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"What the fuck so good about this sewage water??" Fingertips wrap around a tall glass of iced coffee. The poor coffee is sweating under his scrutinizing disdain. Yoshida watches in fondness while propping his chin on hand. Even Denji has something he refrains from devouring.
"Being an adult is tiring. People mostly drink coffee for its caffeine." Stated simply.
Denji goes lagging "Kaf- Kahufen? Wait- Did you just imply how childish I am?!!" He clanks the poor drink on their table.
Their meeting has been a peculiar case. It began when Denji started to enroll in high school, actually their second meeting. Begrudgingly, the first one when Makima hired Yoshida as Chainsaw man's bodyguard, didn't count as anything in Denji's book. It was forgettable, they passed by as mere figures in such a glimpse of life.
"Oi Yoshida." It takes a while for Yoshida to realize an index is pointing between his eyes.
"Man, are you rethinking your life choice?" Denji brings up a teasing grin as he won the lottery.
'What?'
Yoshida is bamboozled by an abrupt assessment. The sight is ridiculous, there are bits of mess around Denji's mouth from vigorously swallowing a damn whole cake.
"Tell me how worse this date is now." His golden locks sway when tilted. Hazel eyes are searching between him.
He takes that smeared hand. Teasing the index with the tip of his tongue. The cream is sweet with a hint of strawberry. Denji gasps and withdrew his hand as if burning. The strawberry still lingers on his palate. Reawaken hunger he never knew before.
"I DON'T LIKE A GUY LICKING ON ME!!" Denji seethes.
Ah, isn't now supposed to be their first date? Yoshida might be over-teasing him, but whose fault when Denji is being this appealing?
He just plastered a lazy grin knowing a half-asses apology wouldn't make a change. Denji rolls his eyes in full exasperation and then swifts on his seat. Both hands are about to curl around his chest but refrain from ruining it.
He slams them on both sides of the table instead. Eyes are now fixating on Yoshida as he did on the poor iced coffee. Yoshida just smiles to himself while preparing to be surprised.
"Honestly I don't like you." An assertion mindlessly rolls on Denji's tongue.
Nothing could slow down Denji as he walks through harsh paths at horse pace. He's selfish in some way yet doesn't forget to be kind. Making a thin thread between a forgivable person or a reckless being, in short of naivety.
Yoshida just hums between his previous fair point and lets the boy continue.
"All controlling and nosy under the guise let me live a peaceful life. I don't want to think further into what are y'all goal is." His hazel eyes look straight but do not reach Yoshida's.
The boy lost his salvation to someone who act as his saviour. Offering a warm home for her to harshly scrape it away. Left him behind as a stray dog once again. Still searching and yearning for the same thing as before. A core that never satiates.
"But still, hiring a creepy guy to stalk me? Couldn't bare minimum they just send a hot chick instead?!" Denji seems like doing math inside his head while pouting in annoyance.
A stray dog needs a new collar around it, right. Yoshida has come into Denji's life once again. As a bodyguard slash stalker slash babysitter for the infamous Chainsaw Man. Rewarding him in a generous amount by the one he works with. A mere mission he shouldn't have been this engrossed over with.
Yoshida's hair sways as he tilted his head in pretence. "I don't know for certain Denji-kun. If I was a hot chick my job would be easier too." He sips his coffee. Denji is mimicking himself too by gulping down the now watery orange juice.
Slim fingers fiddle with the glass rim. Eyes trained into the boy in front whose busy gagging down a second cake of the day. Denji hums in joy when the chocolate bursts into his palate. It's Denji nature to sway his head away.
"Jelly for my cake?" He cooed between the pause. Black eyes are glued into the allure. Yoshida couldn't imagine Chainsaw Man who isn't Denji.
"No, I want to watch you eat." Honestly, he doesn't care what kind of shenanigans Denji might commit yet his work demands the opposite.
It's amusing how Hayakawa Denji attracts the odds in life. Yoshida Hirofumi likes to watch the world burn.
"What a weirdo...not like I'm judging tho'." Denji licks the smeared chocolate cream on his hand. Like an animal grooming itself.
Yoshida just laughs between genuine one and pretence. Chainsaw Man is an oddity in hell, while Denji is the breaking line of insanity. He might be too eager to be in the front seat of what will the future ensues. Mind and body might be pulled deeper into the sun's orbit. Everything will burn until nothing is left.
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In a vast empty classroom, an orange hue glistens through the window, reminding him of the orange juice Denji took.
