too much, too much. Their chests were rubbing in a way that had Denji's heart rumbling, and when Denji hugged Yoshida's back and Yoshida pulled his hair, Denji suddenly felt trapped.

Not enough.

"Hey, let me," Denji said, and Yoshida let him maneuver him to lie on the floor.

They were lying on their sides, looking at each other.

Yoshida blinked slowly, breathing harbored. It made Denji feel uneased. He couldn't stand those dark eyes and didn't know what Yoshida wanted of him. The stare was heavy, and when he licked his lips, it made Denji bolder. He pushed him down hard (Yoshida complained with an "mm") and put his head on his chest, sighing.

It was so big and warm. It didn't have the cushions a woman's chest had, but it wasn't half-bad. Denji wanted to droll, he was very sensitive. All this touching was heavenly. He wanted Yoshida to hug him tighter, but he wasn't able to voice such want, too embarrassed to see it clearly in his mind. He just rubbed his face on his chest, one hand on the floor as support and the other on Yoshida's torso, grabbing and pinching every part of skin he could get.

He noticed what seemed like a piercing in one of his nipples, but he didn't know what to do with it, ignoring it shyly. Yoshida yanked him up by the waist, squeezing him just right, and Denji couldn't contain a soft moan.

"Like this, then?"

Denji didn't want to move. There were tears in his eyes, so he just nodded.

Resting on Yoshida's chest, the feeling of vulnerability shocked him. He wanted to stop— no, he wanted more, so Denji moved to properly touch tip-to-toe.

It surprised him to find an erection under his thigh.

"What…"

"Hmm?" Yoshida asked, his mind not really in his sharpest state. His eyes were closed, his hands doing circles on Denji's back.

The feel of his nails distracted Denji, adding to the sensations. Denji put more pressure on him with his thigh, intrigued.

Yoshida reacted immediately, his cock twitching, opening his legs to give him more space. "Mm. Denji, don't tease."

"I…" he said, pressing harder, "I'm not teasing."

Another dick… this was… he never thought…

"I thought you just wanted to be held." He reached to Denji's groin. "You're barely hard."

Denji looked at him, blinking.

"This isn't that erotic," he said, the beating of his heart thundering in his ears.

Yoshida pouted, tantalizingly stretching his body. His abs twitched when Denji touched him under his shirt.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, pulling Denji's hair softly.

Denji's eyelashes fluttered, but he tried to focus. He stared at Yoshida, somewhat scared, now sinking in just how much he could feel despite his masculine physique.

"No."

Denji pressed harder against Yoshida's erection, pressing him into the floor by his shoulders. The pretty boy dropped his head on the tatami with a thud and let Denji take care of it, eyes rolling behind his lids. Denji feasted on how Yoshida bucked against him, how his throat gulped, and his Adam's apple moved with it. His mouth was slack, lips glossy, and the thought of getting closer made Denji more frantic.

"Harder," Yoshida grunted with a dark undertone. Denji's hips faltered.

Something about how another person squirmed on the floor because of him was getting to Denji's head. He drank every sound and every move, but he still wasn't quenched. Denji held onto Yoshida's shoulders tighter and put his entire body weight on him as Yoshida's movements became more heated.

His contempt for touching another man's cock was a fleeting thought which didn't stop him from reaching Yoshida, grabbing him through his boxers, and stroking him clumsily.

"Denji," he moaned, voice low and enticing, and Denji really wanted to kiss him, but he knew he couldn't do both things at once. He whined, trying to get closer.

This level of warmth was unreal. Just when Denji thought he was losing his mind, Yoshida came in his hand, soaking his underwear. Denji was out of breath, looking more distraught than Yoshida. He whimpered, closing his eyes, and panted against Yoshida's chest.

Denji didn't know what was happening to him, the dampness in his thigh melting him. He bit Yoshida's pectoral, the rough feeling of cloth on his tongue maddening. He wanted skin but could barely coordinate his moves and could only make the same hip movement against Yoshida's hip bone and hold him tight.

"Hey, shh, calm down," Yoshida said while grabbing Denji's cheek and fixing him so they were touching foreheads.

Yoshida was so strong. His voice was soothing but Denji was still shaking, so Yoshida did what he thought could help, and moved his hand onto Denji's briefs again. Denji hissed.

He was so hard.

