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Denji with a short and clingy s/o

Note: Denji x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Very SFW. Suggestive themes but that’s all!

• When the two of you first met, it didn’t end well. Denji thought you were too cute but made a comment about your height that he didn’t mean to sound offensive. Although you look cute, you quickly became violent and ended up kicking him right in the balls for the comment. After that, you both couldn’t stand each other.

• But it couldn’t get any worse once you got ordered by Makima to begin living in the Hayakawa Residences. “You should take this opportunity to understand your co-workers”, She explained while you weren’t having it. Even so, you complied to her orders and moved in with your 3 other co-workers. But eventually with the living situation, you and Denji began to be civil with each other. Afterall, you handled with the cooking and cleaning. You even knew how to discipline Power when she misbehaved.

• After awhile, Denji starts to look at you differently. He thinks your height is actually cute and likes the height differences between you and him.

• He starts to keep the teasing to a minimum and when you take notice, you guys start becoming really close!

• Whenever you’re around Power and she makes a comment about your height, Denji doesn’t hesitate to defend you. “Leave Y/n alone, she can’t control her height! At least she knows how to clean after herself!”, Denji shouts as Power snaps back, “Hey! I actually began flushing!” thus begins an argument between the two. You knew you were supposed to break up the fight but you couldn’t help but just stare at Denji with awe.

• You began doing everything for Denji like doing his laundry and cooking his favorite meals. And when he wouldn’t understand what he’s reading, you would always be there with him to read it for him while he appreciates it a lot.

• When he would be sitting down at the couch, watching whatever Aki put on the tv, you follow in pursuit and would be there right next to him as you wrap your arms around his. You looked like a clingy puppy in Denji’s eyes and he was loving every second of it. “Is this fine, Denji?” You ask with a sweet tone and pleading eyes. “Y-Yeah..I don’t mind..” Denji stutters. ‘she definitely wants me!’ Denji thought to himself

• Whenever he’s around Makima, you can’t help but feel jealous. Although you and Denji aren’t official but the mutual feelings was clear. Even if Denji tries to stay loyal for Makima, his mind would always travel back to you and how you’re actually willing to show him affection no matter where you guys are. Your obvious jealousy and possessive behavior goes straight to his head and makes him fall for you even more. “Ms. Makima, sorry to interrupt but me and Denji are having a picnic date and it’s already our lunch break!” You pop out of nowhere while you protectively cling to Denji’s arm before you lead him out of the office. Oh he is so in love with you.

•You both finally became official after you confessed your undying love for him. Denji swore he was gonna melt from your cute confession——oh how he wanted to be with you forever! Of course he instantly accepted your love declaration within seconds, you didn’t even finish confessing.

•You guys are absolutely so adorable! You both never leave each other’s side. Denji tries his hardest to keep the relationship always in it’s honeymoon phase.

•Everyone around you might think you guys are gross——Aki rolling his eyes whenever he sees you guys being all lovey dovey and Power making unwanted comments. But it didn’t affect you guys at all. You’re just happy to be each other’s company.

•Denji tries to participate in any activity you like doing! For example, if you like to paint. He will be there right next to you, painting as well. It’s always silly things he draws balls but they always look bad, he’s trying his best tho.

•Whenever you guys are out, Denji has the urge to carry you everywhere. He would hold you up when you can’t reach something and you reward him with head pats as you praise him for always thinking about you.

•Speaking of praises, this boy loves it when you praise him even for the bare minimum. He loves hearing you calling him a good boy and rewarding him with letting him lay on your chest after he protects you from a devil during a mission.

•Something you guys like to share is your clothes, even though his clothes is very big on you while your clothes can be tight on him. “Are you sure you wanna wear that? It’s a size medium in women’s, I don’t think it’ll fit” You spoke up while watching Denji put on your hoodie, “Pssh! It’s fine! I like it because it smells like you!” He reassures right before he stretches the material. You like wearing his sweatpants since they’re really comfortable and soft, especially when you’re guys are cuddling. He enjoys seeing you wear his clothes.

