Yuki

(you are a girl)

Yuki, with his dark gray hair and warm amber eyes, talked about getting a tattoo all summer. You supported his dream because you adored his every impulse.

One night, in the sleepy silence, inspiration struck. You drew a sinuous, almost living pattern on a sheet of paper—an interweaving of lines reminiscent of either roots or wings. The drawing was beautiful and strange. You left it on the table and fell asleep.

In the morning, the leaf was gone. My heart sank—a strange premonition. And five hours later, a message arrived.

Photo. His biceps and part of his neck. On them, perfectly following the curves of his muscles, lived your nighttime drawing, transformed into a bold, even daring tattoo. The black lines looked incredible. And the caption:

"Check out the tattoo, I made it based on your design... maybe I should buy you something tasty? "You peer at the screen. It was your fleeting creation, and now it's forever part of his skin. Something achingly warm and anxious wove inside. He didn't just get a tattoo—he immortalized a part of you.

"your actions?"