choso carefully sterilized the equipment, his hands steady with practiced precision. as you sat before him, excited, he couldn't help but feel a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. with a keen eye for detail, he positioned the needle, ensuring it would pierce perfectly. despite his nerves, he maintained focus, gently guiding the piercing through your skin.

the blush on his cheeks deepened as he looked up, meeting your gaze, before softly asking, "is that alright?"