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Geto Suguru (Smutt)
This was the only shop open right now, to do my tattoo that I had been wanting for ages but could never make my mind up for. I look up from my phone, noticing a single man just sitting in there from the see through windows.
It was 12:00am middle of the night and it's my 21st birthday. It was the beginning of summer a fresh start of the new season. I close my eyes and exhale a breath to the big decision I'm going to take that is permanent.
After a few drinks with my friends I decided to adventure out on my own to find a tattoo parlor that is open at midnight.
I take a step forward opening the glass door that jingles two bells to announce someone has entered the building. I look around noticing the different drawing references on the walls with many being gothic and dark.
I look at the large frame turned from me that has his hair partially pulled up and half down. He must be practicing on something because he's alone in here with a tattoo gun.
I hear the tattoo gun stop and I see him stand up his shoulders were broad and actually taller then he seemed when he was sitting down. He turns around after hearing the jingles of the door bells.
And there he was walking towards me, his eyes were the same shade of dark since high school, he seems more bulker then last time I saw him.
I should retreat and leave do this another time or another place.
"Y/n?" his voice has gotten low
My vision is clear, I know him and he knows me. During high school he was my sneak, by sneak I mean we would meet up some nights doing the unexplainable at such a young age.
My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest as he stares me down. He still makes me nervous and we both take in the moment.
"Suguru.." I say smiling softly trying to control my breathing
"It's nice to see you healthy." he walks around to the counter
Maybe I was wrong there's nothing to be nervous about maybe he just forgot those nights.
"It's nice to see you here." I say looking around
"Surprised?" he says amussingly
In high school he was a good drawer, I didn't think that would lead up to him being a tattoo artist.
