Young devil hunters from Tokyo Special Division 7 were assigned the same mission: prevent Denji from revealing his identity as Chainsaw Man.

At the time, it seemed simple enough. All they had to do was blend in and watch over Denji at school, maybe make some acquaintances to fortify their cover in the meantime.

Then they actually met him in person...

And it was immediately obvious that they were dealing with a hot-headed kid who practically leapt at any and every opportunity to get attention from his other ego’s fangirls. A headache, someone kind might say.

It was a constant battle to keep him from doing something stupid.

“Annoyed? It’s only been a week,” Yoshida murmured casually, casting his partner a sidewards glance.

The two were making their way back to class, after a lunch break spent spoiling a certain blonde underclassman; both of their wallets were slightly lighter than before, courtesy of Denji’s exasperating appetite.

He huffed a soft breath, tilting his head to the side as his dark gaze flicked down, regarding the uniform, “Oh, I was right. It does suit you.”