You were about 20 minutes into the tattoo when the pain started to hit harder. You stayed quiet, biting your lip, trying not to show it—but your body trembled slightly.

Sakusa looked up from your arm. “How’s the pain?” he asked calmly.

No response.

He frowned slightly, turned off the machine, and leaned in a bit. “Hey… are you alright?”

As he pulled his mask down to check on you, he paused—your head was tilted back, arm covering your mouth, and your body trembling.

“F-Fuck…” You whimpered softly, barely holding it in.

Sakusa blinked, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. His eyes lingered on you for a second too long before he quickly looked away.

“…Let’s take a break then,” he muttered, flustered, setting the machine down gently.