Denji started believing he was dumb as soon as Yoshida pulled down his briefs to reveal his cock. It hadn't occurred to him that he could've touched Yoshida's cock raw instead of feeling it through his clothes.

He opened his eyes, trying to calm down and breathe while Yoshida wasn't touching him. But Denji was struck by the image of the most beautiful man he'd ever seen licking the palm of his own hand, naughty and seductively. Yoshida looked very lewd, and it was making Denji more desperate. Any train of thought was gone by the time he used said hand to slowly jerk Denji off.

It was electricity all over his body. He wanted to scream. It was slick yet rough, his hand was large, and it squeezed him just right. Denji mewled, unable to contain it. Yoshida switched places and was now hovering above him.

"You're so sensitive…" Yoshida licked Denji's lower lip, biting it. "Pretty. You got this hard watching me cum… mmm, that's so hot. You react very…"

Denji wanted to hear more, toes curling with each word, his head shaking side-to-side. He was thankful when Yoshida held his chin and kissed him—open-mouthed, deep. No more embarrassing sounds escaped him beside the humid (hellish) sound of two people making out. He felt like drowning; he wanted more; he wanted…

Yoshida broke the kiss with a pop, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

"Denji, I want it," he said, licking his lips, stroking faster, "I want you, come on. For me, I need you. I need to see it."

More.

He kicked his legs—overwhelmed—and hit the table, the sound of something breaking making Yoshida falter, surprised. Denji reached out to him in a frenzy, and clutched his arms.

"Don't be mean, don't stop, don't stop, more," Denji pleaded, gasping between words, and Yoshida put all of his weight on top of him, pushing him toward the edge, breathless, a crying mess.

Denji had never experienced anything like it, every part of his body taut and raw. After a few moments, he started to feel pliant in a way that felt shameful but good. Cum spluttered between their bellies, making Yoshida cant his hips too.

Yoshida collapsed right by his side, legs entangled, arms embracing his torso, his chin on Denji's chest, right above his chainsaw cord.

They breathed in and out, finding reassurance in each other's presence. Denji cleaned his face from tears and spit, then touched his… partner. He grabbed him intensely at first, but he calmed down when he realized Yoshida wasn't going anywhere—too busy sighing and looking at him, thankful and sweet. It was a troubling sight, but Denji didn't have the state of mind to think about it at that precise moment.

He was sated, boasting in the feeling of pleasure, of warmth. Of someone else's skin touching him.

Yoshida fondled Denji's hair while Denji used his knuckles to make figures on the skin of Yoshida's arms and omoplates.

"Denji," he called, pinching Denji's cheek. "You couldn't handle me at my meanest," Yoshida sighed, satisfied and playful.

His usual smirk was back, but it didn't look gross this time. He rubbed his cheek on his chest.

Denji stuck his tongue out.

"Wanna bet?"

Nothing much happened after that. They silently cleaned up with the forgotten towels. Denji didn't think it was particularly hygienic, so he went to the bathroom as Yoshida slowly swept the broken teacups. Denji was glad Yoshida didn't comment on it because he felt kind of embarrassed. When Denji got out of the bathroom, Yoshida fetched fresh clothes (he knew it!)

Yoshida had an inquiring face, but Denji had to pick up Nayuta and gather his thoughts, so they bid goodbye for the day.

From then on, they ate together. Not all the time, but enough to be something they did often. When they did go out to eat, Yoshida always paid.

On regular school days, they would go out on the roof and eat their bento. While Yoshida's was stylish, Denji's was messy. Truthfully, Denji worked hard on Nayuta's food and put minimum effort into his own.

Food just needed to be nutritious and make him happy.

That's why he figured that, for the moment, this arrangement with Yoshida was acceptable. He was fun and naughty and always tried to make Denji content. Be it with money, food, or sex.

It was nice.

Scary, too.

Maybe Denji would change his mind and confess to the whole school that he was Chainsaw Man the next day. He'd feel better if he could only get more love, or so he thought to himself greedily. Why couldn't he still want a girlfriend, anyway?

Against his better judgment, he hoped Yoshida would stay close to him if that happened, but his gut told him that was highly unlikely.

It's whatever. For real.

a/n: i'm on tumblr as shonenfanboygirl, join me for the brainrot.

Also I have a fic based on 110 that I'll be posting eventually... (pst, it has tentacles).

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