•Also might I add, he thinks you look so pretty——literally! Whenever you’re doing just about anything, he can’t help but stare at how cute you look. Cooking, washing the dishes, writing, walking back from a mission, Doesn’t matter because he will always tell you how beautiful you look and you just can’t help it but hug him even more.

•When the first time you guys kissed, Denji couldn’t stop smiling. It felt like fireworks were exploding inside his body. Although of course he had to crouch down since he didn’t want you to hurt your neck more than you already have whenever you look up at him, your lips felt so soft that he got goosebumps all over his body. As you pulled away with a flustered look on your face, your eyes holding adoration and love for Denji. You were obviously embarrassed when he couldn’t say anything. “I-I’m sorry! Was I too stiff?! I swear I don’t mean-..”Denji stopped you from ranting as he quickly but carefully holds you up. “Can I kiss you again?” He asks while you couldn’t help but smile before nodding and leaning in again.

Can you guys tell this is my first fic??😭 I’ve been on the Denji tag for awhile and I swear it’s so dry rn lol

Denji and Pochita!

More fanart, because this is one of my fav anime and I absolutley had to make some fanart of it. But now im preparing for Artfight, I really wanna be more active this year than other years.

Regarding of my last post

DENJI who knows from the moment that he laid eyes on you that he wanted to be yours. He didn’t want you to be his, oh no, that wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to be at your every beck and call — any time that you needed something, he wanted to be the one that you turned to.  

He doesn’t care how simple the task or how stupid the question, he just wants you to look for him. He wants your eyes to fall on him and for your hand to extend in his direction. He wants to be the one you look for in a crowd, he wants to be the one who carries your shopping bags, he wants to be the one who lays his jacket down on every single puddle. He wants you to call him ‘yours’. 

“Shit,” you murmur, placing your hands on your hips and glaring up at the offending pack of chips — which sits on a shelf just barely out of your reach.  

Huffing, you push yourself onto your tiptoe, hand extended towards your desired snack. As if to taunt you, the tips of your fingers brush against the outside of the chip bag.  

Just as you give up, a familiar orange-haired boy slides into the kitchen, lips pulled back in that adorable fanged smile. “Oh, hey (Y/N)!” 

You turn, nearly losing your balance as you glance at Denji, who only smiles in response. His eyes flicker between you and the too-high shelf that prevents you from enjoying a mid-afternoon snack.  

“Hey Denji,” you reply, smiling at him as you turn away from the open cabinet.  

Denji notices your flickering gaze, following it and humming at the bag of chips in the cabinet. He smiles, then returning his focus to you.  

Without saying a word, Denji steps past you, his shoulder brushing affectionately against your own as he easily plucks the bag of chips from the shelf. He offers it to you, heart warming at your immediate smile.  

“Thanks Denji!” you bubble happily, hugging around his arm and placing a thankful kiss against his cheek.  

He smiles, practically purring at the affection.  

DENJI who greets you as if you had been separated for years. The moment that patrol ends and he’s able to return to Aki’s apartment — where he knows you’ll be — he’s sprinting with a speed that not even he knew that he possessed. He doesn’t care to see if Power is behind him, his sole focus being the fact that he was returning home to you.  

The moment that he steps through the door, Denji’s eyes are darting around the apartment for you. He accidentally slams the door in Power’s face, beelining for you in the living room and promptly hugging you like he was your husband returning home from war.  

“Denji—!” Power’s voice is cut off by the slamming of the apartment door, her angered groan falling on deaf ears as Denji excitedly enters the apartment.  

He looks around quickly, heart pounding in his ears as his eyes search for you — finding you in the kitchen snacking on the leftovers from the dinner that Aki had made the previous night. He beelines for you, arms locking around your waist and the entirety of his body weight pushing against your own.  

“Denji!” you exclaim, wobbling on your feet and nearly choking on the forkful of food that you had been ingesting. He ignores you, burying his head into the junction that connects your collarbone and shoulder, lightly biting down and smiling as you yelp again. You can feel the curl of his smile against your skin, and suddenly you weren’t as angry with him. 

“Missed you,” he murmurs, voice muffled from where his face is pressed impossibly closer against you, his nose practically inhaling your scent and committing it to the deepest depths of his memory. 

