Tattoos { TattooArtist!Yamaguchi x Tsukishima} TWO-SHOT

Mistake?

How Tsukishima, how the salt master got dragged into such a idiotic situation was absolutely baffiling to him. In all honesty he just wants to be under a kotatsu table with a good book and hot chocolate. That was not happening any time soon.

"Tsukishima, get that sour look of your face!" Tanaka practically barked at him, the bald male getting right up in his face. Tsukishima's face only became more sour as he wiped a speck of spit off his cheek.

"Please, the weather forecast said clear skies. Not a shower." He spat to the older male, which had only grinded Tanaka gears even more. If Daichi was not there then Tsukishima would've been paste of the road.

"Lemme at 'im Daichi!" Tanaka would rage like a caged animal. The tall blonde salt shaker would just stare blankly before clicking his tongue. Kageyama was in the background being quiet as he just stared at the scene.

"Shall we just get to the club...? Ahaha-" Daichi laughed in a pathetic attempt of cheering the mood up. He kinda regretted ever bringing the tall salt bean with him. At last, they had managed to calm the raging bald male down and began their trek to the bar.

Kei let out a sigh and tugged his scarf over his nose. The air was bitter and it hurt the tip of his nose. He swore icicles where forming on the end of his nose. The megane almost let out a sigh of relief when he saw the blaring neon lights of a club.

Once upon entering, everything goes blank for the blonde. He could hardly decipher anything that he could see. He remembers drinking an impressive amount of alcohol; recieving a lap dance from an unknown woman-of course it was unwilling, Tsukishima did not appreciate women in that light.

"Hey we should all get tattos of people we love!" Tanaka screeched over the music into everyones ears. With out thinking of the pros and cons of the siutation. All of them got up and vacated the premises to the nearest tattoo shop.

"Mhm~ Mm~ Hmm~" Was a soft tune coming from Yamaguchi's lips as he sat at the counter of his tattoo paler. His black leaher boots sat on his counter as he aimlessly flicked through a magazine. His hair was tied in a loose, small pony tail which showed off his many fashionable piercings on his ear.

"Do-do-dooo-dodo- Oh?" Yamaguchi looked up form his reading material when he heard the store bell ring from atop of his door. He never got customers this late. His eyes slanted slightly when the waft of alcohol flooded his nose canals.

'Great, drunkards..' He thought to himself. Though he had to admit one of them did catch his attention but Yamaguchi didn't believe in 'love at first sight' bullshit.

"How can I help you?" He asked, taking his feet of the counter and peering up at Daichi. Daichi grinned slightly. The smell of the intoxicating drink wanted to make Yamaguchi vomit on the spot.

"I want a nice tattoo of the word, Suga on my bicep-"

"I want one with Kiyoko on my right pec."

"..."

Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow at this male. He was fairly tall with black straight hair and steel blue eyes. Yamaguchi was genuinely shaking in his boots.

"What do you want..?" He asked, feeling very intimidated by him. In truth, Kageyama was very nervous. He was scared about getting Hinata's name tatto'd on his collar bone.

"The king is scared!" Tsukishima burst out laughing once the blonde male got that one sweet glance of fear in his eyes. Kageyama quickly denied him of that assumption.

"Well, you get a tattoo of someone's name!" Kageyama slurred back in an attempt of a failed insult which Tanaka had snorted at in the back ground. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and huffed.

"I don't have anyone's name in mind to get it on my body!" Tsukishima's center of gravity was all over the place, no matter how har he tried to keep himself up.

"Then I dare you to get his name," Kageyama pointed over to Yamaguchi who jumped in surprise.

"Tattoo'd on your wirst!" Kageyama grinned. Tsukishim not being in the right mind agreed which had surprised Yamaguchi but hell; he ws getting money out of this why not? After about a goof 4 hours of the annoying sound of the buzz that the needle created. Yamaguchi had finally did the tattoo.

He had never been so exhausted in his life, they were such a rambuntcious lot that he was very, very tempted to give them a boot out of his palor. He sat behind the counter, his feet ppropped up again and the same magazine in hand, he listened to them all leave--or so he thought they all left. A dark shadow loomed over him and swallowed his whole form.

"Oi.." A hand slammed down on his desk, causing him to tense and squeak out of surprise. His eyes met with ones behind frames. He then took in how close his face actually was and it made his frackled cheeks heat up.

"Call me." He gave him a soft kiss on the nose before exiting the shop. Yamaguchi, the poor tattoo artist was left stunned and in a daze. Humming softly he looked on his counter and saw a white ppiece of paper with a phone number labelled 'Tsukishima Kei' on it.

Yamaguchi smiled.

The next morning was one of hell. The blonde megane woke up with a terrible hangover and stinking of alcohol. The only good thing was that he was not in some one elses bed. He groaned softly befre rubbing his eyes, he flinched when he felt a slight throbbing pain on his wrist.

"What?" He looked down, seeing something wrote in fancy black inck; forever staining his skin was 'Yamaguchi Tadashi~'

Tsukishima's face slowly dropped in recognition of what was on his wrist.

"HAAAAAA?" He yelled and began to furiously wipe his tumb on the ink, hissing when it hurt. He bit his lip and sighed.

"I have...someone's name; that I even don't know. Tattoo's on me." He said back to himself.

"That's the last time I go out."