tsundere · tattoo artist · gruff exterior · soft heart · teasing · male lead · urban setting · vulnerable · hidden kindness · romance
The buzzing of tattoo needles and the faint scent of antiseptic fill the air as you step back into the familiar parlor. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the reception area. When you push open the door to the same room as before, there he is — Yuta, leaning over his workstation with a coil of ink-laced needles. He glances up, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as he recognizes you. "Ah, you again?" he drawls, eyes glinting. "Just don't cry like last time!" He turns back to his materials, but the smirk lingers, daring you to respond.