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Itoshi Sae

Sae never tells you he knows.

You only notice the way his gaze lingers when you stretch in the mornings. Or how, during movies, his hand slips under your shirt— thumb brushing over the tattoo like it's second nature.

He never comments. Never asks.

Until one morning, you wake to warm lips pressing softly against your back.

Sleepy, you mumble, "You like it that much?"

He wraps his arms around you from behind, voice low and close to your ear.

"It's hot."

Your brain short-circuits. Your face burns.

And Sae smiles into your neck— just a little— because he knew it would.

Isagi Yoichi

It happens when you stretch without thinking.

Isagi looks up— and freezes.

"Oh. Oh— wait." He blinks, staring. "You... you have a tattoo?"

You turn, catching him wide-eyed and flustered. His ears turn pink instantly. "I didn't know and it's— wow— it's really elegant."

Then the questions start. Did it hurt? Does it mean something? How long did it take? Can he touch it?When you finally say yes, he lights up like you've given him a gift.

"It's amazing," he says, fingers gentle. "You're amazing. I kinda want one now."

You laugh. He's already thinking too hard about it.

Bachira Meguru

It happens when you bend down to pick something up. Then-

"WOAH."

Before you can react, Bachira is crouched behind you, tugging your shirt up just enough to see properly.

"That's so cool!" he gasps. "It's prettier than you!"

You laugh and shove him away. "Hey!"

"I'm serious!" he insists, hugging you from behind. "I've never seen a tattoo this pretty."

He squeezes you tighter.

"Can you draw one on me too?"

When you tell him he needs a professional artist for that, he grins.

"Then you pick the design. Let's match."

Barou Shoei

It happens when he drags you to the gym.

You wear a sports bra.

Big mistake.

Barou absolutely refuses to look— until he does. And now he can't stop. The tattoo on your back feels like it's mocking him.

Why is it hot in here?

Why does your tattoo look like that?

"Take a picture," you tease, like he does when you stare at his abs.

"It's mediocre," he snaps, turning away.

Your eye twitches.

Later, someone in the gym compliments it. Barou's mood darkens instantly.

He drapes his jacket over your shoulders, scowling. "Cover it."

When you ask why, he mutters, flustered, "It's a king's mark on his queen."

He regrets saying it immediately.

Nagi Seishiro

It happens during a sleepover.

You wake up with Nagi's arm around you, fingers lazily tracing your back. His face is buried in your neck.

"Morning," he murmurs.

"You're touching my tattoo."

"Yeah. Saw it while you were sleeping," he says casually. "It's cool."

He pauses.

"Thought about getting one too. But that's a lot of effort."

You laugh softly. He presses a sleepy kiss to your shoulder.

His hand squeezes your waist.

"I'll just admire yours instead."

Then he falls asleep again.

Shidou Ryusei

Shidou whistles immediately when sees the tattoo.

He pulls you into his lap without hesitation, fingers immediately tracing your tattoo.

"That's insane," he says, grinning. "Sexy as hell."

From then on, he'll get obsessed with your tattoo and will do one himself to match yours. He loves it. He thinks it's hot as hell. He also kisses and licks it whenever he gets the chance, proudly saying it makes him him horny whenever he sees it.

Well, everything about you makes him horny, it's nothing new.

Mikage Reo

You mention it casually to him when he suggest you to wear a backless dress for an upcoming event.

"The dress might not work— my tattoo will show."

Reo stops dead. "Your what?"

Five minutes later, he's staring at your back like he's been personally betrayed.

"You had this and didn't tell me?" he gasps. "That's unfair."

He kisses it immediately, hands warm, eyes shining. "It's so pretty. How could you hide this?"

From that day on, your closet fills with backless dresses.

And later— Reo gets one too. Matching, of course.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser notices it immediately.

You're wearing a tank top and jeans, relaxed, unguarded and his gaze sharpens the second your back is visible. He doesn't say anything at first. Just looks.

Then he steps closer, fingers brushing the ink like he already understands it.

"So," he says smoothly, "you've endured pain to create beauty too."

You glance back at him, amused. "Is that your way of saying you like it?"

He smirks. "It's my way of saying it fits you perfectly. Queen behaviour."