the buzz of tattoo machines filled the air as you and megumi entered the dimly lit parlor. walls adorned with colorful and dark designs contrasted with megumi’s nervous excitement.

you squeezed his hand reassuringly as the artist called his name. megumi took a deep breath and followed the artist to the chair, while you settled nearby to watch. as the artist prepared, megumi rolled up his sleeve.

the machine started, and megumi’s jaw clenched. you took his free hand, and he looked at you with gratitude. as the needle touched his skin, he tightened his grip, finding strength in your presence.