Haikyuu! x Reader

18. n. y - tattoo (AU!FLUFF!×FEM!)

TATTOOARTIST!AU!

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My mind was surely made up. I was quivering in anticipation on the seat that I was sat in. It wasn't my usual scene, anyone entering the tattoo shop would assume I was simply waiting for a friend. That wasn't the case. I was waiting to get tattooed. It was something to commemorate the fact that I had finally made it, got the grades, and finally had my first big paycheck. And what better way to do that than to get tattooed?

I was going to get a large bouquet of roses going down the side of my body(or any other pattern you prefer). I fiddled with my fingers, a habit of mine when I was nervous. I had booked into an expensive, yet very well-known tattoo shop. I chose no preference to who inked me, as they were all considered to be talented professionals. The shop was filled with beautiful men, I felt so out of place. At the counter sat a slim, beautiful, silver haired, tattooed man, with piercings littering his ears, and he also supported a lip ring.

Coming in and out to talk to him frequently was a man with short dark hair, a strong face and even stronger build, and supported full tattooed sleeves through a sleeveless hoodie, and wore a gentle smile on his face. There was also a skinny bald man, who jumped around frequently and spoke loudly, who had not many tattoos that were visible. Actually, none at all. The only visible thing about him was a piercing through his eyebrow.

There were a few chairs littering the open room, and a few characters were hunched over people in the seats. There was a largely built man with a manbun with a few tattoos on his arms and piercings in his ear, in another was a tall, slim, black-haired man with tattoos sprawling up his neck, and another was a small, orange-haired man with a tattoo on only his calf, who both were bickering loudly with each other rather than concentrating on their clients.

I sat watching them amusedly. Across from me sat a tall, blonde-haired man who seemed to be dozing off despite the loud music blasting through his headphones. Next to him sat a tall freckled man with long, dark green/brown hair tied back into a messy ponytail. "L/N F/N?" The beautiful man called from behind the counter. "Y-yes?" I answered. As I stuttered, I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smirk form on his pierced lips, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

Maybe it was just my nerves playing up on me. "You can make your way to room 10." He pointed over to a door at the far end of the room. I shot up from my seat and walked stiffly to the door. "Hey." He said, catching my attention. I looked over to the counter, where he sat, smiling gently at me. "Just relax." He said, politely. I nodded and attempted a smile. I made my way over to the door, and took in a big breath before turning the handle.

There was a man with his back towards me. He had spiky, dark brown hair, tattoos climbing up his neck, full sleeves, and tattoos going down his legs. He had a broad figure and my heart jumped into my throat when he turned to face me. He had mischievous deep brown eyes, strong facial features, a sharp jaw, and and unusual blonde streak going through his hair. He was very attractive. He smirked suddenly. I must have been staring. Shit.

Heat made it's way up to my cheeks. "Y/L/N Y/F/N right? First time getting inked?" I nodded, not trusting my voice, and trying to avoid his goddamn attractive smirk. "It's not that bad, trust me." I looked at him, raising one of my eyebrows skeptically, not really believing him. He lightly chuckled at my expression, and gestured to the chair in front of him. "Take a seat." He said. I walked over to the seat shakily, and he put on his gloves.

He sat on the other seat in front of me, and looked at a picture, most likely the one that I sent over. "W-what's your name?" I asked, apprehensively. He glanced back at me then turned back, and grinned slightly. "Nishinoya Yuu." He looked at me. "Okay, and where do you want this, again?" "Across my side." I said, pointing from the side of my breast to my mid-thigh, where I wanted it. A glint flashed through his eyes, but disappeared quickly.

"Okay. It might take a while, and it will sting. It's a pretty big one." I internally sighed. "I can handle it." I said, confidently. He looked at me surprisedly, but quickly covered it up with a charming grin. He then handed me two foil-like circles, and I looked up at him in confusion. A slight blush was dusted across his cheeks. "Y-you're going to have to put these on...since I'm going to be tattooing near your, uh, chest."

Oh. It was a pair of pasties(nipple-covers lmao). He pointed at some dressing curtains and I disappeared behind them, respectively putting them on. I then walked out and he handed me a disposable, blue robe that you would see in hospitals(idk i made it up okay). He turned around and visiting gulped, his eyes trailing down my profile to my mostly revealed legs then back up. He coughed. "T-take a seat."

I lay down on my side and he turned on the needle/tattoo gun. I took deep breaths, calming my racing heartbeat. "You might feel a bit of a sting." I felt the needle come in contact with my skin, and I could feel its cold metal rip through my skin. It was a slight sting at the beginning, but became bearable after a while. The music one the radio was blasting some tedious, popular pop songs and time seemed to fly by.

I almost even forgot I was being tattooed. I didn't want to look down at it until it was completely finished. "And...done!" He said, and there was the final sound of the needle being switched off. He wiped it, cleansed it, and the rest and gestured to the side of the room, opposite the chair. There was a large body-sized mirror. I turned to the side and my breath hitched.

Sprawled across my side was a beautiful bunch of dark and light red roses, accented with green leaves. The bouquet had no pattern or looked as if it were in any sort of order, but the very the messiness of the sizes and colors was the beauty of it. I was too busy staring at my tattoo in awe to realise that the artist who had done it had made his way over to me and stood behind me, watching me quietly. "Do...do you like it?" He asked, quietly.

I quickly spun around and blushed, realising he had witnessed me so caught off guard. I looked at the ground and nodded. "I love it." I looked up at him. "Thank you." I said, while looking at him sincerely. He looked away and scratched the back of his head, and a slight tinge of pink dusted his cheeks. "I-it was nothing." I looked back down. I got changed and collected my things, and made my way to the door before he stopped me.

"Hey, uh, I might need your number." My eyes lightly widened and I blushed even harder at his bold comment. He realised what he said and his eyes widened. "No, no, no, I meant for health and to ask questions about the tattoo-" I chuckled, smiled and nodded my head. "I don't mind." We exchanged numbers and I left, thanking him once again. I had a feeling that wasn't the last time I would be seeing Nishinoya.

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