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A pretty face with a friendly smile peeked into the classroom. Denji clicked his tongue at the sight of him. Yoshida again.
The guy looked polite and neat but with that “bad boy” vibe the chicks were apparently so crazy about. Someone as handsome as Yoshida could be grabbing some boobs right now but there he was instead, stalking another guy.
“Sorry to interrupt. Can I borrow Denji?”
“Fuck off, dude, I’m busy!” Denji snapped looking up at the annoying visitor. As usual he came at such an inconvenient moment. Right when Denji finally got another girl to sit on him.
“Hi, Yoshida!” The girl giggled.
“Sorry, Yoshida, we paid for our chair,” another one chimed in.
“Let me compensate you,” Yoshida offered politely, reaching into his uniform jacket for a ten yen coin.
“Just kidding. You can borrow him free of charge,” the girl caved in pretty quickly. Denji quietly growled. Damn pretty boy got what he wanted way too easily.
“Be my chair sometime too though, ok?” One of the girls winked at Yoshida and they both started giggling again.
“I’ll think about it,” he smiled back.
“You better not steal my customers,” Denji grumbled as they left the classroom.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“What’d you wanna talk about anyway? Told you I’m not changing my mind about the identity thing.”
“You wanted a girlfriend, right? Well, I found someone.”
“Another chick who hates Chainsaw Man?” Denji was still sulking a little after Asa called him a loser.
“I'd say she's neutral towards Chainsaw Man. So at least you have a chance.”
“Huh? For real?” Denji’s voice still sounded incredulous. “You found a girl who wants to go out with me?”
“I can’t woo a girl for you, Denji, you have to do it yourself. But I’ll play the matchmaker. Let’s go, I’ll introduce you.”
“Fine. But she better be hot, ya hear?”
“No comment.”
“Looks like she’s not coming, Denji.”
“Figured. Been waiting for what? Like half an hour?” Denji yawned.
“Well, maybe she had a good reason.”
“Yeah, whatever. At least we have a nice view here.”
Yoshida followed Denji’s gaze, as he was looking over his shoulder this whole time.
The two of them were at the school stadium, sitting at the top row of the stand. There was no one on the field; but if you turned around a little, you’d get a half-decent view of the pool. Yoshida’s brows went up with amusement at the sight of a bunch of girls having a swimming class. So that was what got Denji’s attention.
“Alright,” Yoshida concluded with an ever slightly sardonic smile. “Glad you had a good time. Let’s head out?”
“Nah, you go, I’ll hang out here a little longer.”
Yoshida, who was already getting up, paused and squinted.
“You’re not planning to keep watching the girls, are you?”
“What? Dude, you have some fucked up opinion of me,” Denji tried to sound convincing. “Besides, why do you care?”
“If you get caught peeping at girls you’d be labeled a creep and then I’ll never find anyone willing to date you,” Yoshida pointedly looked at Denji. “Don’t make my job any more difficult.”
Denji scoffed.
“Like you were any help before. Just go.”
Contrary to Denji’s request, Yoshida sat back down.
“Why are you trying to get rid of me, Denji? What are you planning to do?”
“Man, fuck off already! Can’t a guy get some alone time?”
“If you’re thinking of exposing your identity again then I hope you realize you won't be able to. Because I’m always watching.”
“Who’s a creep then? And no, wasn’t thinking that.”
“Then what’s the rush to get rid of…”
Yoshida didn’t finish the thought. There was definitely something weird about Denji. Yoshida tilted his head, carefully observing the key object of his mission. Denji’s posture felt awkward—he never sat with his legs crossed. Nor did he need to put the school bag on his lap—there was plenty of space on the empty seats around them.
“Denji… What’s that you’re hiding under that bag?”
Denji darted a quick glance at the bag and licked his lips.
“Wha..? Nothing, dude. Come on, gimme a break!” He sounded gravely suspicious.
“Alright, that settles it.”
Yoshida leaned forward and grabbed the bag with force, but Denji was clutching it too hard. Yeah, he was definitely hiding something.
“What the fuck, man! What’s gotten into you?!”
“I told you, Denji, I need to know if you’re planning something again. If you don’t want to play nice, I’ll have to use force.”
“Force?! Dude, final warning! I’m getting seriously pissed!”
Suddenly Yoshida turned to look past Denji to address someone.
“Oh wow! You actually made it,” he broke into a welcoming grin. “This is Denji, I told you about him.”
“Huh?! That chick actually came?” Denji turned around, startled.
Only to see no one.
Yoshida pinched the bridge of his nose with a pitying smile. Denji turned back to him, furious.
“Shit, what the hell?! Do you get off on making people angry or something?! Fuck you!”
But the insults didn’t faze Yoshida. His mission was complete—the bag was successfully removed from Denji’s lap. Though there seemed to be nothing of interest under it… At least at first glance.
“Oi! What are you looking at?!”
Denji made an effort to hide his crotch with both hands but it was too late. Yoshida’s brows shot up at the realization—Denji had been hiding a boner.
