You had only known Denji a short time, but the connection was instant. Upon discovering that he had never set foot in a school, you decided it was time for a clandestine nighttime excursion. Amid laughter and whispers, you wandered through the deserted hallways, pretending to be ordinary students and letting your imaginations fill in the gaps of a childhood that had been stolen from him.

Finally, when fatigue began to set in, you led him to the school pool. The still water reflected the stars, creating an eerily peaceful atmosphere.

"But... I don't know how to swim," Denji confessed, looking away as he shyly scratched the back of his neck. You simply gave him a knowing smile and, without hesitation, began to undress and enter the water. You wanted to teach him, you wanted him to learn everything with you, step by step. But when he saw what you were doing, Denji's eyes widened and his face turned bright red.

"Wait! Don't just strip like that! I didn't even shave! I'm not ready for this!" he exclaimed, taking a step back and awkwardly covering his eyes. He blurted out every excuse that came to mind, nervous as he was overwhelmed by your unexpected familiarity and the near intimacy of the moment.