His Neon Goddess

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"Yuji! I swear to fuck if you stole my lunch again I'm going to rip your spinal chord out from your neck!"

I stomped over to his area, flinging back the curtain to see my half eaten container boxed up in the corner. Terushima was currently working on a chest piece on what most would consider a very... blessed brunette. He cut off the tattoo gun and looked up at me with a smirk. My eyes were focused now on the phoenix being permanently drawn between this girls massive-

"It's almost finished, what do you think?" My eyes flicked over to him, watching the way he dragged his tongue piercing along his lower lip as he examined his own work, satisfied with the smooth lines. The client was looking at me with red cheeks, her hands reaching up to cover herself. I clicked my tongue, feeling my own ring hit the back of my teeth.

"I think you need to stop STEALING MY FUCKING FOOD! Every day. Every damn day. I ask you if you want something. Everyday you tell me no. JUST TO STEAL MY SHIT WHENEVER YOU GET FUCKING HUNGRY." I took one more glance down at the unfinished art, and then turned around on my heel. "Fix the fucking coloring on the bottom you idiot or it's going to fade within the year." I flung the curtain back giving the girl her privacy back, listening to him apologize before flirting his way out of my little temper tantrum. Her giggle was enough confirmation that those two weren't just going to have a professional artist/client relationship. I walked out from the hallway in the back of the tattoo shop and plopped down dramatically on the couch in the piercing room. A certain blonde male glanced up from his phone as he sat in the client seat.

"Do you want my lunch?" His tone was bored. I fixed my eyes on his face. He had four piercings in each ear, his nose had a stud in it and he had a neck tattoo that was peaking through the collar of his black long sleeve shirt. It read Game Over in neon lettering. The sleeves were rolled up, his inkless arms on full display.

"Know what I really want?"

He rolled his eyes and stood up, jerking his thumb at the chair. I got up from my own seat and sat in his, watching as he went over to look through his supplies.

"Which one are we doing today?"

I was already pulling my jacket off, now standing to adjust the chair to a laying position.

"Back Dimples?"

"You'll do anything besides the ones you really want." He mumbled, grabbing the dermal studs and heading back to me. I laid down flat on my stomach and sighed. I was already wearing a white crop top, so my lower back was now on full display without the jacket.

"Shut up. I just don't want you to do it." I snapped, rolling my eyes as I buried my face in my inked arms that were resting above my head. Kenma was cleaning off my back, now in the process of dotting the dimples in my back muscles.

"If you don't want me to do it then go down to The Foxes Den, I'm sure their piercer would love to see your tits." His response was unenthusiastic, as always. I felt cool metal touch my skin as he placed a firm hand down, focusing on the spot where he would implant the dermal piercing.

"It's going to sting for a second." He hummed, his voice like a melody in the room. I was surprised anyone ever heard him over the lofi music wafting through the speakers out front.

"Really? The Miya's shop? You're going to bring them up?" I tried to look back, feeling a sharp sting to my skin but he pushed my head back down.

"Don't ruin my work." He wiped around the area and then proceeded to the next mark. "I picked out the diamonds, These are going to heal quickly. Just be sure to-"

"Kenma. I know how to take care of my body. I'm not a client."

He smirked, sticking the final dermal into my back, pleased that I hadn't moved this time. "Let me take a picture of them for the site. Your back muscles are actually perfect for these." He went over and grabbed his phone, positioning the angle before taking a couple of pictures. He scrolled through them boredly and then handed me the phone just as I had sat up. I only had one tattoo on my back and it was a spinal tattoo, 15 perfect circles each depicting a phase of the moon. I zoomed in on the picture, looking at the placing of the piercings, how it complimented the placing of my tattoo. "Also, this wasn't free. You're getting my lunch the rest of the week, client." He was back on his phone, walking out of the room with me into the front of the shop. This was my favorite place. Probably because it was mine. The whole interior was black based, very simple yet elegant and badass all at once, if not a little run down.