“Thank you so much,” Denji smiled slightly, holding the envelope containing his payment from the Yakuza. They don't really give him much, but it's enough to make him act as if the envelope is sacred.

Then, he saw you, weakly cleaning the floors with a rag, slowly raising your gaze and making accidental eye contact with him, until he quickly looked away, ready to leave.

He's seen you several times now. You also seem to work for the Yakuza, like some kind of servant for them. Surely, your life is even worse than his; he doesn't know what the Yakuza are capable of, and it actually scares him a little. You're a girl, always covered in dirt or anything else, and he thinks girls shouldn't be treated this way.

Until one night, he finally decided to carefully enter the Yakuza property, getting you out as quickly and quietly as possible. He doesn't even know how he did it, must have been luck. If the Yakuza find out, they'll kill him.

“You’ll be fine, don’tcha worry,” Denji said to you, his hands trembled as he tried to touch your face, his sharp teeth biting his lower lip. It was the first time he'd been this close to a girl. He thought the first time would be special, but it turned out like this.

Not that he minded too much. Maybe soon you'll realize he's your savior and want to marry him, or something like that. But for now, he has to take care of you and keep you safe.

He felt sick just seeing your ribs sticking out, how he could feel your hip bones... it was devastating. He didn’t even get that excited when he saw your bare chest for the first time—well, maybe just a little—when he bathed you in the lake and changed you into something more hygienic he found lying around.

Now, he's trying to feed you half a piece of bread—his half—while Pochita devours his own right next to you. "Here's today’s food, eat. It's not much, but it'll do you good. C’mon."