#he's gonna drain yos.hida's wallet unfortunately

[jikoku-a]

"we could go out, it'd be my treat."

back aches from the weight of maeda in class #3 ... at only 10 yen to abuse a human chair for an entire minute, it's no surprise that denji's clientele is comprised of the entirety of the school's wrestling club, eager to test the sturdiness of his constitution, to push the limits of his resolve. humans are bastards like that, he knows now. not far off from the devils he's torn through.

he'd won out, of course. coin pouch clinks noisily with each step, an easy haul from a long day of work. after this, it's rerolling cigarettes to pawn off until he's scraped together enough for a meal. hard work ( beyond it, immoral ) but rewarding nonetheless. he's been brought into a life of immorality, forced into it, held at gunpoint. regard for the rules died with his father. the school would rather he and nayuta starve than get a part time job at the mcdonalds across the way ... better to be sat on than to return to a life with the rats.

yoshida is regarded with suspicion first: a learned reaction as much as it is something innate. strange is his classmate, deserving of this reservation by his own admission. still, a meal on another's coin is a blessing no matter who it comes from.

“ fine, ” comes snapping answer, the dog of chainsaw man poorly restrained. he'll bite the hand which feeds him if he so chooses ... they both know denji's strong point isn't his head. “ let's go to that cafe place. 'm gonna order all the desserts they have. cake, cookies, bread, all of it. ” he knows no shame.