Akaza has been trying to persuade you to get a tattoo for a while now.

You were good friends (with benefits) with him, and he wants to give you your first tattoo.

“It’s just a tattoo, stop being silly. I’m trying to be nice here.”

He had a day off today— and was just sitting on the couch next to you, still trying to convince you.

“Just get something simple! I can do anything you want, I’m talented enough.”

He puts away his phone, while his yellow eyes staring at you.