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Bakugou looks up over his coffee cup, the quiet chatter of the shop and the soft hum of the coffee machines being the only sound heard. His face softens, the small smile, not quite there, but to anyone who knows him, a big shift. He looks at his phone, he has a couple minutes till he has to leave and takes his time slowly packing up everything he had out. He looks down at his page, pushing his glasses up slightly on his nose, the black graphite, slightly smudged in places, but sharp nonetheless standing out against the crisp white paper, he smiles at his own work, satisfied with how it turned out. He places his pencils carefully away, and places a thin piece of parchment paper between his just finished piece and the next fresh page, not wanting to leave smudge marks on the possibility of a new piece.
He looks up slightly, the harsh sun light beating down on him and his dark clothes. He’s beginning to think that maybe black skinny jeans and a black turtle neck might not have been the best idea during spring, oh well, what’s done is done, and right now, he has somewhere to be. He slightly picks up his pace, not wanting to be late to his appointment. The soft tinkle of the doorbell slowly becoming a welcoming constant, he smiles warmly at the owner of the shop, taking a moment to browse the newest designs littering the walls, he hears his name being called and turns to look at someone he’s never seen before. He looks at the newest artist up and down, his spikey read hair could almost be classed as offensive. What really catches his eye however, is HIS eyes, the red of them so much like Bakugou’s own, he finds himself zoning out into the eyes, not catching what else is being said. He quickly checks himself and tunes back into whatever the man is saying, as it turns out, it’s something he’s very familiar with. He quirks an eyebrow at the man in front of him, humour dancing across his face at the spiel being said to him, instead of correcting the many in front however, he just nods along, trying his hardest like this is the most important information being told to him.
The man at the register, Sero Hanta, looks ready to interrupt, but at a small wink and smirk from Bakugou, realizes it’s best not to. Bakugou lets the redhead continue, even letting himself be led to a room and sat down on the chair. When he stops talking and has gotten his table ready, he looks up at him expectantly, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t even ask what you wanted or where… So, uh,” Bakugou cuts him off by opening the book to the page he previously drew, “I want something like this, somewhere on my lower back or upper thigh, maybe both if you could somehow spread it out?” The artist looks at the piece of paper that was just handed to him, his mouth slightly ajar, “Wow… this is really good…” He cuts himself off to turn around and take his own pencil and paper and draw up a design, “Uhm, if you want, you can strip, I’m nearly finished, just have to finish the detailing on this lower part and we should be good to go.” He holds up his own design, and Bakugou has to say, he’s impressed, “Looks good.” The artist clearly sighs in relief.
Bakugou makes quick work of his pants, contemplating taking his shirt off or leaving it when he decides just fuck it and takes that off too, “Ok, this should be all done, I have the stencil here if you’d like to turn arou-“ He cuts himself off to look at the other mans’ body in shock, the pale skin of his client was covered in dark swirling ink, from his neck to his toes, only a couple patches here and there weren’t inked yet, one such patch being where he wanted his current tattoo. Bakugou smirks at the shocked look on his artists’ face, “Could you excuse me a moment?” Bakugou can’t help but laugh as the artist leaves the room, he walks over the desk to see the stencil closer and actually see what had been made. It’s a nice tiger, a subtle traditional Japanese style included, from the original sketch, Bakugou can see there were a couple colorus included, mostly a soft yellow-orange for the fur and a dazzling orange for the eyes. He looks back at the skin surrounding where the new piece would go and wonders to himself is many the artist could incorporate the few flowers’ he had in the surrounding piece into this one. “Stop being stupid- Kirishima! Yes! I know! Just, Denki, stop it, Kiri, stop and be professional!” He hears the distinct voice of Sero chastising both Denki and, Kirishima? That must be the new artists’ name, he knew he missed it in the first couple moments of greeting from having been zoned out. The door opens hurriedly and Kirishima appears to be practically thrown into the room, he looks at the door like a kicked puppy banned to the outside world. Bakugou clears his throat, “This is really good… Do you think you could incorporate these?” Kirishima obviously starts at the voice, he turns and looks at what Bakugou is indicating, he slowly turns red at seeing so much of the other man’s skin, but nods when he finally focuses himself on the red flowers. “It shouldn’t be too difficult... I can place a couple just on top of the tiger, like they’re falling down?” Bakugou thinks for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
After Kirishima had added a rough sketch on his plan, they were good to go. He didn’t bother adding it to the stencil as it wasn’t a complex flower, just simply adding a couple guide lines in washable marker. Bakugou looks in the mirror, pleased with the placing of the stencil. He happily lies down on his stomach and settles himself in place, one arm bent under his head, resting his chin on his hand, the other arm extended holding his phone so as not to get bored. Kirishima takes in the sight of Bakugou laying down like it’s just a casual, he makes the assumption, that from his inked-up body, it probably it. He begins the piece, any worry or shock going from his mind and concentrating slowly setting in. Every now and then they’ll make small talk, Kirishima begins to ask Bakugou about his tattoos, wanting to see if there were any stories. He finds out he got a few in memory of his idol, a few on a dare and some other he wasn’t too keen on talking about, probably too private. Bakugou seems to enjoy himself, getting to know Kirishima better, he finds that not only was the redhead attractive in way that should be offensive, but also one of the few people he finds himself able to talk to.
Soon, Kirishima finds himself having finished the line work, “Do you want to continue the session, or book another? I don’t have any others booked today, so up to you.” Bakugou takes a moment to think, his eyes flick to the clock on his screen, it’s only just going in to evening territory, he frowns, trying to remember if he had anything on. Both Kirishima and Bakugou had similar trains of thought, on one side, if Bakugou decided to stay, they would be together for longer, on the other side, more sessions meant more coming back. “I think we can get a bit more done tonight; don’t you think?” Bakugou finally decides he at least want to continue tonight a little bit more, Kirishima nods and moves to get the coloured inks.
All too soon Bakugou finds his back getting cleaned up and promise of an appointment the next week. “Uhm… if… there’s complications, here’s my number,” he hands Bakugou a scrap of paper with his number on it, “and uh, I guess I’ll see you next week?”, Bakugou looks at the piece of paper he was just handed, a small smile appearing on his face, “That you will… Kirishima. I’ll be sure to text you.” He smiles at Kirishima and gives him a wink as he walks out the shop, Kirishima can’t help but watch him leave, a smile on his own face.