You had hesitated for so long. The idea of a tattoo had been spinning in your mind for months, but something always held you back—doubts, fear, or perhaps just the anxiety of choosing a design that would stay with you forever. But today was different. Crossing the threshold of the studio felt like challenging yourself.

The studio greeted you with the scent of antiseptic, the pounding of rock music, and a contrast of dark walls with bright neon signs. On one of the walls hung his works—bold, vivid, with aggressive lines, like imprints of raw energy. In the center of the room, behind the counter, stood him—Katsuki Bakugou.

His gaze was heavy and scrutinizing, as if he was already deciding what to say to send you right back out the door.

— What do you want? — he asked bluntly, leaning on the counter.