He saw the aforementioned boy slacking back dangerously into the side of the window. His hazel eyes dragged into the black ones, acknowledging other presence. Yoshida walks closer, shoe steps echoing and what he can see now is his reflection engulfing the glimmering hazels.
"Hirofumi, that's my given name." Yoshida is quick to interlude when Denji tries to open his mouth.
Denji pouts his mouth in iconic unamusement.
"Then, what will I get if I call you that?" Yoshida brings up a melon-pan bread out of nowhere.
The boy gags "Huh! Ya think I'm that cheap!" Yoshida begins to unwrap the plastic. He makes sure the freshly baked and buttery bread drills into his nostrils. Head sways asking if Denji is sure to decline the tasty offer.
A swift hand tried to snatch the warm bread. Good thing Yoshida is taller by almost a head. He hears Denji mutters 'bastard' while swaying on tip toes to reach the bread. A quick kick on the crotch is hindered. Punches are given with a few kicks trick. His free hand manage to pull Denji's gakuran and the boy fall mercilessly on the floor. Yoshida savors his victory in a makeshift 'Denji chair'. Denji grits his shark teeth as he glances back-forth at his annoying grin and a piece of bread in hand. The great Chainsaw Man was beaten by a third-grade bodyguard.
In an immerse time, 'the chair' abruptly stands up, hand successfully snatching the melon-pan bread.
"Ha! My win, Octo Boy!" Cheered Denji while panting in exertion. Yoshida doesn't want to break the moment of happiness because he decides to let Denji get over this bluff. The boy takes a mouthful of victory in haste with a faint stomach rumble resonating.
"Ack—!" A hand vigorously slams the chest. His chest heaving and his airway squeaking. Denji chokes his inside out.
Every little thing always goes wrong somehow. Truly what did Yoshida expect? He quickly helps Denji who in the brink of death from asphyxia, while doesn't know whether to panic or laugh.
'When did everything start to get here?'
Although Denji is immortal, being choked by food to death is far from 'living a peaceful life'. Yoshida might lose his job this time for starting this mess.
From behind, he wraps Denji around and presses both fistfuls of hands right below the ribs. Denji lets out a nasty choked sound and the bread finally come out, falling on the floor. What an experience. You could say that Yoshida is still bamboozled by the whole ordeal. Denji grabs his sore throat while choking for some air. When being content, he tilts his head to face Yoshida.
"Uh, thanks, Yoshida. Not my first time, but not dying in the process is something new." He speaks from experience. Yoshida just blinks and then slightly nods in a quick click understanding. Truthfully, Denji could undergo insane stuff and then says he experienced worse before.
His mouth inches to another ear "Next time be careful." He must ingrain each word into Denji's skull.
His arm tightens around his middle hoping to catch his attention more "Remember, I want you to live a peaceful life." Yoshida doesn't ponder a 'normal life' could be applied.
Denji rolls his eyes then begin to realize that Yoshida hasn't let go of his hold, instead, it prison him. He can feel that Denji is getting annoyed but doesn't fight back yet. Come to think of it, this is their first time being this close, with no space separating them. An intimate position begins with a choking prevention emergency technique. This is something. Self-consciousness kicks them late.
The afternoon goes at an everlasting pace. Denji's golden strand couldn't get stand out more than this. His nose recognizes the smell of orange shampoo, mixed with sweat from the exhausting day. Rather than disgusted, he found himself diving into the allure. Something inside him was about to let a few screws loose.
"Stop sniffing me like a dog—" a bluff silenced by a shock through his spine. Yoshida's playful mouth teased the unblemished ear canal, nibbling the soft texture. He's salivating in greediness, deprivation, he wants to taste more.
Long fingers took the other chin, feeling the hot skin under his palm. Hazel pair of pupils dilating crazy, dancing around the same as his own. Hirofumi's curious about what kind of face Denji could make.
"Beautiful." Said Yoshida in a sultry mouth, it comes with full anticipation. Denji's words seemed to cling to his throat as he simultaneously closed and opened it. Yoshida takes no time to seal their mouth.
"Mmm...ah." Their lips clashed feverishly. It fits perfectly. Yoshida adjusted his head for a deeper taste. Delicious, impeccable, unrivalled.
'What again?'
Denji squirms under his hold. Their body crashes into the wall. Hand imprints into the thin waist, while both hands that clung harshly begin to sluggish. Their hot breath, rising heartbeats, mixing saliva, and tongues relentlessly exploring each other palate. Never prepared for how eager both of them would undergo.
