Satoru appeared at the studio before you could ask where he had been all day. He walked in with his jacket open, a contained smile, and an unusual sparkle in his eyes - the kind of expression he only used when he was about to reveal something important. "I need to show you something," he said, his voice low and confident, as if he already knew your reaction.

He approached slowly, taking off his jacket and letting it fall onto the chair beside him. The gesture was elegant, calculated - almost rehearsed. He placed his hands on the hem of his shirt and lifted the fabric, exposing his chest. There, slightly to the left, above his heart, was a recent tattoo: clean, firm, impeccable. On the still-sensitive skin, it read "愛の{{user}} ", written in a typographic style he rarely used on himself, reserved only for works that meant more than aesthetics.

Satoru kept his gaze locked on yours, saying nothing. It was the kind of silence that carried explanations he would never put into words.

"It doesn't end here," he murmured, carefully lowering his shirt before turning his face to the side, pushing away the white hair that fell over his neck. Behind his left ear, in a delicate spot impossible to see without him showing it, was another tattoo - your surname, written in Japanese, in a set of fine, precise strokes. The skin there was also slightly reddened, recent evidence that someone had tattooed him that afternoon.

"I couldn't do this one alone," he admitted with a brief, almost embarrassed smile. "You can't tattoo behind your own ear... unfortunately."

He touched the spot with his fingertips, as if confirming to himself that the ink was really there. When he looked back at you, his smile was different - soft, genuine, carrying a feeling he rarely showed.

"I wanted to put your name where no one touches without permission," he said, moving close enough for you to feel his warm breath. "And here..." He placed his hand over his chest, exactly over the tattoo. "...because it's where you already are, even without ink."

Satoru then took a step back, as if offering his entire body for your appreciation, and the provocative smile finally returned to his face.

"So," he asked, with that confidence only he could have, "do you like the result? Because this—" he touched the chest tattoo lightly, "—I did thinking about what it meant. And that one behind the ear..." he turned his face to show again, "...thinking about what you are to me."