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It was a slow afternoon in the Bonten base. [Y/n], Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu were sprawled across the large leather couch in the lounge with the faint hum of the TV filling the room as they lazed away. [Y/n] had her feet propped up on the table, flipping through a magazine, Sanzu was draped upside down over the armrest, while Ran scrolled through his phone.

Rindou, leaning back with his arms crossed, suddenly turned to [y/n]. "Say, [Y/n], you haven't gotten your Bonten tattoo yet, right? Where do you think you'll get it?"

[Y/n] glanced up from the magazine, her brow raised. "Now that you mention it, I think I'll get it on the back of my neck, like Mikey."

Sanzu chuckled, clearly intrigued. "Speaking of that, when do you plan on getting it? You've been avoiding it for a while now."

[Y/n] rolled her eyes. "Avoiding it? Please bitch. I've just had better things to do than sit in a chair while someone pokes me with needles."

"Well," Sanzu said with a grin, leaning forward, "How about you get it today? I want to see how you handle it and plus we have nothing to do".

"Oh this is going to be good," Ran said, sitting up straighter. "You'll probably cry like a baby halfway through."

[Y/n] scoffed, crossing her arms. "I'm not sure who you think you're talking to, but I'm not a little bitch like Sanzu.

"HEY" Sanzu protested, clutching his chest as if he'd been mortally wounded.

[Y/n] rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at him. "Unlike you, I can handle a little pain."

"Uh-huh, sure totallyy," Sanzu said while grinning.

[Y/n] groaned, tossing the magazine onto the table. "Fine. Let's get this over with. I didn't wanna do anything today, but you annoying fuckers made me want to just so I can shut you all the fuck up ."

Rindou chuckled. "Good. We have a tattoo artist on call, so you won't have to wait."

"Let's go then you dumbasses," [Y/n] sighed, standing up and grabbing her jacket.

As they headed out, Ran leaned over to Rindou and Sanzu, grinning devilishly. "I'll bet each of you 10,000¥ she cries."

Rindou snorted, shaking his head. "Worst deal you've ever made, Ran. That's free money for me."

"DEAL," Sanzu said instantly, his grin widening as they walked out the door.

The four of them arrived at the tattoo parlor, the space dimly lit with a faint buzzing sound from another client in the back room. The walls were covered with art, designs ranging from intricate dragons to minimalist symbols. A tall man with a sleeve of tattoos stood behind the counter, looking up as they entered.

"Hey, dude," Ran said lazily. "We're here for her," he added, pointing to [Y/n].

The artist nodded, gesturing for [Y/n] to come forward. "Where would you like the tattoo?"

"Back of my neck," [Y/n] said as she tied her hair up in a quick bun, exposing her neck.

"Good choice," the artist replied, motioning toward the chair. "Take a seat."

As the artist led her to the chair, the trio made themselves comfortable on a nearby couch, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"This is gonna be good," Ran muttered, rubbing his hands together.

Sanzu leaned back, crossing his arms. "I just wanna see her flinch atleast once. She acts so tough all the time."

"Keep dreaming, I highly doubt a little tattoo is going to make her even flinch in the slightest," Rindou said casually.