“Denji, were you…” Yoshida paused. There was no way, right? “Were you planning on jerking off to those girls at the swimming pool?”
Denji’s face went from angry to shocked to embarrassed and back to angry again.
“The fuck you say?! And stop looking, you damn creep!” He jumped up, which solidified it—Denji was sporting a boner.
“Calm down. Don’t make a scene,” Yoshida got up as well and grabbed Denji’s shoulders, but the chainsaw boy shook his hands off.
“Don’t touch me, dude! I’ll just go home now. You happy?!”
“No, can’t have you like that,” Yoshida insisted.
“What’d you want now?!”
“I just realized,” Yoshida rubbed his chin. He looked puzzled. “You probably don’t have an opportunity to unwind at home, do you?”
Denji looked at him stupidly.
“Unwind?”
“Sexually, I mean.”
Denji blinked.
“Your place is small and you live with a little girl who needs your constant attention. Besides, you’re struggling financially.”
“Yeah, detective fuckface, I don’t got time or place to jerk off. You done now?”
Yoshida didn’t look done at all. He looked like he was having a eureka moment.
“Well that must be a source of frustration for you.”
“No shit. I’m going now. You got my dick down anyway.”
Yoshida shot a quick glance down.
“Doesn’t look like it. Listen, Denji, let me help you out.”
“The fuck you gonna do?”
“First, let’s get you somewhere more secluded.”
Yoshida grabbed Denji’s arm and before he could react they both jumped from the top row of seats down the stadium stand.
“Here’s fine,” Yoshida concluded once they were safely hidden under the stand, its shadow concealing the two boys from any unwanted gazes.
“What the hell, man? What are you dooOOOING?!”
Denji jumped as he felt Yoshida’s touch on his crotch.
“Shhh. Like I said, helping you out.”
Denji tried to stop Yoshida from squeezing his dick but his arms got uselessly tangled. He really hadn’t touched himself in so long that Yoshida’s grip got him completely in a stun lock.
“I don’t need -FUCK- any help!”
“Keep it down, will you?” Yoshida used his other hand to silence Denji. “I’ll try to make it quick.”
Denji finally got a hold of himself and managed to grab both of Yoshida’s arms but didn’t really do anything else to actually stop the guy. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, there was no way he would come up with a coherent reaction in his current state of mind.
Yoshida kept squeezing Denji’s dick through the rough fabric of his school pants. No way around it—Yoshida’s hand or not—it did feel good. Especially after several weeks of failed attempts to rub a quick one out between endless routine tasks. Denji’s eyes rolled back.
“Wow, you’re drooling all over my hand,” Yoshida noticed, rather amused, as he pulled the hand away to uncover Denji’s mouth. He wasn’t protesting anymore anyway.
“Shuddup,” Denji managed.
“Alright, let me just…”
Yoshida undid Denji’s pants and got his dick out.
“Now your saliva should work nicely.”
Denji let out a stupid groan as Yoshida wrapped his slightly wet hand around the tender skin.
No matter how you looked at it, that was Denji’s first handjob. Would Pochita approve? Denji shot a glance at Yoshida’s face. He wasn’t a hot girl that’s for sure and he certainly didn’t have any boobs. Then again boobs weren’t involved in a handjob. Besides, Yoshida’s hand felt smooth and his grip was just the right amount of rough. Well that was to be expected, right? A guy would know what a guy likes. Guess having another dude jerk you off had its perks after all.
Yoshida noticed Denji was looking and showed him some version of an encouraging smile. Denji returned it with a stupid dazed grimace. This guy. He was a real sick bastard. Denji would totally kick his ass. Sometime later for sure. But damn, it did feel kinda nice having your dick pumped by someone else.
With all the pent up sexual energy it didn’t take much time for Denji to get to the edge. Yoshida must have noticed he was close. Wasn’t hard, considering Denji started slightly shaking and dug his nails into Yoshida’s arm. The tension reached its peak and Denji’s body felt like a taut string about to snap in half.
Yoshida quickened the pace, stroking Denji with more vigor than before. His hand felt firm and slick. Denji’s saliva mixed nicely with leaking precum and was now making dirty wet noises against smooth skin.
The sound made Denji painfully aware just how lewd the whole situation was. He’s standing in some dark corner with his dick out, getting a handjob from another guy. A guy who definitely has no boobs. But he has nice hands. And a pretty face. No, wait, what kind of thought is tha…
With absolutely no intention or will to hold back Denji came all over Yoshida’s hand. He let out a loud groan and bent back a little, steadying himself against the back of the stand with shaking arms.
“See, that was fast!” Yoshida looked too smug for a dude with a hand covered in cum. Denji nodded towards it.
“Not… Eh… Not helping to clean that up.”
“No worries,” Yoshida was already taking out a handkerchief, completely unbothered.
“Yeah, so,” Denji didn’t really know what to say. His mind was still clouded by the orgasm. “I’m gonna go now.”
“Get home safe!” Yoshida smiled before raising a warning finger. “I’ll be watching you so don’t go exposing your identity now, alright?”
Denji let out something unintelligible before storming off into the light and back to his everyday struggles.