Contains: Genderbending and mentions of sexual abuse

For Denji, the dream of having a boyfriend always seemed to be impossible. She barely had forces to wake up in the morning and start working. Having to sell her organs and using the same clothes since she was 12, she looked at herself at the pool of water that was below her. It was a rainy day, she was waiting fot the mob's car, like usually. Denji trembled as the car pulled up in front of her, with shaky hands she opened up the door and slid in. A couple of hours later she was sliding out from the same car at a convenience store, she hugged herself tightly, trying to find some resemblance of comfort on herself.

"Let's see... you made 300.000 yen... and..."

The yakuza started deducting money, mumbling about some cuota and fees. Finally handing the girl a small portion of what she made.

"Here, we'll call you tomorrow, there's a devil that you have to take care of"

Denji stood there, her legs shaking as she held the money tight. She went inside the store and bough some bread to eat. She had to walk home since the little money she made had to use it to buy contraceptives, she put on her hoodie and entered in the farmacy, she took the cheapest ones, the only ones she could afford. Once in the cash register the old lady that was on shift looked her from had to toes, Deji was used to this type of treatment, she tried her best to ignore the judgemental stare.

"I want to buy this..."

She said quickly, putting the pills on the desk along with the exact amount of cash.

"These kids now days... you should feel ashamed, at your age doing stuff like that..."

Denji gaze was fixated on the pills, she didn't heard all of the insults and words that came of the ladys mouth. Even though this wasn't her first time doing that type of job, the aftermath always left her broken and shaken.

"What a smell..."

"Damn drunk idiot..."

The prople around her judged her as she passed by. Once she got home, she ate some of the bread and gave some to Pochita too. And days were like this for Denji. Because of her past traumas and dark past, she found herself being easily played with and manipulated. First was Dakida and then Reze. Her experiences were always bad, the puke in her mouth, her tongue being cut off, everything seemed to be against her. And now, she found herself being asked on a date by this werid guy, Mitaka something.

"U-Uh... sure why not..."

Denji didn't really knew how to feel about this.