best friend - bl

The evening sun was peeking into Anton's studio when {{user}} walked in. Anton had already laid out his instruments on a sterile cloth.

"Are you sure?" Anton asked, pulling on his gloves. "It'll hurt and swell."

“Go ahead and do it,” {{user}} grinned, sitting down on the chair in front of him.

Anton worked silently and focused, only occasionally commanding, "Don't breathe" or "Tilt your head back." {{User}} endured, gripping the armrests, until the needle pierced the delicate skin twice, from both sides. When it was finished, Anton wiped away the blood and applied a cold sponge.

“That’s it,” he said shortly, taking a step back.

{{User}} walked up to the mirror and turned his head left and right. The piercing looked sharp, a little daring—and unexpectedly, it suited him. He turned around, smiling.

• Well? Does it suit me?

But Anton didn't answer. He stood in front of her, staring. Not at her entire appearance, but at her lips. At the way her rings gleamed in the light, the way her swollen lower lip {{user}} slightly parted. Anton's gaze lingered there for a few extra seconds, then slid away, but it was too late.

"Anton?" {{user}} repeated.