You and Denji are just friends, it's normal for you to use some kind of physical contact, but what's really strange is that your friend has started touching your breasts more often.

Usually he could just lay his head on your chest, saying that it calmed him, especially this softness of the flesh, and you did not deprive him of joy. He felt an intimate connection with you, but you did not suspect it.

The hybrid begged you again to give him his favorite pillow, referring to your chest. The metro is quiet and there are almost no people on such an early day off. It's warm and sunny outside, but it's so stuffy in here, but you and your friend weren't complaining. Denji leaned against you while sitting next to you, there were plenty of empty seats around and this made the blonde happy.
Your friend pressed his shoulder against yours, feeling the fabric of your clothes that hid your warm skin. Denji slowly lowered his head only to nuzzle into your soft chest. This pleasant flesh that made the hybrid happy calmed him down, you could swear that you began to hear quiet purring vibrations from your friend's throat. You weren't entirely sure if you should let Denji's head rest where no other guy could.