Modified (Uta x Reader)

8: Body Modders Unite

You kept looking away from Uta, not ready to look him in the eyes after being embarrassed by your friend.

"You're nervous? About a date with me? Oh dear," He laughed and pushed the hair out of his face. "Well then, I'll admit that I didn't see that coming. But I'll also admit that I, too, am nervous. And that is why our alcoholic beverage was served first."

Your face visibly relaxed. It was a bit of a relief that this very handsome man also felt nervous, despite how smooth he was. You weren't used to a cool man like Uta. You were used to a playful, spirited man like Juuzou. But you thought you could give him an honest try.

"I like roses." You decided to open up the smallest amount to him. "Thank you."

"Well, that's a singular relief. I'm glad they don't make you sneeze uncontrollably." He laughed at his own joke, which prompted you to give just the smallest smile. Laughing was something that you were comfortable with. "Ahh, you like humor then? I'll certainly get more and more funny as we drink more and more."

You took a sip of the blood and looked at it in surprise. It was exceedingly tasty, if not a bit strong.

"Do you like it? I like it too." He leaned forward in his chair. "I really do want to get to know you. Do you have a lot of body mods?" Luckily for him, this was a hot topic of conversation for you. Feeling very comfortable with that line of questioning, you continued to sip on your drink as you answered.

"Yes."

"Liiiiike?"

"Tattoos."

"How many?"

"A lot."

"Piercings?"

"Eight dermals, tons of ears, nipples, navel, technically my lip."

"Oooo I like the sound of that. And you always have other people do them? I could give you some tattoos sometime. I even have a piercing gun."

"But are you good at it?"

A wicked smile flashed upon Uta's face.

"I think I am very good at it. A master inflict-er, so to say."

"Hmm." You gave him a curious look. Having received most of your tattoos from friends, and your piercings from your ex, Uta's offer didn't seem that out of place. "And you?"

"I could go on for ages about my mods."

You stayed quiet and sipped your drink as you looked into his dark eyes. You were ready to listen.

"Fine, fine, fine, if only to get you to stop talking so much." He mentioned seriously.

And that cracked you up. You ended up spitting your drink partially onto the table. You laughed even louder, and turned bright red out of both embarrassment and the inability to take in a breath. Uta's own laugh joined yours and he soaked up the sight of your genuine smile.

As you caught your breath, and wiped up the mess you had made and tried to put a good listening face on.

"I also have 'tons' of tattoos--"

"What does your neck say?" You asked suddenly, surprised at your own outburst.

"The wine must be working it's magic!" Uta laughed. "It means 'I can live neither with you, nor without you', the rest of the tattoos are mostly just designs I drew. Then, of course, my sclera are injected with black ink."

"Piercings?"

"Five in each ear. Eyebrow. Nipples. Dick."