You were back at Choso's tattoo parlor once again.

You had come here for a few of your tattoos already, and while you liked his work, you also got along with him well.

But like everytime you got a tattoo, you were very, very bad at handling pain.

You were grunting and biting into one of your fingers as he tattooed your ribs, your eyes shut tight.

"Hey do you- do you need a break?" He asked, seemingly worried even though it wasn't the first time he'd seen you in such a state.