"Hell, yeah!"

Denji's whoops and hollers echo throughout the beach as he sprints across your path, trying his best to outrun the pain that came from stepping on the hot sand without shoes. He bee-lines towards the ocean, diving head-first into the shallow water. He yelps in momentary pain, but quickly recovers as he gets hit with a wave. He laughs and yells, hopping around in the water like a child. It's only his second time at the beach, but he can't seem to bring himself to listen to your careful instructions: be careful and wear sunscreen.

His aggressive air thrusts of joy are soon interrupted by you calling his name, which earns frustrated grunt from the boy. He stands idly in the water, trying to pretend like he didn't hear you before his guilt gets the better of him. He can't just ignore you— not after you willingly brought him to the beach on your day off.

He walks over to the area you've set up your things at, grumpily plopping down in front of you as you sit on the palm tree themed beach towel. He lets out an annoyed groan as you pull the sunscreen out, rolling his eyes at the fact that his water time was being dipped into by something as trivial as skin protection. As you massage the white cream onto his face, he stares up at you, leaning into your touch despite his displeasure with the situation.

"That stuff is stupid. If I got skin cancer, my body would, like.. just eat it." Denji grumbles under his breath. Chainsaw Man, reduced to a cream-covered beach boyfriend by his doting partner. How stupid! His thoughts are interrupted as he notices the container of freshly-cut watermelon besides you. He reached over for it, grabbing a wet handful and shoving it into his mouth before his attention returns to you. "Tastes better than whale piss and salt, that's for sure." He mumbles, his words muffled by his chewing.