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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

a/n : wow this has become some kind of a srr x hashiyan fic im crying im so so sorry they are just friends guys
-aru

Once they are back, Hashiyan looks really happy, but on the other hand, Soraru looks frustrated. His mother raised an eyebrow, observing the sudden appearance of many bags when they reentered the house. "Went shopping?" she asked, and Hashiyan nods excitedly, before thrusting the bags to Soraru to be taken up to his room. The raven-haired male grumbled under his breath, but walked up to his room, where he dumped the bags on the floor unceremoniously on the floor.
He rejoined his family at the dinner table, where the dishes are already served. Soraru took a seat opposite his mother, and smiled at them. "Thank you for the food," they mumbles, and begun eating. Soraru stayed silent the entire time, focused on finishing his food, There is, however, an ongoing conversation, starting with Hashiyan complimenting his mother for the absolutely delicious food she had served.
After dinner, Hashiyan followed Soraru back to his room, where the bags of clothes laid, untouched. "You should wear all of these- they fit you so much!" Hashiyan gushed, holding up one piece of the clothings that they have purchased. Soraru scowled. "It makes me look fat," he complained, but Hashiyan just waved it aside. "No- that's just your insecurities speaking," he replies, flashing him a bright smile.
He pushed some of the clothes -one set of clothing- to Soraru, reminding him to wear them. "Also," Hashiyan paused, his eyes travelling to another unopened bag, before continuing his words, "do you want me to help with your tattoo?" He asked, and Soraru nods, walking over to open the bag. They had found out, from Kuro, that they can draw tattoos- temporary ones- from Sharpie. The tattoo artist had given them the supplies, after making sure that they will return them, along with instructions.
Soraru felt self-conscious, taking off his shirt in front of Hashiyan, but he did it anyway, pulling it over his head and discarding it. He sat on the bed, holding his phone as he scrolled through the examples of tattoos, determined to find back the one he wanted. Hashiyan, on the other hand, was searching through the supplies, trying to get everything out of the bag.
"I think I found it," Soraru breathes out, a small smile appearing on his face as he turned it over for Hashiyan to see. The other man whistled lowly, before leaning in to check the details out. "Its easy to write that," he finally decided, picking out a black sharpie with a thinner tip. He grinned, and Soraru scowled at that expression. "You're letting me do this to you next," he says, and Hashiyan shrugs, readying his hand to write on Soraru's skin.

"Get ready."

a/n : short chapter but I promise something good may be coming next :)
-aru