You smile to yourself, lifting a hand and threading your fingers into Denji’s hair, nails raking lightly over his scalp. He curls further into you — if that was even possible — placing a chaste kiss against your neck (as if he hadn’t just bitten you there).  

“Yeah,” you agree, leaning back into his arms and allowing your eyes to momentarily close, “I missed you too.” 

DENJI who treats you as his own personal pillow and may (WILL) suffocate you when it’s time to go to sleep. He can’t help it! He hugs you to his chest just as you’re both dozing off, your head tucked comfortably underneath his chin with your own arms wound loosely around his midsection. His nose is buried in your hair, inhaling that oh-so-familiar scent of your shampoo — it was so distinctly you.   

But somehow, in the ungodly hours of the morning, you’re suddenly confused as to why it’s so hard to breathe. Denji, somehow, had rolled completely on top of you. His nose is buried into the crook of your neck, mouth hanging open as loud — and borderline obnoxious — snores fill the otherwise quiet bedroom. His arms are still locked around you like iron, but this time, you genuinely don’t know if they’re going to be the weapons that kill you. 

Your eyes shoot open at the terrifying feeling of not being able to breathe, widened irises flickering around the room until you’re suddenly aware of why you can’t breathe— 

“Denji,” you whisper urgently, desperately shaking the figure that lays on top of you. You can feel the warmth of his breath fanning out over the skin of your neck. He mumbles something incoherent, only snuggling further into you and pressing more of his weight down onto you.  

In any other situation, you would have ‘awed’ at him and lovingly pinched his cheek. 

But right now you were a little more focused on remaining conscious.  

“Denji,” you say again, louder this time. You try your hardest to shove him off of you, but even in sleep, he fights against you, wanting to practically be melded to you. He grumbles sleepily, and you could only pray that he chokes on his own spit so that he would wake up. 

Your hands brace against his side, trying one last time to push him off of you. Denji’s nose scrunches adorably, a snore getting caught in his throat as his grip tightens impossibly further over you. You groan lightly, sighing through your nose.  

“Denji, come on,” you murmur, screwing your eyes shut and giving Denji’s limp body one more shove. Denji grunts, finally opening his eyes and turning to you with a tired glint to his eyes, sleepily blinking at you.  

“Wha—?” Denji hums, smacking his lips together and blinking away the last bits of exhaustion from his eyes. He rolls off of you, resulting in you greedily inhaling. Denji only stares curiously at you, now wide awake and wondering why you were breathing so heavily.  

“You were squishing me,” you say simply, sitting up and glancing at Denji, who is quick to sit up beside you. He pouts, jutting out his bottom lip as he stares at you, guilt swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay, you do it every night.” 

“I do?!” 

DENJI who always has to have a hand on you when you’re out and about — even if it’s while the two of you are paired together for patrol. Most of the time, Denji’s fingers are locked together with your own, his thumb sometimes brushing over the backs of your knuckles (mainly because Aki mentioned ONCE that it was a romantic gesture). It’s sweet…when you’re not working obviously.  

Standing in line results in the both of you receiving glances from those that surround you, some of them looks of jealousy, but the majority of them are those disgusted glances usually thrown at the PDA obsessed couples in amusement park lines. Does Denji care about those glances? Oh, absolutely not, he could care so much less. He loves you! So why would he sit back and not show you that he absolutely loves and adores you? 

“Hey Denji? I can’t really fight this Devil with one hand,” you comment offhandedly, glancing down at Denji’s fingers that were so tightly interlocked with your own — you honestly don’t know if he has any plans of genuinely letting go. He glances down at the Devil in question, acknowledging its existence before turning with a lovesick smile back to you.  

“I’m sure you can,” he responds, figurative tail wagging as you roll your eyes. You squeeze his fingers three times, a silent way of you saying ‘I love you” — a little something that you had both established somewhere near the beginning of your relationship. Denji’s smile impossibly widens, his fingers returning your affectionate squeeze.  

“Two seconds, count it,” you say with a smile, leaning forward on the tips of your toes and pressing a fleeting kiss to Denji’s cheek. He all but purrs at you, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before he (reluctantly) lets you deal with the Devil that you had been sent out to exterminate.  

