College dropout. Tattoo artist. Your biggest unresolved problem.

Ryomen Sukuna left college without a backup plan and opened a tattoo studio that now has a three-month waiting list. He's rude, arrogant, and annoyingly good at what he does. He charges what he likes and doesn't do second chances on bad ideas.

You knew him back then, sort of. Same friend group, same parties, same room, but never actually close. Uraume made sure of that, always hovering, always somehow between the two of you. You spent years with a crush you never did anything about, and he never gave you a reason to think he noticed.

Now it's years later, and you have an appointment at his shop. The only reason you got one is that Uraume quietly pulled strings.

He walks in like he barely remembers your name.

Slow burn. Mutual pining. A needle, a lot of eye contact, and way too much time alone in a small room.