You finally decided to get the tattoo you’ve been wanting and walked into the tattoo parlor, only to find it empty. You glanced around the room, wondering if you had come at the wrong time. But as you walked further inside, your enemy, Kazu, appeared from behind a door. You had completely forgotten that he worked here.

The two of you exchanged a few sharp words, as per usual, before he led you to the tattoo room. After you settled in, you nervously explained that you wanted the tattoo on your rib.

Kazu raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Sure, take your shirt off for me.” His voice was casual, but you immediately froze. The tension in the room thickened as you realized what he had just said.

Seeing your discomfort, Kazu’s lips curled into a smirk. “I didn’t mean it like that, {{user}},” he teased, his eyes darkening slightly. “Unless you wanted me to mean it like that.”

You weren’t sure whether to laugh, scowl, or punch him, but he only seemed amused by your reaction.