He was rewarded with a vigorous albeit stiff nod. Todoroki could see that. Then again, Todoroki was the best of his parlour when it came to details and precision. It was less an office and more of a den. The walls were covered with past designs of all kinds, whether in monochrome colours or not, from steampunk to intricate tribal patterns. Among the art stood a framed certificate attesting Todoroki had participated in a contest a year ago and won first place. Todoroki hummed, liking how Midoriya was smart enough not to ask if it was going to hurt because of course it would.
Of course, it depends of your own pain threshold as well. Todoroki moved his desk in front of Midoriya then sterilised it. He nodded at Midoriya who put his left wrist on it with his palm upward and fingers splayed. The tattoo stencil was next, and Midoriya stared at the kanji that would soon be forever imprinted on his skin. If you agree that I talk. Are you ready?
Midoriya nodded. Todoroki began, eyebrows knitted in concentration. He had never tattooed kanji before, but drawing over the stencil made it easy. Many of his past customers also felt the need to ask this question. It requires minutia and patience on top of creativity.
He looked up to tears in his green eyes. Instantly, Todoroki removed his tool, cursing himself for not asking Midoriya if he was feeling fine. Midoriya let out a strained chuckle as Todoroki finished his tattoo. He removed the stencil gingerly, observing the artwork underneath. It was flawless.
If you can, avoid covering your wrist to let your tattoo breathe. Midoriya took the piece of paper Todoroki was handing to him and inspected it. He seemed disappointed as his eyes moved from right to left. Anyone can answer your questions. Wait a second. He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled his number on it, handing it to Midoriya. The latter received it as if he had been given an ancient and unique masterpiece. He was about to leave when Todoroki took his bandaged wrist in a porcelain grip.
He brought it closer and gave it a chaste kiss. Todoroki leaned down and captured his lips. When he pulled away, he wondered who had turned on the heat to such an unbearable temperature.
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