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“Do you want to hurt me?” Yoshida asks.
They're on the school roof waiting for break to end when he does, turning his head to stare into her soul with his beady eyes as he asks.
“Do you, Denji-chan?”
She does. He's annoying and would benefit from a good kick to the nuts. But, he doesn't have nuts which complicates the ordeal.
“Yeah,” she replies, not looking away from the street below them. Some kid drops his ice cream and Denji feels something spike in her at the thought of wasted food.
Yoshida smirks, his thin lips tilting up in an unnatural way. “Interesting,” he notes, looking down at the street with her. Some guy nearly gets hit by a car.
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“Do you want a cigarette?” He asks as he holds out the open box, his own cigarette neatly placed between his pink lips.
Denji's face scrunches up at the request. “Hell no,” she answers, “they smell awful and give you cancer. Plus, no smoking in my house.”
They're in her apartment, specifically on Denji's couch. Yoshida invited himself over a while ago, and Nayuta is walking the dogs, so it's just the two of them.
Yoshida hums and seemingly ignores what she said, lighting up his cancer stick and taking a deep puff, before blowing the smoke at her.
“Hey!” She hisses, her boy voice coming through before she pitches it up again. “Do that outside.”
“Make me,” he answers, his lips twisting up in a grin as he looks proud of himself. Before he can take another puff and continue polluting Denji's house with the shitty smell, she snatches it from his lips.
“Out,” she commands, as if Yoshida were a disobedient dog.
He stares at her with an unimpressed look, before he starts to pull another cigarette out from the box. Her eyes narrow and before she can think about it, she jams the still lit one onto the back of his hand and grinds it in.
It forces a yelp out of him, making him drop the box onto the floor. His eyes bulge out as he pulls his damaged hand up to his chest to clutch it.
“Ow,” he hisses, his façade shattered. “What the hell, Denji?” No chan this time.
“No smoking in my house.” She repeats, flicking the butt at him.
Yoshida huffs as he forces a smile, trying to shrug it off. He's obviously failing as she can see slight tears form in his eyes.
In her opinion, he's being dramatic. She's been having cigarettes put out on her since she was old enough to walk, so she knows it doesn't warrant that much of a reaction.
She considers feeding him the burnt out butt when Nayuta barges in demanding a snack.
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“Did you and Aki-san ever have sex?”
They're walking home from school when he asks, completely casual as if he were asking the weather.
It takes a second for the question to register in her brain. Once it does, she grits her teeth and swings her arm.
Yoshida dodges it, leaning back as he does. There's traces of a grin forming on his lips, before Denji slams her other fist between his ribs and makes him double over.
“What the fuck?” She asks him as he clutches his chest and coughs, trying to take a breath. “What’s your problem?” She asks again, reaching over to grab him by the back of his shirt collar.
“It’s an honest question,” he answers between hacks. After a few more seconds, he finally stands up and breathes normally.
“You’re a fucking creep, you know that?”
“I am aware, so, have you?”
“No, I didn't fuck Aki. Happy?”
She thought she was going to at some point. When she met him and learned they were going to live together, she thought about whether or not he was going to try and get her to have sex with him. After all, he was a guy, ignoring the fact that Denji was also a guy back then.
Of course, he didn't bring it up. Didn't slip into her bed at night, didn't ask to “do her part”, didn't lounge around naked, and didn't do anything that would male anyone consider that he was ever so slightly interested in her.
Part of her wishes was that he was. A sick and twisted part that she buries down and tries to ignore. The part that would scream that this was it. it was finally happening whenever Aki got close to her. The part that screamed in pure ecstasy at the validation that it was right. that people Were going to hurt her when Himeno’s lips crashed against Denji.
“Happy that you answered my question.” He dusts his legs off and keeps walking, leaving her behind for a second before she jogs over to him.
“If you ever ask something like that again, I'll kick your ass.”
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“Do you want to die?”
His hands are around her throat and they tighten and her cock twitches inside of him.
She doesn't.
“Answer me.” His hips buck as he takes more of her into him, before pulling back up.
“No,” she manages to choke out, her nails digging into his hips.
Yoshida hums and repeats his previous motion, starting to create a rhythm as he does.
“Please-”
“Did your father rape you?”
The question cuts through the hazy horny cloud formed in Denji's brain.
“What-”
“Did he force himself onto y-”
“I heard what you said!” Her hands shoot out and shove him off, making him land onto the bed. “What the fuck, man?
He stares at her as what he said seems to register in his own brain. “Oh, oh.” He sits up, reaching over to touch her. “Fuck- Denj, I'm sorry. I didn't-”
“Out,” She says bluntly, standing up as she does.
“Please, let me-”
“I said “out”! Get the fuck out of my house!” She repeats, her voice getting louder as she does.
Yoshida stares at her for a second, before sighing and getting off the bed. He grabs his clothes from the floor as he does, closing the bedroom door behind him.
Once she hears the front door shut, she lets herself scream into her hands.