doodles, s. tendou

21 - tatted

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AT THE SOUND OF the final click of the tattoo pen, you let out a breath you hadn't even known you were holding. you felt your chest deflate and the buzzing feeling that reverberated through your body stopped abruptly.

"done," tendou breathed out at the same time you did, setting down the the pen. "i'm just gonna wipe it clean and then i'll let you see it." when your perked up shoulders plunged back down and you rolled your eyes, he laughed. "thought it was completely over?"

"i was hoping," you said, sounding disappointed. "don't get me wrong, though, it definitely didn't take as long as i thought it would."

"really? well it might feel that way for the tattoee, but not for the tattooer."

grinning, you gave him an skeptical look, "okay, i don't think either of those are words, but i think being with you just made it all breeze by."

he shrugged, "well, sorry to break it to you, but there's still a whole procedure that involves taking pictures and wrapping and bandaging the tattoo. you're gonna be stuck with me for just a while longer," tendou grinned back up at you.

"taking pictures for your portfolio?" you asked.

"yeah, i obviously have to add this piece to it. man, the other artists are gonna be pissed when all the customers start asking for me to tattoo them," he nearly began cheering excitedly.

"well, you're pretty damn good at your job, so i can't blame them," you laughed. tendou only smiled, too immersed into cleaning the tattoo to do anything else. "speaking of your portfolio, i recognized a lot of the tattoos i saw on there."

"ah," tendou said after a while. when he threw the cleaning wipes away and finally looked at you, his cheeks were tinted pink. "i kept a lot—well, all—of the drawings i did on you in a sketchbook back then. you wouldn't believe how many people want bad quality doodles permanently inked onto their skin forever," he explained. "its the thrill, i guess."

while he was talking, you couldn't help but stare at him. at the deep red of his hair that nearly matched the color of his face right now; at his heavy lidded eyes and his eye bags that looked like they were made just for him; at his lips, glossy from his tongue darting out to wet them all the time.

his eyes glossed over your expression, all slack-jawed and dreamy-eyed. "...what?" he asked, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck.

you blinked out of your trance, "oh, uh... i just think you're really—that was really cute. keeping the drawings, i mean."

"i couldn't not redraw them. after you showed so much appreciation for my drawings, i wanted to have them as a memory of you, even if i couldn't have you myself," he slipped off his gloves.

you were quiet for a moment, mulling over his words. then you laughed as a pleasant memory washed over your mind.

"you know, i had this friend—well, we're still friends—but her name was hirai, and... one day, you drew your name on my fingers and put a heart at the end." tendou watched you smile at the memory as if just thinking about it was stupid, but nostalgic nonetheless. "and hirai, she was so set on this idea that you had a crush on me because of this simple little heart that you drew on my hand. she was all like 'oh my god, he likes you!!' and would not budge when i told her that was being crazy—"

tendou stood up and you were interrupted by the feeling of his warm hand sliding under your hair. he rested his hand on your neck, leaned down, and kissed your lips, soft and slow. he could feel your heartbeat quicken with the way your chests pressed together and he could taste the fruity flavor of your gloss. your lips moved smoothly together and when he stopped kissing you, you were at the same time breathless and speechless.

he pulled you in at your waist and let his mouth brush against your ear, whispering, "i definitely had a crush on you."

you looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and your lips parted. "how come you never told me?" you asked.

tendou shrugged, "well, believe it or not, teenage tendou was pretty insecure. wasn't very good at taking initiative."

"oh, that's fucking rich," you threw your head back and laughed, thinking of all the times he was bold or blatantly condescending to just about anyone he came in contact with. tendou continued to hold you close and he couldn't help but crack a smile.

"it's the truth!" he advocated. "i didn't want to ruin our friendship if you ended up not feeling the same way, so i just never said anything."

"yeah? well how do you feel about me now? 'you still crushing?" you asked teasingly.

"what does it look like, lady?" tendou threw his arms up, snorting. "when i saw you again, it was like all my feelings just started flooding back to me. even without knowing whether or not you were still the same yn i knew."

you looked at him and smiled, looking back down when he didn't break your gaze. you felt your face heat up with the question that came to your mind next. "and what do you think? am i still the same yn?"

tendou grinned, "you're even better."

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inspired by :: anime; book
—haikyuu; get a life, chloe brown

est. 2021
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