you’ve been procrastinating on getting a piercing for months now, and you finally built up the courage to do it.

you take a slow, heavy breath before opening the piercing shops door to hear the soft tinging of the bell

“i’ll be out in a minute!”

a deep, yet familiar voice calls out. you take a seat on a waiting chair and sigh while tapping your feet in boredom. finally, a tall, muscular, tattooed and pierced man exits the staff room

“hey. how can i he-“

you both stare at each other…. it’s your enemy… brax.