DENJI who texts you so many times throughout the day that you have to silence your phone at the beginning of your shifts at work. Otherwise your phone would be buzzing every three seconds with a new message from Denji, be it a random selfie of him and Power or a pinecone that he claims “looks like you!” Sometimes his messages don’t even make sense, but that can be blamed on Denji’s inability to type properly — considering that he had never had a cell phone before. 

Snuck between those fun messages are genuine heartfelt texts that make your heart melt when you scroll back to reread them. Every morning the first message that pings on your phone is from Denji, telling you to make sure that you eat something and that he would see you later on patrol. And the last message that you see every night is Denji telling you sweet dreams and that he would see you in the morning.  

“Is that your phone again?” Aki asks with a raise of his eyebrow, taking a drag of the cigarette between his lips before blowing the smoke out in a small gray cloud in front of him. You pause, tilting your head before becoming aware of the constant vibration against your thigh.  

You dip your fingers into your pocket, taking out your cellphone and looking down at the 34 messages sent to you by Denji. You bite back the smile that threatens to curl the corner of your lips upward, scrolling through the various texts of ‘Miss you!’ and ‘Tell Aki that we’re out of cereal’.  

“Sorry, it’s Denji,” you murmur, remembering that you and Aki were currently on patrol, “I’ll silence it.” 

Aki nods, flicking away his cigarette and turning away from you. You heart a few of Denji’s messages, smiling down at the illuminated screen before silencing your phone and jogging to keep up with Aki. 

DENJI who enjoys having late night conversations with you — talking about whatever it is that you want. Sometimes you both have deep conversations with one another, revealing parts of your past and in turn learning a little bit more about Denji. Or sometimes you have silly ‘what if’ conversations, where you’ve learned that, yes, Denji would love you if you were a worm, Denji would be able to identify your pussy in a room full of others, and Denji would happily lay over a puddle so that your shoes wouldn’t get wet.  

He likes to ramble, he likes to get stuck on one topic and just pour his heart out about whatever it may be. Denji also just loves the sound of your voice, listening to you ramble about topics that you’re passionate about or listening to stories from your childhood. He’ll keep his eyes on you the entire time that you’re speaking, his chin leaned into the palm of his hand as you continue speaking. If you quiet down for even a second, he prompts you to continue with a chipper “And then what happened?” 

“You tired?” Denji asks, eyes fixed on the ceiling and watching as the small fan spins in seemingly endless circles, giving the room a small breeze that momentarily cancels out the warmth that radiates from the outside.  

You shake your head, hair tickling Denji’s shoulder. Your leg is hiked up over his own with your arms wound loosely over his midsection. “No, not really,” you murmur, suddenly aware of just how awake you truly are.  

It was odd, considering that patrol lasted much longer today and Makima had quite a few words to say to you and Denji before you left the offices for the day. You thought that by the time you had finished up dinner with Aki that you would be completely exhausted — and yet you weren’t. 

“What was your life before being a Devil Hunter like?” Denji asks, rubbing a thumb up and down your side. You hum, closing your eyes for a moment and simply remembering; remembering blurry figures of people that you may or may not have loved and muddled memories of a time that you may or may not have enjoyed.  

“I dunno actually, I don’t really remember it,” you reply with a small shrug, shuffling your body closer to Denji’s and letting out a sigh, your breath fanning over his neck. He ignores the shiver that crawls up his spine at the sensation, momentarily tightening his arms around you, his cheek resting against the top of your head.  

“Well…what do you remember?” Denji inquires. You smile to yourself, knowing what it was that Denji wanted — he just wanted to hear you talk. Humming to yourself, you tilt your head up, pressing a kiss to the underside of Denji’s jaw. 

“There is one thing, I had a best friend growing up,” you begin, squeezing Denji’s waist and smiling as he returns it, excitedly listening and waiting for you to tell him the tale from your childhood.  