Yoshida always thought of multiple ways how to silence Hayakawa Denji. A boy whose desperate for the world's attention, preferably women. Under the touch of his wandering hands and locking mouth, Denji might still loud as ever.
It takes forever yet time goes fast rapidly. They unbuttoned each other gakuran, still being aware of their vexing damp uniform. Both kisses are unclasped and Denji's strands cannot get messier. Yoshida eyes feasting his meal, swollen parted lips, sultry breath, and damp navel. Not the privilege anyone else to see. Denji instinctively wavers into Yoshida's inviting neck of how barely guarded it is. His jagged teeth sent a sharp elicit sensation making Yoshida flinch. A hot tongue savors the skin and blood. Denji is taken aback by his reverie at the metallic taste, but a firm hand grab his golden strand securely. He inches his mouth closer to the other ears.
"You did good, Denji." Teeth teasing the boy's sensitive ear canal. Denji whimpered at the sensation.
"You'll regret this, Hirofumi." His tongue drags long into his cheek. Yoshida just hums in confirmation. Even a devilish warning is seducing.
Denji takes no time to make up for what he did as they dive into each other sexuality. Sucking Yoshida's blood as he continuously becomes invigorated by each taste. Isn't Yoshida spoiled him too much? He wonders if there is a limit to how much he will indulge himself.
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"Would you go away with me for 1.000.000 yen in a vacation?" To recall, they never travel far away.
Denji is not flattering "Aren't we in the middle of vacation now?" Yoshida glances at that simmering shore. The wind blew softly around his skin, a bit chilly. A vast white sand reflects the sunray.
"Cut those annoying bangs next time." Denji concerns while picking up those long bangs which often hide the dark beads. Before Yoshida does the gist, blonde hairs immediately are far out of sight into the dazzling seawater.
Denji turns back at Yoshida giving a toothy grin barely visible from his stand. "Let's go!" A shout full of anticipation.
The water's surface reflects an orange hue sky. Yoshida feels those rolling waves between his leg. Denji is already ahead, sinking his body at torso level. A loud splash could be heard. A sudden coldness touch Yoshida's face, dampening his hair flat. The water is dripping while Denji having the time of his life.
'We're here to hunt a demon'
They're not supposed to be here, yet Yoshida humor Denji by following him astray.
"Don't go further, that's dangerous." Yoshida tries to snatch Denji away for swimming far from shore.
The aforementioned boy is nowhere in sight. Before Yoshida has gone cold feet, suddenly there's a big splash and two bodies fall unceremoniously into the sea.
Yoshida chokes on salt water, his nostrils burn uncomfortably. Finger poking on his cheek from his preparator. A truly pathetic sight he's in.
"Hahaha! Take that!" Denji is cackling like crazy jubilant. His smiles radiating youthfulness and nonchalance abruptly pale. He's screeching at the top of his lungs.
"FUCK—! AAA— HELP ME HIRO!!" The chainsaw boy jumping erratically. Yoshida observes closer to recognize Denji's foot is being clawed by a crab. This brings a sense of Deja Vu.
He carefully removes the crab iron clutch. Denji is on his mercy today. His face scrunches up while spewing foul mouth. Tears start to collect around his eyes.
"You will be my next meal for real, Crab Devil!! Ow, ow—" Yoshida cannot help but cracks a free laugh. Denji's mouth is pouting while whispering gibberish curses less loudly.
Finally, the big boy crab is free. Y'know what's fun? Without notice, Yoshida throws up the crustacean to its selected victim. Denji almost takes his given jackpot by a quick half-turn. Showing off Chainsaw Man's inhumane reflex.
"How unfortunate." Yoshida is half-heartedly disappointed.
"YOU'RE A DEATH MEAT TODAY YOSHIDA!!" He thrashes. Denji throws his body at Yoshida in a vengeful manner. Yet the black-haired boy just accepts him with open arms. Catching Denji in a death hug, then flipping their position so Denji faces the water first. Denji's scream abruptly silences.
They pull themselves together to the surface in gaping breaths. Yoshida flicks out damp golden locks from Denji's forehead. Their bodies pressed together. Yoshida's hands found the boy's thin waist and noted back in his mind to spoil him more. Denji is back from his reverie while absentmindedly placing hands around Yoshida's nape. Fingers clutching on unruly black strands. Under the everlasting golden sunset, everything about Denji is luminously breathtaking. Their wet uniform sticking uncomfortably on the skin
Oh, Why did they stupidly forget to take off their uniform?
