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Okay, he loved this town. Don’t get him wrong.
BUT THINGS WERE GETTING TO A POINT!!
First off, word quickly got around that he was a ‘very good’ artist.
Not because any of his friends went around talking and telling the town folk, it was because he decided to sit down at the park and sketch some cats.
Guess SOME, people saw him because next thing he knew his phone was blowing up asking for design request for certain shops.
Then before he was able to process anything he was in one of the outside shops painting the logo on the side while someone added lights over the top gaps, just so the alleyways didn’t seem so scary anymore.
Sakura probably zoned out because as he realized all of this he was staring at the spray can with a blank expression.
“Hah?” He muttered as he looked around.
Jeez sometimes he really got into his art but this was another level.
Suddenly a hand slammed his back just oozing with pride. “Good job kid! I knew it was a good idea waiting to get the wall painted! because a genius like you would come around!”
Sakura jumped but nodded, mumbling “no problem.”
Sakura didn’t mind, especially since people actually paid him for this type of work, well his.
Now he didn’t need to feel left out when his friends invited him places and then guilty when they paid for him.
He now had a source of income! Which was great.
To a degree…
His friends still paid for him, Kotoha still gave him free food, and the renter didn’t charge rent no matter how many times Sakura insisted.
He isn’t sure how to feel, he feels like he has taken advantage of the town and their kindness.
Forbid he tries to pay people because they name everything he did for the town and say it’s the least thing he could do.
Anyways enough about that, he had to get back to his apartment which he needed to finish painting the outside.
Okay maybe that’s why he doesn’t need to pay for rent anymore…
Still as Sakura walked back to his small apartment, which is now more nicer.
He still paid attention to the darkened streets, lights of stores turning off, people getting into there cars and driving away, the calming sound of wind chimes.
It brought peace to his mind and realized how much he doubted he would find a loving place like this.
Then his peace was ruined, suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs Sakura pulling him into a dark unpainted alleyway.
Sakura immediately loses his balance and falls onto the cold concrete, choking out a curse under his breath.
When he looks up he sees the one and only… f*ckass Endo.
Great!
(He was being sarcastic… He is learning!)
Endo leans against his motorcycle staring down at the bi colored boy with a smug smirk like a hunter who successfully capture its prey.
“The hell do you want?” Sakura said harshly as he stood up wiping his clothes off of dirt, noticing paint now staining it.
He rolled his eyes, though trying to shove the thought back in his mind to clean his jacket.
Endo glanced at the paint stains on the Sakura jacket and reached out to touch them.
Endo touched gently, his thumb grazing over the stains he studied for a minute before muttering. “Rubbing alcohol, or acetone would probably take this off.”
Sakura paused, he didn’t think about that. Most of the time he would just straight up boil his clothes then scrub them with all his might and repeat the process.
Sakura shook his head before jumping back and pointing a finger at the black haired teen.
“You didn’t even answer my damn question!” Sakura said angrily.
Endo let out a low chuckle before raising his hand like a criminal… well to Sakura he basically was one. “Chill Sakura, I heard there was an artist in this town and honestly I need some ideas for a new tattoo.”
Sakura paused, he was talking about him. He wasn’t doing it.
“No way.” Sakura said bluntly as he crossed his arms.
“Oh come on Sakuraaaa~” Endo dragged out Sakura's name as he spoke.
Endo then picked up a plastic bag from the pillion seat of his motorcycle and tossed it to Sakura for which he caught it.
Sakura opened the bag suspiciously and, damn. It was a munch of expensive sweets and snacks!
“WHAT THE—“ Sakura yelled before getting cut off.
“You owe me.” Endo shrugged his shoulders as if he was stating a fact.
Sakura blushed in embarrassment, this guy loves getting on his nerves.
Though deep down Sakura knew Endo wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted.
“Alright let’s head back to my place.” Sakura said exasperated.
Endo quickly beamed with a smug grin and quickly stepped in line with Sakura.
It was a short walk, honestly he was glad it was late because nobody saw them.
Sakura sighed as he took off his shoes and set the plastic bag of snacks down.
He did appreciate some good snacks, though he will be damned to say that out loud.
The bi colored boy let out a say and opened a drawer to get some pens and markers that easily leave a mark on the skin.
