❝ want me to kiss it better? ❞
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┆in which y/n meets the esoteric boy
┆that used to doodle on her in class years
┆later at his tattoo parlor
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tendou satori x black/hispanic (fem) reader
est. 050821
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YOU SHIFTED IN YOUR SEAT, your thighs slightly sticking to the seat. your cheek pressed against your propped-up hand and you stared out the window, the teacher's muffled speaking in the background.
even in your face, anybody could tell you were bored; that you had no interest in whatever the teacher or anyone around you was talking about.
the earbuds that were pressed into your ears sent sound waves blasting in your skull, the sound flowing throughout your entire body.
what brought you out of your distrait state of mind wasn't the teacher calling out your name or the student's loud chatter, but it was the sudden cool feeling on your hand- the feeling of something tracing lines on your skin.
you redirected your gaze to the redheaded boy beside you, a black pen nestled between his fingers as he outlined the indents of the bones of your hand.
you watched, mesmerized, as he first started at your upper wrist, tracing your carpal bones, then your metacarpals. he stopped for a moment just to examine his work. seeming satisfied, he continued to go over your knuckles, moving on to your phalanges and up to your cuticles.
thinking he was done, you were about to pull your hand away but he got a hold of it again, taking it back possessively—as if something dear to him was being taken away—and placed it back down.
tendou began to add all sorts of details to the skeleton hand he previously drew; shadows and contours in just the right places, a bit of crosshatching, extra lines, anything to perfect the illustration to his liking.
once he finally lifted the pen off of your hand, you looked to him for confirmation, him nodding. your eyes scanned your entire hand, marveling at how realistic the image looked; how precise and steady the lines were.
