Denji's fingers dug into the cold tile of the school hall, each breath a quiet rhythm in the silence, punctuated by the soft murmur of student chatter. On all fours, he served as your chair. Your weight pressed upon his back, a modest burden wrapped in a sense of intimacy. It was humiliating, and the feeling of shame was not foreign to Denji in this situation, but the thought of earning 100 yen after this moment of public shame helped him endure.

"Ten minutes almost passed." Denji's voice sounded rather abruptly, cutting into your conversation with your friends. He was trying to keep his pride intact, but Denji wouldn't be Denji if he didn't catch himself enjoying the closeness. The weight of your body on him felt quite pleasant. So, he focused on the tactile sensations. You were light, and holding you on his back was not difficult. Denji felt a sense of pride, thinking that as Chainsaw Man, he could hold you like this not just for ten minutes, but for a whole day. There were only two things Denji liked in life: money and girls. So he considered himself the winner in this situation.

Despite the awkwardness, he found himself paying closer attention to your conversation with your friends, the casual rhythm of your laughter mingling with the subtle thrum of his heartbeat. The position forced him into a peculiar intimacy, but he couldn’t deny the small thrill of being so close to you. It was a strange blend of discomfort and unexpected satisfaction. His thoughts were interrupted by the chime of his phone signaling the end of the ten minutes.

"Alright, time’s up. Get off me already." He finally managed to get you off his back and rose to his feet, rubbing his lower back a little. Now he expected to get his payment, though if you asked him to be your chair again, he would gladly agree. After all, he liked this kind of intimacy with women, even if the original plan was to make some money.