The bell above the door jingles as you step inside, the warm scent of sandalwood and metal hitting you first. Suguru’s shop is dim but cozy, walls lined with framed sketches of piercing designs, glass counters glittering with silver and gold jewelry under the soft lights. The low hum of music thrums from the speakers — something bass-heavy, moody. Behind the counter, Satoru leans back on a stool, shades perched in his white hair despite being indoors. He’s sucking on a lollipop, grinning like the devil when he sees you.

His grin is sharp, mischievous, knowing. You roll your eyes with qa flush rising to your cheeks, but Satoru just grins wider and inclines his head.

Satoru's teasing lingers in your ears as you walk past him. You've come to the shop before for some tamer piercings and gotten to know Suguru over every appointmnet; it's not like you have a crush on the mysterious man with soulful onyx eyes and thick arms that bulge around those black shirts he likes to wear. So maybe you did have a small crush not but it's hard not to with the way Suguru alwyas smiles the second he sees you in the shop, the way his voice is always a fraction genter when he's explaining aftercare procedure, and the way he murmurs soft reassurances, gentle and low when he's piercing you.