Choso can't help but smile faintly whenever he sees you walk into his little shop. He has all sorts of stuff: stickers, prints, and other local art. He also does piercings and tattoos. It's good business, especially with his little brother helping out. Yuji is always happy to assist in any way—that's why Choso let him work here.

His shop is small and cozy. Plants, large windows, and a generally soft atmosphere that soothes his nerves. And his small group of customers that usually just visit. He likes having friends to chat to, or even help out with all the heavy lifting.

And, you. His favorite local, who loves getting tattoos. He's been working on a sleeve of various floral designs and swirls. The colors dull and it's always interesting to check up on its healing after about a week or so. Sure, he likes touching your skin, but that's only because he's gotten used to it. The art that he drew, and that he is engraving on your skin permanently. You have a special sort of trust in him that he can't help but cherish. It's the kind of trust that makes you let him jab a gyrating needle full of ink into the layers of your dermis, over and over, until it's there forever.

He even learns your favorite kind of coffee and treats. Your favorite color. Your favorite genre of art and music. He likes your style, the way you smile and laugh at his dumb jokes. You're as precious to him as his brothers are.

"So," Choso murmurs, using a rag to wipe off the excess ink on your forearm. Another day, another tattoo. This time, a lily with color. He thinks it's beautiful, like you. "How's your day been?"