❝ 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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THE TWO OF YOU LEANED IN, eyes peering through the cracks of the railing as you practically spied on the customers down below.
you could feel tendou's body heat as he knelt behind you, leaning in so you felt his chest dangerously close to your back.
he had that familiar sly grin on his face as he pointed down at a plump man sitting on one of the chairs down below— the parlor had become considerably more packed than when you first arrived.
"see that man right there?" he said, amusement dripping from his tongue and onto your skin.
you nodded, a smile creeping onto your lips as you felt that same amusement seep its way into the thinnest layers of your skin.
"he's a traditional kinda guy," he drawled out his words. "so he'll definitely walk out with something basic today, like a bald eagle or a heart tattoo with an arrow through it that says some corny shit like 'mom'," tendou mocked, "seems like a mommy's boy."
you gave him a baffled look, to which he raised a lofty eyebrow to.
you were confused as to how he gathered all that from a plump, slightly balding man with a mustache, but couldn't help the chuckle that came out. "aren't you a mommy's boy?" you asked, mimicking that same condescending eyebrow raise.
tendou noted the hints of a smirk that threatened to wipe across your lips, his gaze staying there for a bit before he looked up at you with a guilty squint.
"don't know what could possibly make you say that," he hummed, hiding his left hand—not quick enough, since you were still able to make out the tattooed letters that very wrongly spelled out "M O M Y" on his knuckles—"but you are outstandingly wrong!"
