Chapter One

Author's Notes: da introduction...!!

Curses. Devils.

It didn't matter what people called them; what mattered was that they needed to be taken out. Jujutsu sorcerers and the Public Safety Community often butted heads about the best way to eradicate the danger of these otherworldly beings, but there were times when both parties needed to work together.

If unwillingly at first.

You were a simple person. Someone just trying to survive their shitty work week one day at a time. Things changed when a group of kids literally crashed into your workplace. Shitty, greasy fries and rubble and debris smacked into your face and nearly knocked you out. The screech of a devil-curse-whatever tore you out of your stupor as did the roar of a chainsaw. Great. You were gonna die here.

"Watch out, idiot!"

"Not my fault that you led it here!"

Your eyes fluttered closed as viscera splattered across your tired face.

"Oh shit! There's a person still here!" A rougher voice called out. "Take care of it!"

You huffed. It took them long enough to notice you trapped under what used to be the counter. Light filled your eyes as that weight was instantly lifted off your bruised body. A young man with two-toned hair and the warmest brown eyes you have ever seen smiled at you.

"Upsie daisy," he muttered as he scooped you up in his surprisingly strong arms. Before you could even think to thank him, he dashed out of the busted building in the time that it took you to blink. It literally took your breath away. Coughing and sputtering, you stared up at your possible saviour as he effortlessly flashed down the street until you were a couple of blocks away from the Burger King.

"You alright?" he asked, gently placing you on your feet. You wobbled a bit and flashed him a thumbs-up. He grinned. "Awesome. Get away if you c--Come on!"

You looked down the street to see the devil tumbling down. It howled in pain and rattled your eardrums. You stepped back as your eyes honed in on the screeching devil. Purple fluid gushed from its suddenly appearing wounds. Guts and whatever else splattered against the nearby buildings and cars.

Maniacal laughter spilled out onto the street as the devil seemed to be running away from whatever was torturing it. You would have felt sorry for it if you didn't know what these things were capable of.

"Stay safe."

The boy rushed towards the devil. He wound up a punch and, suddenly, black-red energy pulsed around the neighbourhood. You felt the hairs on your body stand up on their ends. It was like touching a balloon or the TV screen in the middle of the night when you should have been in bed as a kid.

Then the devil exploded.

A gasp tore itself from your throat as you stumbled backwards from the sheer force of the impact. You blinked as the two figures--whatever was attacking the curse before must have been that--started screaming at each other before devolving into a fist fight.

Swallowing, you ran towards them. "CUT IT OUT!"

The two boys--at least, you think one was a boy, it was kind of hard to tell with the literal chainsaw for a head--turned towards you.

"Why are you even fighting?! You beat that thing--"

"I'm not gonna get paid because of this guy!" The chainsaw man said. "Miss Makima's gonna be--"

"I wouldn't have had to if you just took it out easy!"

The two continued to cuss each other out before Chainsaw Head tackled the human boy. In a lapse of judgement, maybe from the possible brain injury, maybe from the rush of adrenaline still pumping through your veins... You ripped your uniform top off to reveal your bare breasts. The two boys stopped and stared at your naked flesh. The chainsaw man melted back into a human form, and you fought back a blush as you felt the heat of his gaze in his tired eyes bore into your soul. You swallowed as the two scrambled to stand up.

"I-if you stop fighting," you whispered. "You can touch 'em."

They nodded.

Greedy hands shot out towards your chest. Awkward, clumsy yet eager fingers groped and squeezed your breasts with the occasional tug on your nipples. The sudden plucking of the sensitive buds sent electricity pulsing through your body. You felt like you were on fire. Why were you doing this? God, right out in the open too... Whimpering, you left the two boys to drink their fill of your tits.

The two-toned-haired one bit his lip as he gently massaged your left breast while the blond openly ogled and roughly squeezed the right. Blondie licked his lips before diving forward and capturing your nipple between his lips. Sharp teeth scraped against your flesh and forced you to cry out in surprise. "H-hey!"

"This counts as touchin'," he muttered between sucks.

"If Denji's gonna do it, then I'm gonna..." Pinky whispered before leaning in to nibble on your nipple.

"You guys!!! S-stop..." You whined, not even believing in your shaky words. "Ah..."

Having your tits sucked in the middle of the gut-filled streets of Tokyo is what marked the beginning of your so-called relationship with Yuji Itadori and Denji who was known as the infamous 'Chainsaw Man'.