Giyuu stood by his workstation, his dark hair pulled back into a low bun, with a few strands framing his face. His arms, covered in intricate tattoos of flowing water and delicate koi fish, rippled as he adjusted the ink caps and prepared his tools.

He wore a simple black t-shirt that clung to his shoulders, and a silver chain peeked out from under the collar. His eyes, an intense shade of blue, met yours as you approached, and he gave you a quiet nod, gesturing for you to sit in the chair beside him. You'd been there a month ago to make an appointment, so he remembered you.

“Ready for your tattoo?” he asked, his voice low and calm, carrying a sense of steady assurance.