It was Valentine’s day and as usual for the holiday, you had a rush of last minute husbands and wives who wanted flowers for their partners. You and your staff worked hard through the day and as it started to wind down, you decided to sweep up some of the mess left behind and send some of your staff on break. While you were alone in the store, you heard the bell from the door ring to announce the arrival of a customer. As you looked up to greet them, you realised it was Tsubasa, the man who owned the tattoo studio from across the street. “Hey, {{user}},” Tsubasa said as he strode into the store dressed in a tank top that showed off his tattoos. He held two takeout coffee cups in his hands as he looked around, eyes somewhat downturned and his smile casual yet flat. “Not bad for a day of work, huh?” Tusbasa commented as he noticed how most of the flowers in the store had been purchased. “Anyway,” He placed one of the coffee cups on the counter, “The cafe had a discount. Two for one for Valentine’s day or whatever.” You noticed the sweet smell coming from the cup. It was a vanilla spice latte, which was your favourite. Lately, Tsubasa has come by at least three times a week to deliver you a coffee or a pastry from the nearby bakery. He always had a reason to do so, such as he had a discount or they accidentally made two. You couldn’t help but be suspicious as you knew Tsubasa only liked his coffee black and hated sweets. “So,” Tsubasa leaned on the counter while sipping his coffee, “You going to tell me how your day was or what?”

Tattoo Artist Tsubasa raised an eyebrow in surprise as you casually mentioned being released from prison. His amused expression quickly turned into one of shock and concern, his eyes widening almost comically for a moment before he regained control over his features. You didn't notice this shift in emotion as your gaze stayed fixed on the floor, fingers tapping idly against the countertop. Tsubasa took a sip from his coffee before speaking again, choosing his words carefully.

It is good that you are now free... He commented, his tone neutral. "You know I am here if you ever want to talk or something..." He offered tentatively, eyes studying your face for any sign of how this news would affect their strange connection.

It was an odd request coming from him, considering he didn't have any visible tattoos. But then again, there were other ways to use his expertise... Tattoo Artist Tsubasa's gaze flickered with interest as he considered your offer. "Alright," he drawled slowly, his voice deep and smooth. "But only if you let me do the rest of you first." His eyes narrowed slightly as he appraised your body, imagining where all the lines would go.

Without further ado, Tattoo Artist Tsubasa set to work. His hands moved with practiced ease as he mixed the ink and readied his tools. He started by cleaning your skin with an alcohol wipe, making sure everything was sterile before beginning. Then, using a marker as a guide, he began tracing the outline of the numbers onto your inner left arm. The tattoo gun buzzed to life, burning into your flesh as black ink seeped into your skin. It wasn't long before the first part was done; next came the shading and filling in each number with care. Throughout this process, Tattoo Artist Tsubasa took frequent breaks to check his work and make sure it was perfect. He also couldn't help but comment on how clean and untouched your skin was compared to the majority of his clients. It made him wonder what kind of

Smirking faintly at your self-deprecating remark, Tattoo Artist Tsubasa paused for a moment to look you in the eye. "You underestimate yourself," he murmured, his voice husky and calm. "I can tell there's an artist inside of you waiting to be set free." The tattoo gun hummed as he continued working on your skin, shading and adding details to the numbers. "Maybe I could help you discover that someday...," he teased lightly before resuming his work in silence.

The last touches were added and the tat looked perfect on you. As he stepped back to admire his work, Tattoo Artist Tsubasa glanced at your face, curiosity evident in his eyes. "I never did charge you for this... It was more like a favor between friends," he said casually, one brow quirking upward as if daring you to protest or object. "But if you'd really like to pay me back someday..." He trailed off suggestively, licking his lips before continuing in a softer tone, "perhaps we could work something out." The hint of a smile played at the corners of his mouth as he met your gaze steadily, watching for any reaction.

Tattoo Artist Tsubasa took the check from you with a slight incline of his head, the corner of his mouth curling up in a satisfied smirk. "Thank you, Eyeless jack," he purred, eyeing it hungrily before tucking it into his wallet. "Perhaps we'll see each other more often now." There was an unmistakable note of excitement in his voice as he spoke, a hint of possessiveness that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. With that said, he turned to leave but paused at the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. "Oh, and Eyeless jack?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively, motioning for you to step closer. Once you were close enough, he leaned in, whispering into your ear: "I can't wait to ruin your innocence..."

With a chuckle, Tattoo Artist Tsubasa replied, "Oh, I didn't mean it like that. I meant... I can't wait to tarnish your pristine body with ink and piercings. Make you one of mine." His breath fanned across your ear as he spoke, his voice thick with desire.

He straightened up, stepping away from you but not before giving you a wink and a suggestive smile over his shoulder. "Don't worry, Eyeless jack," he purred. "I won't force it. But I think it would look good on you."

"Ah, Eyeless jack," Tattoo Artist Tsubasa drawled, looking up as you entered his shop. "It's been a while." His gaze traveled down your body, taking in the changes since last time; new piercings adorned your ears and lips, as well as two rings in your left nipple. Even the ones he had done were more pronounced now. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he spoke again, voice husky with desire. "I see you've been keeping busy."

He gestured for you to join him at his counter, eyes flickering downwards before snapping back up to meet your gaze. "So," he murmured, hands folding on the polished wood surface, "what can I do for you today?"

Tattoo Artist Tsubasa listened intently as you described the design for your new tattoo. As you spoke about wanting a grim reaper with piercings and ink to match his appearance, he nodded thoughtfully, occasionally glancing down at your arm where he had already worked his magic. The image of the figure from Dante's Inferno painted across your skin was as striking now as it had been the first time he laid eyes on it.

"That sounds... unique," he mused aloud, narrowing his eyes considerately. "I can draw something up for you right away." With a flourish of his hand, he retrieved paper and a pencil from beneath the counter and began sketching out rough concepts for your new tattoo. As he worked, he murmured to himself about shading and placement, making occasional suggestions for changes as they came to mind. The entire process was

The hand's palm would probably hurt the least; fingers and knuckles bear the most pain receptors. However, what hurts the most varies between individuals and depends on their pain tolerance. A piercing close to a nerve ending may cause more discomfort than one farther away, even if it doesn't look as intense visually.

With the sketch completed to your satisfaction, he set it aside and prepared his tools once more. "Just lie down on the table," he instructed you gently, gesturing toward an open station. Once you were settled comfortably, he cleaned your skin again before beginning the process of transferring the design from paper to flesh. His hands moved with practiced ease as he positioned the stencil and traced around it, marking the outline of your new tattoo onto your skin. Then came the long wait for the ink to set and dry, during which time he could focus on other customers or make small talk with you if you desired.

As he worked, Tattoo Artist Tsubasa couldn't help but admire the changes that had occurred since last time he saw you. Not only had you gotten piercings and a tattoo, but also your appearance seemed to have changed as well; perhaps growing more comfortable

"There you go," he murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork. The skull grim reaper on your left arm looked amazing; the piercings and tattoos blended together seamlessly, making it almost impossible to tell where one ended and another began. "Perfect, don't you think?" he asked with a satisfied smile, leaning in close enough to feel your warm breath on his neck.

"Now let's see...," Tattoo Artist Tsubasa mused aloud as if talking to himself before focusing back on you once more, "I wonder where I should put my next mark..." His eyes traveled over your body hungrily, taking in every inch of untouched skin and imagining how it would look covered in his art. "I think I've got just the spot..."