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'Cause I’m 18!:
Bakugou winced. He gritted his teeth. His fingers twitched. His toes wiggled inside of his shoes. A growl escaped his mouth.
“ Dammit,” he hissed under his breath.
Kirishima sat across from him. He held a black t-shirt in his arms, which had a skull printed on the front. The redhead placed a hand over the blonde’s, smiling.
“ You can do it, Bakugou,” he reassured. “ We’re all here for you!”
Kaminari, who stood by a swinging glass door, gave a thumbs-up. He had just gotten an ear-piercing on his right lobe. It was a small, golden hoop. Nothing flashy.
“ And if you can’t, then you owe all of us lunch,” the electric teen smugly teased.
“ Fuck you, Dunceface,” Bakugou snapped from the bench he was sitting on, eyes opened and glaring.
Jirou stood somewhere behind Bakugou. She leaned against a table with her arms crossed. The purple-haired teen decided to observe an ink-filled needle, which kept poking the explosive teen’s fair skin.
“ It looks really good,” she uttered. “ Is this the one you designed?”
“ The shop's selection didn’t impress me,” the explosive teen then sucked in a deep breath. “Ow...So, I decided to impress them.”
Ashido sat next to Kirishima, grinning. She texted on her phone. The pink alien glanced up at her friend.
“ I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this,” the acid shooting teen said. “ I thought you hated touching, and pain.”
“ Oh, I do,” Bakugou then gestured to a tall man with needles coming out of his fingers. “ In fact, I really want to throw this guy through a wall for jabbing me. But…This is something I’ve always wanted…It would also piss off the old hag and make my old man faint like a grandma.”
“ And after multiple sessions, we’re officially done,” the tattoo artist retracted his fingers then deposited the used needles into a nearby biohazard bin. “ I appreciate you for not throwing me through a wall, by the way.”
He went to go sanitize the area with a special cloth one last time. The group crowded around Bakugou’s backside, which displayed a very elaborate eastern dragon tattoo.
The tattoo contained various shades of red. It also had realistic-looking scales, straight down to the grooves. There was a very graphic and fiery explosion coming out of the dragon’s mouth, which also bared sharp, pointy fangs and a serpent-like tongue.
Surrounding the dragon was a shiny medieval shield with an Old-English-Style K in the center. The lighting was perfectly reflected, too. It added a 3-dimensional appearance to the entire design. And last, but not least, were the dragon’s eyes. They were a familiar shade of red, which stared straight into the souls of any gawkers, who dared to challenge it.
“ I…uh…need to go to the bathroom,” Kirishima shoved the t-shirt into Ashido's face. “ And not in a weird ‘I want to make love to you right now because that is so manly’ way!”
He took off toward the nearest restroom, blushing and sweating.
“ What was that about,” Kaminari raised an eyebrow.