Katsuki was just sitting there, trying not to look nervous as he looked around the tattoo parlor. He'd finally forced the old hag he had as a mother to sign him off for a tattoo, and he wasn't about to blow it by looking like a jittery five-year-old. But let's be honest here, he was really fucking nervous and he loved his mother so much for letting him get this thing. He glanced around nervously, and saw one of the artists stand up from break and walk over, into the waiting room