Holy crap I'm updating again?? It's 12am currently. I went outside for 5 hours today suffering. And I'm way too hyper.

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Katsuki needed to stop making bets with Kariage. For two main reasons;

1, Kariage always wins

2, The bet is always very extreme

Alas, here he was. Back in the musty old shop. Because he lost the bet, again and.. to do something that's definitely illegal. But it's fine..

Not really though.

Katsuki managed to stray away from all the questions and looks, avoiding answering a single thing about the piercings. Well, he did say 'Bitch you wanna go?' To everyone who looked at him wrong so.. did that count? Well, Katsuki wasn't going to count it.

The musty old shop stank of blood and metal. That was concerning, to say the least. He honestly didn't have any idea how the fuck Kariage even found this place. He didn't know, and he didn't want to find out, that's for sure.

"Where the hell—"

"Shshhshshshs," Kariage interrupted Katsuki, very rudely, "They'll be here soon."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Mr Black Lungs."

Kariage only gasped dramatically, clutching his chest before stomping over the very suspicious cigarette he had in his hand. Katsuki was concerned about his addiction, and this was his way of showing it. 

If you don't understand, fuck off.

Signing, he turned his attention to his phone. There was a rather dramatic (not as dramatic as Kariage, but dramatic) dragon image. Katsuki felt.. nervous. That was an understatement.

He was about to get a fucking tattoo on his back shoulder.

Hero training was brutal. Well, Aizawa's training was. Katsuki didn't know and didn't care about the other teachers' methods. So the pain shouldn't be horrible, compared to that. But it's not like he was nervous about the tattoo (lie), he was nervous about who was giving him the tattoo.

It better not be Fake Acccent - Aussie Rip-Off - bitch-ass guy. If it was, Katsuki swore to the heavens he would be out for blood.

The musty shop was crustier than blueberry head villain guy with the neck itching problem. Katsuki felt like he'd get a fucking infection from even stepping foot inside. Not the best feeling ever, he grimaced.

"Why is it even a dragon, and why's it so fucking big?" Katsuki begrudgingly asked, after five minutes of bottled up tension, on Katsuki's side.

"Ouch, I thought you knew me better than this!" Kariage, again, clutched his chest like dramatically gasping. "It's because of my quirk, duh. And you would look so much hotter with a bigass tattoo on your shoulder-back. Am I right?" He winked, "Eh? Eh?"

"I don't know how your still alive. Count your fucking days." He scowled, crossing his arms against his chest.

He did not look adorable. He refused to believe so.

Then the ancient door bell thing rang, signalling it's time to suffer. Katsuki looked up, only to see a person in a dinosaur costume. They had lilac hair and bangs that covered their eyes. They looked.. odd.

At least it wasn't the Aussie guy.

"Hello. Welcome. I see it's your turn, to feel the wrath of a hundred needles stabbing into your skin, tainting it with ink?"

...

What the actual hell was wrong with literally everyone who worked in that shop?

"Bitch, just do your job!" Katsuki huffed, ignoring the tint of red on his ears. He was not embarrassed to be here.

You're just seeing things.

"Hmm.. feisty. I see why Undercut likes you. Come along. Smokes are behind the closet, Undercut." They silently waved their hand and scurried off. They were surprisingly soundless, while they were wearing fucking heals. Seeing how Katsuki had Midnight as a teacher, he shouldn't be so surprised.

Also what the hell is with 'Undercut'? And damn it, they were feeding Kariage's addiction.

"Let's get this over with.." Katsuki muttered, taking his shirt off. At that moment, he realised that for training and more stupid shit, he'd have to take his shirt off. Which would reveal his soon-to-be tattoo. Which would lead to cops. And questioning.

Damn it all.

"I was sent the design by Undercut, so just lie down and breath. I doubt you will, but please avoid screaming my ear off. Also, call me Akemi, Aki for short."

"Totally. Heel-Bitch." He snarked, "Get on with it, will ya?"

"Of course." Was it him, or did they sound annoyed?

Hm. 1-0, it was.

"I'm injecting you with a drug. It shall make you not feel pain, I think. That or it makes you feel more pain. Is that okay?"

"WHAT THE FUCK—"

"Okay, thank you for your consent." Akemi smiled, stabbing Katsuki with some shit.

Maybe the score was tied.. 1-1.

Katsuki groaned as the felt a spike of pain. Blinking a few times, he realised that the probably illegal drug making him feel more pain. This is why you don't do drugs, kids.

Grimacing, Katsuki lay down on the very cold, and dirty, table. God, he better not get an infection or something because of this. The vague sound of buzzing was the 3 second warning Katsuki got before he felt the extreme pain of being stabbed with ink. 

He'd rather die than let out a pathetic whimper.. so he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Not the most orthodox method, Katsuki would say, but it's better than nothing.

Eventually, the pain and agony was reduced to numbing pain. Like.. squishing an ice-cube in your hand. It obviously still hurt though.

Katsuki was seriously regretting not winning the bet. Too bad if Kariage got a tattoo, he'd be fine because it'd be like his seventh tattoo.

Illegal shit sucks.

Half because it's illegal, and half because it's always so dirty and gross. Katsuki lost track of time, as the pain and stuff made it hard to focus on anything.

Akemi let out a sigh, before sitting back on their chair. "All done. Though if it were a legal tattoo, I would've suggested doing said tattoo in multiple sessions.. but it's done. Ask Undercut about protecting the tattoo and aftercare."

"Uh.. huh." Katsuki muttered, too lost in the damn pain and numbness of his shoulder and part of his neck. Apparently, the tattoo not only had to cover his back shoulder and more of his back, but it also had to creep up to his neck?

He was so screwed.

"Heel-Bitch, get Kariage in here." Katsuki managed to grit out. He was a.. prideful guy, but no way was he getting out of here alone. Slowly sitting up, he glared at Akemi; who was trying to hide their smile. Key word: trying. They were failing terribly.

They stood up and it felt like they rolled their eyes, but it was hard to tell with their bangs covering the upper half of their face. "Yes, of course, Angry Garfield." They scoffed, "UNDERCUT YOUR BOYFRIEND IS DYING!"

Katsuki would've snapped at them and ask how on earth that would make Kariage come, but not even 2 seconds later, Kariage burst into the room. Katsuki hated the stupid stereotypical warm feeling that crept up into his chest, again. He wasn't in some romance novel (wink wink).

"WH-" Kariage paused the second he saw Katsuki perfectly fine, "Oh." He went red, possibly from embarrassment. Katsuki desperately wanted to take a photo, but his body was screaming at him to just give up and die so.. yeah. "You look hot." Kariage smirked, after regaining his composure. 

Sad; Katsuki liked flustered Kariage.

"Shut up, Undercut." He mocked with a small grin.

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Haha, this took a while. Fun fact; Akemi is nonbinary, like me  ;) I know it's been like 2 days or something but I really wanted to write this, so here it is!! It's almost 11pm, the next day.

I hope you enjoyed!