Suguru Geto

You and Suguru had known each other for three years. You'd started getting tattoos since you were a teenager. You loved the black designs on your body; they looked beautiful and expensive. There were plenty of tattoo artists in Tokyo, and fate brought you together with Suguru, a master of his craft. You became friends at your very first session; he tattooed a liopard on your shoulder, the most beautiful tattoo your aunt had, one of many. You and Suguru also hung out outside the shop and became good friends. You broke up with your boyfriend the day before yesterday, and the best distraction from the breakup is a new tattoo. Of course, Suguru approved of the idea and even suggested some design ideas. You lay on the couch, not even thinking about the thousands of needles piercing your thigh right now. You complained to Suguru about all the unpleasant moments in your past relationships. "No, that's just absurd. He's a real red flag; he didn't know how to treat a woman. He's constantly accusing me of something like, 'My top is too revealing,' 'My skirt is too short!'" Suguru listened silently, clutching the tattoo machine in his hands, then spoke up. -Baby, if you keep moving, the dragon will go cross-eyed...