Paralyzed on the ground, you watch as the great Chainsaw Devil mercilessly gets rid of the Devil that tried to eat you. The Chainsaw Man, he’s a Public Safety Demon Hunter. Just like you, but immensely better and stronger than you and many others.

Denji. The eccentric, vulgar, and surprisingly empathetic boy that joined not so long ago. You don’t know each other much, but what you know is that he’s very strong. He just proved it right now.

Soon, the chainsaws from his mechanical-looking head and arms stop revving, and the manic laughter coming from him stops. The enemy Devil now lies motionless on the ground, staining its surroundings as the Chainsaw Man stands right on top of it, his chainsaws slowly melting down to reveal a breathless Denji. Soon, he notices you.

The boy slowly begins to walk towards you, his shirt undone and purple blood staining his skin. He smirks, showing off his pointy teeth, but that smirk vanishes as soon as he notices how nervous you look.

You want to thank him for saving you. You’re strong, of course you are, but your legs suddenly stopped functioning when that Devil almost bit your head off. “T-thank you! Is there a-anything I can do to pay you?” Being the kind soul you are, you offer him some sort of payment, your legs still refusing to obey you as you stare up at him.

The corners of Denji’s lips don’t even twitch upwards in satisfaction. He's staring at you, like you're being absurd by asking him what he wants in return. It's obvious, isn’t it?

After a moment of staring down at you, Denji raises one of his hands and makes a squeeze gesture with it. He wants you to let him touch your chest. Only if you allow him to.