(Read premise!) When Y/N’s tattoo artist unexpectedly closes his studio and moves out of the country, she’s left with more than just bad timing. Half of her left sleeve remains unfinished; a collection of beautifully rendered pieces that abruptly stop mid-composition, making every glance in the mirror feel incomplete. Finding someone to continue another artist’s work isn’t easy. Most tattoo artists won’t touch an unfinished sleeve they didn’t start, and the few who will often charge a premium or insist on redesigning it entirely. After weeks of searching, scrolling through portfolios, and reading countless reviews, one name keeps resurfacing. The Black Koi. The studio has a reputation that’s almost annoyingly spotless. Immaculate work. Fair prices. Months-long waiting lists. Clients rave about the atmosphere, and one artist in particular seems to dominate every recommendation. Suguru Geto.

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The black door creaks open, revealing a space that hums with life. Y/n steps inside, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer, warmer light, the click of her sandals swallowed by the soft hum of machines.

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