DENJI who just loves and adores you more than anything. The moment that he becomes yours, the moment that you become his, he’s completely devoted to you and to you only. To him, you’re the one person that’s worth sticking around for, the one person worth protecting from Devils. In a way, Denji is just glad to have someone that doesn’t look at him like he’s a freak — as he’s used to eyes widening in disgust and lips curling back to spit out venomous insults.  

But then Denji met you; you with the warmth in your eyes and the glitter to your smile. You with the kind words and tight hugs that were warmer than any summer’s day. You with the kisses that managed to steal his breath every single time and you with the ability to make the gloomiest days bright.  

Denji is so happy to have you in his life, and every day he manages to convey that love and adoration to you. And the moment that you reciprocate it, Denji falls harder and harder.  

My first time writing for Chainsaw Man and Denji, go easy on me.

I made an valentinesday animation for chainsaw man please check it out

Some frames from my latest short animation on YouTube that i had realesed on valentines day

So like… in the recent csm chapters Asa is being saved by chainsaw man, and they have a cute talk about how to keep living even if it’s hard (even if Denji ruined it by saying he just wants to have tons of sex lmfao) .

I always assumed in the manga that his voice is distorted when he’s in that form, but in the anime his voice is as clear as day. So is Asa just not going to recognize Denji’s very distinct voice in the anime when they get around to animating her arcs?

Maybe theyll fix the voice in later seasons but I think it’d be hella funny if they pull some Miraculous Ladybug shit and just have everyone be clueless about the secret identity of chainsaw man… while it’s literally just Denji’s voice screaming when he’s in that form.

This couple is more like Adrienette than I thought 😭

[CSMxMale! Reader]

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chapter one

One rainy day there stood a boy in front of a grave with men around him

All with dark expressions

"Bastard hung himself without paying this month’s installment first"

A man says standing next to the boy

"Boy, you’ve got until tomorrow to put 700,000 together. You can beg for it, whore yourself out… I don’t care. Get it done. Otherwise, we chop you up and sell the bits"

The yakuza boss’s car drives off. The sound of a chainsaw revving can be heard nearby

"Huh?"

Denji turns to see Pochita appear from behind a tree

"Grr.."

"A ch-chainsaw?"

Denji backs away in fear but falls backward

From somewhere above a person or thing was watching it seemed human but it looked like an angel

but oh how wrong people are if they were to see him he's far from an angel

he's a devil but something was wrong with him he brought a sense of dread everywhere he went

More then any devil has but denji at first denji thought it was coming from pochita

"A devil…If you’re gonna kill me, just do it. I’m dead either way..."

He said with an expression of someone whos given up but then

but he took a look at him and saw that he was wrong because of the state he was in

Pochita was laying on his side with a wound on his stomach

"Ah..It’s hurt… You’re gonna die, too?"

'So its not him....'

Denji remembers his father’s death

"Ah! Bite me! I heard that drinking blood heals a devil. If you don’t wanna die, bite me!"

Pochita struggles to stand but eventually walks toward Denji. He bites Denji’s arm

The person watching from above became invested in the little boy seeing how he willingly helped a devil his acquaintance at that

"Ngh…My blood’s not free, though

This is a deal I’ll help you, so you help me, too I don’t wanna die, after all"

Soon after a figure appeared behind the boy leaving pochita to growl a little before realizing who it was

and just stared at him wondering why he showed up the man hummed looking down at the boy

Denji then slowly turned around only to see nothing but air behind him and pondered why pochita stared behind him

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chapter two

[Present]

Sometime in the day Denji has killed the Tomato Devil and pulls Pochita’s blade out of it

"Phew…Gotta be the Tomato Devil. He’ll revive from the seeds, so you’ll wanna burn those" denji says speaking to the boss

"Nice work, Denji this carcass will bring in a fair price on the black market. I’ll pay you 400,000"

The yakuza boss praises the sixteen year old boy

Denji face has an excited expression at the praise and the money "Hey, thanks!"

