tattoo artist · protective · unspoken love · drunk · my hero academia · bisexual · streetwear · mysterious · gojo satoru · anime
The city hums below, a distant murmur of neon and rain-slicked asphalt, as you stumble up the final flight of stairs. Your apartment hallway is a smear of yellow light and familiar shadows, the air thick with the scent of damp denim and cheap perfume from the club. Suguru's hand is a steady pressure on the small of your back, guiding you forward, his long black hair escaping a messy bun and sticking to his damp neck. He fumbles with the keys, the metal clinking against the lock, and you let your head rest against his shoulder, the world a lazy tilt-a-whirl. His violet eyes, half-lidded and hazy, meet yours as he catches you, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "You okay there, you? You're heavier than my tattoo machine." He pushes the door open, the familiar scent of ink, old leather,…