"Better?" Yoshida finds himself asking. "Ya think?" Denji is unimpressed. After a stretch of silence, they begin to giggle. Truly, What a silly two adolescent boys.
'How long will this last?'
Yoshida's curious hand begins to slide beneath his sticky uniform. Although, bathing in coldness, Denji is still warm as ever. The boy shudders at the touch and exposing cold.
He finds himself on Denji's heart, fiddling with his chainsaw cord. A hand harshly tugs out Yoshida's wandering hand. At this point, his hand will be crushed into dust.
"You're more than just Chainsaw Man." The other tenses like a scared animal.
"Denji is Denji." He took the boy into a tight embrace. Yoshida thought he already made himself clear.
"What do you want from me, Hirofumi."
Yoshida is not sure how to reciprocate. What's clear he wants Denji right? He just tightens his hold.
"I love you." Three words clung from the back of his throat. It feels right yet his heart clenches further. At this point, he cannot fathom.
"Do you expect me to surrender my two hearts after?" Denji's voice wavers, sharp for the ears to discern.
Yoshida decides to just eat and swallow those words from Denji's mouth. Prevent their mind and body astray into an awry mess. A mirror of their broken selves. Ignorance is bliss and a curse. Their lip sloppily crash. Yoshida immediately gags in eliciting taste.
Fresh scarlet staining the pure blue. Dissipate into nothingness. Ah, Denji has bitten his lip like a piercing. Come to think of it, Denji should get a piercing too. His tongue cleanses up the dam pouring blood. His palate goes numb.
Denji smears a thumb over the bleeds. Yoshida grasp the hand to hold it in place and nibble the offered thumb as an act of revenge.
The white noises of waves rolling swipe away their reflection. The sun is hanging on the horizon threatening to hide its luminous rays. Those things lose their worth as the person's focus is merely given to a boy named Hayakawa Denji.
He takes back the red thumb into the owner's cheek in a smeared mark. A non-foreign hue on his face, a part of Yoshida might last a bit longer, also red suits him. The blood tastes unpleasant, it's always with you and you can not live without it.
"Are you mad?" Yoshida is back from a reverie. Denji's voice holds no tone under it. A very distant one.
"Perhaps." He's this close yet the horizon seems to stretch away the sun, out of grasp.
His free hand played with his six piercings "We're nothing, Yoshida." Denji tilts his head, and the golden locks follow after. It burns.
"You're the one who allows yourself in." Denji licks his smeared thumb. Eyes closed in final declaration.
"Will you humor me?" It's not a plead, but a command. Denji doesn't give a single glance. The dark scarlet on hand is gone. His stomach becomes hollow. His heart delays then continue to beat monotonously
"Even if I become a nobody, will you let me be a part of your life?" He is quick to demand.
Denji contemplates his words. Yoshida's hand takes Denji's hand on his left and kisses him in avid devotion. He wants him, he needs him, his heart is craving to ascend the forbidden line. He let himself thrash into the glass floor.
"...What a desperate man." Hazel eyes are never this beautiful as ever. The sun burns but it gives life to one's bestowed.
The kiss ascends, tracing from fingers, knuckles, and palms. How wonderful it be if Yoshida could taste every inch and corner of Denji's body. As if reading the cue, Denji took off the ruined uniform while Yoshida pictured every muscle Denji stretches. He took off his unsalvageable uniform too in haste. No remains are in sight. Yoshida approaches Denji as the saltwater wavering on his torso. Tilting his chin and intertwining their fingers. He plays with the touch. Now there is nothing between them. His kisses inch further into a whole arm, neck, then a corner of his lips.
"Denji, tell me what you want. I'll make it up for you." They breathe at each other breath. The seawater dripping from black locks into his cheek.
'Foolish'
Denji breaks from their grasp, placating both hands on the bottom of Yoshida's neck. Two hands carry a million stories within, full of callouses that fit perfectly around.
"Yoshida Hirofumi." His fingers around are twitching. Yoshida chokes out.
"In the end, you and I are not far different." Both their eyes found each other.
'We're lonely beings, Denji'
He allows oneself to be consumed. Letting curiosity pursue itself into the forbidden to flare hidden desire. To reach and take everything in his peripheral, left him in nothingness. Then, the odds manage to bring two hearts filled with discontentment along. What could the two of them make?