"After what you owe and the interest, that leaves 170,000. So after the finder’s fee, admin fee, management costs, and so on…"

Then his expression dropped slowly

Drops each time as the list goes on

Sometime later, in the city Denji walks with Pochita down the street

"… that leaves me with 70,000" he says to pochita then continues

"After the water bill and some other stuff I owe…Funny how that works. I’ve got 1,800 yen left"

"No food at home, and this is gonna have to last us a month, so…Pochita, looks like dinner’s gonna be a slice of bread"

Denji walks past a car with the yakuza boss and his driver then denji can feel a familiar sense of dread that he still has not gotten used to even after many years

The driver and the boss shiver from the but try to ignore it but it was unerving then start to have a conversation as they see walking to help

"Why hire a brat like that to hunt devils?" The driver asks

"He’s paying off what he owes us. Well, technically, it was his deadbeat Boss’s debt" the boss responds

"And a kid with a pet devil can get the job done?"

"The thing about real devil hunters is that they don’t pass devil carcasses on to the yakuza Besides, the best thing about Denji is he does what he’s told"

The car drives to catch up with Denji the more the car gets close to denji the more the sense of dread grows

"Hey, dog!" The driver yells out the window

"Ah…"

"I’ll give you 100 yen to eat this cigarette! Hmm?" The driver tells denji at that point the the dreadful feeling thickens making the atmosphere almost hard to breath in

The sky seems to be cloudy maybe even turn black or red for a split second before returning to its normal blue

Ignoring it denji responds "For real? Don’t mind if I do"

Denji takes the man’s cigarette

"Ahh~..."

Denji swallows the cigarette

"Hahahaha!" The driver laughs in amusement

Then the bosses window rolls down

"We’ll be in touch when there’s another devil Try and run, and you’re pig slop" he says

"Ngh… Oh"

Denji walks away from the car, and the car drives off then a familiar angelic man pops out if nowhere and slaps him on the back of the head with one of his wings

"You imbecile"

"Hehe…Blegh…"

Denji sticks his tongue out. The cigarette is on it

"I didnt really swallow it...That’ll keep us for another three days"

"Woof!"

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In Denji’s shed in which the three call home Denji and Pochita rest from the rain Pochita takes a bite of bread while m/n sits next to denji with a mini alternate in his hands

as if it was his child he showed it but he examined it as if it was an expiriment

he sat the alternate Down near pochita to see how it will react to pochita but it just ends up climbing on him as if he was a horse

"The other day I heard that normally, people put jam on their bread before eating it" denji speaks up

M/n raises an eyebrow at denji not seeing the point in food since he doesn't eat or need to eat

and doesn't get whats so good about the mush in your mouth 

Besides....human tastes better

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Sketchbook doodles!

Csm spoilers under the cut!

Sketch of a piece I'm gonna do digitally.... at some point ~w~

DENJI、 BAJI KEISUKE & MIDORIYA IZUKU

🎏 ❭ ꒰ please don't repost !! ꒱

random layouts i wanted to do for @akaitami , i hope you'll like them :)

☆ no homo, right?

denji x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: denji starts to get feelings for [name] and he thinks of all the little things between them. it's not gay though, right? (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

denji was always a fan of women and everything about them. he wasn't necessarily quiet about his preferences either. everyone knew about them. power did, aki did, yoshida probably does and asa too.

however, nobody expected denji to fall for a man, let alone one of his close friends. denji, the one who always talked about wanting to feel a woman, was now making goo-goo eyes at a man. it was unusual.

denji always reassured his friends (asa and yoshida) that he didn't actually like [name]. yet, they could see past him and his lies. they knew that denji was completely infatuated by [name] and no amount of 'no homo's was going to clear that off the fiend's name.

denji was walking about town with [name]. they usually spent their time doing such with their friends after school or when nothing was happening. however, fate seemed to be on denji's side. even if denji didn't want to believe that.

