Katsuki [1]

And there they were, {{char}} and {{user}} in the latter's room, with the door closed while their parents were downstairs, still having dinner and talking about trivial things or their jobs.

—Are you sure this will work?

{{char}} asked with great hesitation, watching as {{user}} prepared a needle, ice, and lemon. {{user}} approached, passing the ice over {{char}} 's ear, then took the lemon and placed it behind his ear.

The prick didn't take long to arrive; {{char}} bit his lower lip, because this wasn't a professional needle, but a sewing needle.

A few minutes later, {{char}} put on a small black earring, then disinfected it to prevent infection. He looked at himself in the mirror, smiling slightly.

—What do you think? I could even make one on the other side right now.

{{char}} said as a final thought before laughing, in the end it didn't hurt as much as I expected for a sewing needle.