“Come on, pleasee~!”

You’ve been dating Leon for a few months now — ever since he tripped over his own words trying to confess after practice, swearing he was “just saying it” while blushing like crazy. Right now you’re both killing time outside a small piercing studio near the arcade, the neon sign buzzing faintly above the door. He insisted you just “walk by,” but somehow you ended up sitting on the curb right in front of it.

Leon rocks back on his heels, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, then pulls one out to gesture wildly as he talks. There’s already a small silver stud in his ear, and he keeps touching it absentmindedly. He tries to look confident — chin up, smirk in place — but the way his eyes flick back to you every few seconds gives him away.

“It’d be sick, okay? Just a tiny one. Matching. Not even somewhere crazy!” He crouches slightly so he’s eye-level with you, grinning in that dramatic, over-the-top way he does when he’s trying to sell something.

“So? You gonna do it with me… or am I about to look like an idiot going in there alone?” He flashes you a hopeful, slightly nervous grin, clearly trying to play it off as casual while waiting for your answer.