[name] and denji were alone. asa and yoshida had bailed on the two earlier, making weak excuses just to not go with them. of course, they did it all on purpose. they weren't going to tell [name] and denji though, it would ruin all of the fun and suspense.

the two men continued walking, their hands occasionally brushing against eachother as they walked past the busy crowds.

denji wanted to hold [name]'s hand. he wanted to hold it in his own hand and squeeze it. he wanted to feel how soft [name]'s hand would feel in his own, or how calloused it felt. denji wanted to swing his hand, in turn swinging [name]'s as they walked.

but, it wasn't gay right? it was normal to want to hold your friends hand, of course it was. denji had done that with power many times before, so it wasn't romantic or anything.

yet why did it feel so different when denji was facing [name]? why was his heart fluttering? why was his mind racing? he wasn't gay, and he didn't like [name].

eventually, the two settled down at a cafe. it was just the two of them, settling down for a meal to discuss.

but why did this feel like something else? denji felt like he was going on a date, like the time he had gotten reze some flowers on a date. it felt like he was on a date, with his friend.

denji wasn't gay though. of course he wasn't - he couldn't be. he loved women, he was quite the enjoyer. he felt nothing towards men compared to how he felt towards women.

but everything still felt different. denji's palms felt sweaty as he sat down across [name]. he felt his throat going dry too, so he immediately ordered an orange juice to soothe his thirst.

it didn't help though. nothing seemed to be helping when denji was around [name] and he couldn't stand it.

[name] then ordered for himself and for denji. being friends for a while meant that [name] knew stuff. [name] knew the food denji liked, the manga that he would read (or at least tried to), and the fact that denji was chainsaw man.

denji's whole body went hot when he realised this. he realised how much [name] knew about him and it honestly felt scary. were friends meant to know so much about eachother? of course they were, but everything felt so different and scary when denji was with [name].

if asa and yoshida were here, denji wouldn't have to be stuck in this situation. stuck being alone with [name].

once the food arrived, denji immediately tucked in. [name] had ordered him a cake, similar to the one denji had recieved when he first went to a cafe with yoshida. it was sweet, moist and overall perfection. denji couldn't help but want to scarf it down immediately.

"could i have a taste?" [name] asked denji, a small, innocent smile on his lips that made denji's whole body stiffen.

lips.. [name]'s lips. denji wanted to kiss them so badly. he wanted to feel [name]'s lips on his own and see how they'd melt into eachother. he wanted to see how their lips fit into eachother. he wanted to see how perfect they were together.

denji wasn't gay though. he shook away his thoughts by thinking a simple "no homo", something asa despised hearing from denji. she knew the truth that denji was constantly hiding from, and so did yoshida.

"oh.. sure.." denji smiled back at [name]. he took a fork, to be somewhat civilised and not to feed [name] with his hand. he put the fork into the cake and took a piece before feeding it to [name], his hand under the fork to make sure it wouldn't drop the cake before [name] could even get a taste.

wait.. feeding [name]? denji's brain was working on autopilot. he couldn't believe he had just done that. he had just fed [name] a piece of his cake. the cake that he was eating. the cake that he was shoveling down his throat with his bare hands. denji thought he was going to faint because of how hot the room suddenly felt..

[name] wasn't opposed to denji feeding him the cake. although he wasn't expecting it, he certainly didn't mind it. it was like a new change of pace for once in his entire friendship with denji. he wouldn't mind more changes in the future wither.

[name] finished the small piece with a hum, smiling at how good the piece tasted. was it better because denji fed it to him? nobody would know, only [name]

denji the looked away, embarrassed by his actions. he had just fed his friend a piece of his cake.. his mind was still on that.

and of course, denji's mind went into autopilot again as he continued to think about [name].

denji started to eat the cake with the fork, not even his own hands now. he was eating with the same fork that was in [name]'s mouth a few seconds ago. the same fork that he had just used to feed [name]. it was like an indirect kissA

the poor blonde yelped and he dropped his fork onto the table, hiding his face in embarrassment.

denji wasn't gay. he was just doing stuff that friends would do with their friends regularly. but why was his heart fluttering? why was his mind racing? why was his throat suddenly closed up and dried? why, why, why?

"i think i'm in love with you, [name].." denji mumbled into his hands, too scared to meet [name]'s eyes.

maybe denji wasn't gay, but he was surely into his best friend [name] and he now accepted it. he wouldn't hide his feelings behind a 'no homo' anymore.

☆ author's note: 1st chainsaw man post! i was planning on posting requests but for some reason i can't edit my old-er drafts so i have to redo them 😪 sorry for those who are waiting!

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