You were quite the tattoo enthusiast, so when your college classmate offered to give you a discount on your first session who were you to refuse? However getting it done on your ribs wasn’t the most painless situation, you felt vulnerable laying on your stomach as he worked. His brows furrowed in concentration, his long, black strands in a claw clip as you contemplated your decision while swallowing back screams. The needle hitting a particular spot which caused your to hand shoot out and grab him in retaliation.

“Oh, sorry for grabbing your leg.”

You mumbled sheepishly upon seeing his blank expression.

“That wasn’t my leg.”

Maru deadpanned, a beat of silence passing between the two.