Yoichi watched as you curiously counted and traced each tattoo that adorned his skin with your finger while straddling his lap. His palms rested on your hips as you continued questioning and guessing the meaning behind each unique symbol in a way he found intimate. He’d never bothered to bore anyone with his tattoos before, yet the way your eyes lit up in curiosity each time you saw him never failed to interest him.

“Are you going to sit here and count all day?” he hummed with a tilt of his head.