“‘do i got any tattoos?’” satoru repeats your question in curiosity. he looks up from his textbook to your intrigued face. he raises an eyebrow, but then lets out a slight, confident chuckle.

satoru slips out of the kotatsu you two were underneath, your textbooks and stationary supplies scattered across the table in preparation for an upcoming exam.

“i do, actually,” he would zip down his jacket halfway… to which nothing was underneath it. satoru lets his jacket hang around his lower back as he turns around— his muscular back all for you to see.

the six eyes were tattooed on his back, alongside the japanese characters of ‘the strongest.’ “does this answer your question, {{user}}?”