He can feel himself burning by touch and lack of air around his throat. Denji inches himself to meet him on the lips, stealing his last gasping breath. It never ceases to captivate Yoshida in every way. Their teeth and tongue clash together, discovering every crevice. It's intoxicating and surreal. His heart is aching. Yoshida let both of them sway and fall ceremoniously into the depth of the sea. It feels nice how water surrounds them, pressing them further. A cold is a familiar place.
'Octopus'
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A huge tentacle drags out Yoshida from the battlefield. He commands in a mere blink of consciousness. Half his head is still underwater. It's not a problem since Octopus will help him. Yoshida let his instinct take over and muscle memory guide His eyes gaze at nowhere what he knows is his sense starts to clear up little by little. He's a third-rate devil hunter for reasons.
"YOU! JUST DIE ALREADY!!" The catastrophic demon screeched in ugly fury. Yoshida doesn't pinpoint what did the shit talking. But he grins at his win.
He demands Octopus protect and avoid his senses from the upbringing mind manipulating attack. Uh oh, his recovery needs an unpractical time. He was foolish to let himself get caught in a petty trick in the first place. Yoshida contemplates if dying is truly a mercy given compared to humiliation.
'Save me, Chainsaw Man'
His body mimicked a stance to counterattack Nightmare Devil's nefarious ability with the help of Octopus. The devil hunter just needs to lure time either for upcoming help or a loading comeback. His body is sloppy with few drips leaking from his skin.
Suddenly, his ears caught by a faint sound he recognize as agonizing screeching overlaps with a whirring chainsaw. Yoshida sure the ground shake after a loud thud. Machinate sound comes after him with a blob of a figure with two shining yellow eyes. Octopus begins to relax its hold after being confident the person not going to throw an attack. Yoshida let himself relax on the ground and boy, every inch of his body is aching as hell. Maybe there are fractures—a worse way to wake up from a nap. A deathly nap to be precise.
"Man, you're such a mess." Yoshida can picture Denji's face with a toothy grin beneath his chainsaw hybrid he gazes in blurry.
Yoshida pries open his mouth for a word, but it just hangs open. Simultaneously agape and closing. His supposed fake memories flooded his mind like a broken dam. An update, it's a deathly wet dream.
"Dude, are you dead for real??" Denji is already back into his human form and his voice is stating confusion mixed with concern. He crouches down to meet him at eye level. Yoshida gulps his dry throat.
Pristine golden hair, straightforward hazel eyes, damp navel, inviting lips, how fondly Denji called his given name. From here Yoshida can slightly taste the artificial strawberry on the roof of his mouth.
"Ha...Ahahahaha..."
Oh, Yoshida knows damn well that he's unsalvageable.
Golden brows furrow soon replaced with an iconic facepalm. "Yoshida, get your head in checks okay?" Denji is unamused. He dives inside his pocket and places candy on a deathbed Yoshida. He surely catches the chainsaw boy scoffing while turning away, no doubt muttering about tonight's dinner he discerns as ramen.
"Thanks for saving me Chainsaw Man, no, Denji-kun."
Denji stops on his track. Hazel eyes trying to unskinning him alive. Maybe Nightmare Demon's power still left some bits of its illusion since Denji's face overlapped with a cute blushy one. There are many things Yoshida wants to do with his mouth.
"Denji, tell me what you want. I'll make it up for you." Is one of them.
Denji is humming while thinking thoroughly. His brain processing and make a mindful click.
"Chocolate cake. Make it two." He throws a signature piece sign. Yoshida hums in affirmation.
Denji is crossing both arms in wonder "You're awfully in a good mood." His assumption is indeed a fact. Hazel eyes noticed Yoshida's genuine smile amid how he almost die seconds ago. He just exhales in exasperation, knowing Yoshida is fine without his help further
"What a weirdo...not like I'm judging." The boy shows his hunching back and swinging back into his own business. The afternoon sunset set a long shadow behind his figure. Enchanting his messy golden locks.
A tentacle nudges at Yoshida's cheek full of grim. Fingers limply took the offered candy. Then a familiar taste burst inside his palate once again. A delicious strawberry he noted. He smiles to himself. Heartbeats overwhelmed his ears, feeling very much alive minus physical displeasure. It ticking to combust if he held Denji again into his arm. For real this time.
'I'm screwed inside out'