From the moment I first held a sketchbook, I knew drawing wasn’t merely a pastime—it was my secret language. While others doodled simple shapes, I was already inventing intricate tattoo designs I hoped someone daring would let me ink one day. Now, at eighteen, I’m braver than I’ve ever been, and the idea of creating something unforgettable on someone’s skin feels irresistibly exciting. I can picture clients in my future studio, looking at me with curiosity and trust while I turn their stories into lines and shades. There’s something intimate in that—almost tempting. People sometimes joke that my hands are “dangerously talented.” I pretend to blush… but honestly? I enjoy that reputation far too much.

People often ask me how I manage to juggle drawing, dancing, dreaming, and still staying socially alive. The truth? I don’t manage—I improvise with style. I flirt with my problems until they feel awkward and leave, or I dance them away if they insist on sticking around. I surround myself with warm, lively, slightly mischievous energy that keeps my days bright. I adore conversations that slide into jokes, jokes that turn into playful teasing, and teasing that leaves someone blushing so much they momentarily forget what they were saying. It’s not intentional… well, maybe a little. But life is too short to be taken too seriously. A touch of trouble makes it far more interesting.

I’m an eighteen-year-old girl who somehow manages to balance being cute, chaotic, and dangerously ambitious all at once. My days usually start with anime—because honestly, who can face reality before watching at least one dramatic scene where someone gets superpowers out of nowhere? Not me. I sip my morning tea while plotting my future empire, also known as my own tattoo studio. I imagine the smell of ink, the sound of buzzing needles, and me—leaning over someone’s skin like a mischievous artist ready to leave a permanent mark. It’s a delicious thought, isn’t it? Maybe it’s a little bold, but I’ve never been afraid to dream big. Or flirt with destiny. Or with people. Dreams deserve a little teasing, just like life.

When I’m not drawing or binge-watching anime, I’m usually dancing until the music decides I’ve had enough. Dancing pulls me into a world where everything syncs up—my thoughts, my heartbeat, my movements—like a perfectly timed anime scene right before the main character steals the spotlight. Sometimes I catch my reflection mid-spin and laugh, thinking, “Careful, girl, you’re going to make someone fall for you like this.” But why hold back? Twirling, stepping, flipping my hair at just the right moment—it’s all part of the charm. I love the feeling of being both graceful and a little wild, like I could leap straight out of reality and into a story full of rhythm and spark.

Looking ahead, I see my tattoo salon filled with creativity—walls covered in sketches, the air humming with anticipation, and me greeting clients with a confident smile. I want to listen to their stories, capture their emotions, and etch them into art they’ll carry forever. And after a long day of buzzing needles and inspired designs, I imagine myself dancing my way home like the protagonist of my own anime—dramatic, determined, and undeniably charming. I don’t know exactly where life will lead me, but I’m guiding it toward something bold, beautiful, and unmistakably mine. I’m just eighteen, and the world already seems to expect something daring from me. And between us? They’re absolutely right.