"You want a hit?"
"Too many to count."
It's their last year of high school volleyball. Rintaro Suna always finds himself stressed. Until he remembered something... someone dear to him once said.
"Smoking can calm the mind, you know?"
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"Hey, Earth to Suna," a voice said, waving their hand in front of his face. Suna snapped out of his trance and looked at the person.
"My bad, were you saying something?" Suna asks, turning his phone off and putting it face down on the table.
"That tattoo you were starin' at looked cool. You plannin' on gettin' it or somethin'?"
"I don't know, Samu. I might, might not. I already have a whole sleeve plus my collarbone, so not sure if I need more."
"Come on, Sunarin! It'll look great! There's a tattoo artist around here that's amazing, you should go to him!" Suna was about to ask something but the person beat him to it. "Yes, he's licensed."
"Wow. Always reading my mind, aren't you, Atsu?" Suna smiled, ruffling Atsumu's hair. "But, how do you know he's good? You got a tattoo from him?"
"Yeah, he's got it behind his right ear goin' down his neck," Osamu answered, taking a bite of his onigiri.
"Really? Lemme see." Suna stood up and pushed Atsumu's head to the side and pulled his ear back.
"I could've showed ya so ya won't hafta break my neck."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up." He tried to read what Atsumu's tattoo said. His face scrunched up. "Sa... ranghae? The fuck does that mean?"
"It means 'I love you' in Korean. You idiot."
"Well, excuse me for not knowing Korean," Suna said sarcastically, letting go of Atsumu's ear and smacking him behind his head. "Does the artist have an Insta?"
"Think so. I think it's like jiji tats or somethin'," Osamu said, spitting pieces of rice on the table and getting a disgusted look from Suna and Atsumu.
"How do I spell it?" Suna asked, sitting back down and picking his phone up, going to Instagram.
"J-i-j-i.." Atsumu started, Suna humming to signal for the rest of the user, "then tats."
Suna clicked the profile and scrolled through the posts, seeing a lot of the artist's work. "Holy shit, this guy's a master. His designs are amazing."
"Told you so," the twins said in unison. Suna continued scrolling until he came across a picture the artist posted of himself.
"You didn't tell me this guy was hot, too," Suna said, zooming in on the picture. "And he even has piercings. God, I wanna marry him already." The twins snickered at his statement, earning a glare from Suna. "You need an appointment to get a tat?"
"Nah, he does walk-ins, too. Dependin' on how many people are in his shop," Atsumu said, leaning his arm on the kitchen island.