(Don’t ask him how he knows that.)
Just as he was about to ask Endo where the tattoo would be he saw Endo just shamelessly looking around his apartment.
He hates this guy so much.
Sakura then spoke up in a ‘I’m already over this bs’ tone “Where is the tattoo gonna be, I’ll leave a sketch so nothing is permanent.”
Ends glanced up from the tea set Suo gifted Sakura and glanced at him immediately grinning. “Lower back.”
Sakura wasn’t even given a second to breathe before the black hair teen began pulling up his shirt and a sharp yell came out of him.
So.
Genuinely how did he end up here.
Someone just say this is a dream.
Before the bi haired teen knew it Endo shirt was pulled up and was laying on his stomach, while he said on his knees with a pen and marker.
If the blush on his face didn’t say enough he wasn’t sure what did.
Though he had a more clearer view of Endo back tattoos and he loved the art.
The amount of detail in each of them, especially the sharp lines on them.
The dual colored teen was an artist but ink on the human skin? Genuinely impressed him.
He never seemed interested in something this new unless new fighting skills.
The next moment.
Now he was glaring.
How come his brain didn’t come up with designs like this!?
“Free style it.” Endo muttered.
Sakura didn’t reply, what could he say? The situation was awkward enough.
Though he did take in many things about Endo and the types of designs what would suit the black haired teen.
Before he knew it, the cap of the marker with a click was taken off and Sakura got to drawing.
Sakura brows furrowed together as the marker went over Endo skin.
The bi colored boy took this seriously, his creativity just pouring out.
For a while he didn't have the time to draw or paint anything for himself since he was helping people around the town with painting their walls or creating logos for them.
That suits their taste.
But now? He had free range, he could do something new and he craved this feeling, more then a fight.
And Endo?
He was loving it.
He had Sakura full attention, a gentle touch of his hands on his lower back ensuring the skin doesn’t stretch under the marker.
The cool ink staining his skin.
The touch of someone he truly did devote himself to not in a painful way, but almost in a careful gently like way.
He didn’t know how to feel.
Though the blush did creep up his neck.
It felt like hours passed, Sakura looked so focused on the tattoo idea that when he was done, Endo was basically half asleep.
This bastard.
“Oí!” Sakura said harshly.
Endo murmured something then turned to Sakura who was still on his knees over him.
“I finished already.” Sakura muttered.
Endo couldn't wait to see the tattoo, he immediately stood up and went to the Sakura bathroom and with his back facing the mirror, he took out his phone and took a picture.
He was excited to see it.
When Endo saw it he paused and froze.
Sakura immediately noticed it.
Damnit, the bi colored boy thought to himself. Maybe he got way to into the mood, what a idiot—
Suddenly he felt a hard slap on his back once again he could feel the pride.
“I love it! I’m gonna get it permanently tattooed as soon as possible!” Endo said with a beaming smile on his face.
Sakura felt the blush creeping up his neck; he immediately pushed Endo off feeling his stomach flip at the sound of someone praising his art.
He should have gotten used to it already but he hasn't, which did annoy him…
“Yeah whatever, just get out of here already.” Sakura muttered.
Days after that, Sakura hasn’t run into Endo since.
As much as he hates to admit he wanted an update on the tattoo.
He was actually really proud of the idea!
Though he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
Though one day Sakura was asleep at his desk. (He has been doing that since he refuses to stop painting at night and is comfortable enough to sleep around them.)
His friends were keeping their voices hushed letting their captain nap.
While Sakura shifted in his sleep his phone fell out of his pocket, clattering on the floor.
Nieri, who was writing in his tiny notebook organizing everything, immediately looked down.
The blonde boy smiled fondly at the small action and reached down to pick it up.
When Nieri picked it up the phone turned out which showed Sakura got a message.
Nieri didn’t mean to look! But Sakura's phone didn’t have a code and his thumb slipped over his screen.
It was from Endo, it was a picture of his lower back with a fresh tattoo with the following message.
“Got your drawing tatted~”
Nieto paused and his face turned red he immediately turned to Sakura.
Before Nieri knew it, his classmates saw his reactions and were quick to look for themselves.
They paused themselves.
“HUH!?” They yelled in union at the picture and message.