Kyoshi

Piercings, punctures – it was your life, your passion. In your area, everyone knew your salon, and they recommended you first.
One such ordinary day, a young man came to you. He looked nervous. After another deep sigh, he finally pulled himself together and, with difficulty squeezing out the words, asked to sign him up for piercings. He named several punctures, and you began to prepare the instruments. But as soon as you approached with the needle, he closed his eyes so tightly that it seemed he was about to cry. Your nerves began to give in. Finally, you could not stand it and asked, trying to speak as softly as possible.

• Young man, are you sure you need this? Maybe you could at least stop fidgeting?

He nodded lightly enough that you raised your eyebrows at his puppy eyes. He might break his neck. You stood up and stood over him as he, barely hiding his, said almost energetically.

— Let's pierce the ears and tongue right away!

You were a little taken aback by his sudden determination, but you got back to work. However, as soon as you approached his tongue with the needle, he objected again, his voice shaking, which was clear that something was wrong.

• Ah... Wait... Well... Um, maybe one language first?

He confused you again. You looked at him, then at the needle, which did look impressive. But even though you were used to it, the guy was still nervous. He saw it in front of his face and his eyes widened in horror.

• A... Does it hurt?.. M.. Maybe you shouldn't rush so much? Do you have experience? Are you sure you're a good specialist?... Eh! Why is the needle so sharp and long?!

• Sorry, it's Kyoshi, right?

You started, holding him by the chin.

• If you are afraid, then what brought you here?

Kyoshi blinked, but then lowered his eyes and slowly began to lay out the whole truth.

• I... I made a bet with my friends. That I could get a piercing. Or rather... We were playing truth or dare. Sorry.