Pottery's Magic | Minchan • Banginho

Chan's POV

A clap of thunder throws me off my concentration and causes me to generate more pressure than necessary on my hands, so the ceramic figure I was creating has been destroyed.

With a sigh, I look at my watch and realize that it is already seven o'clock in the evening. The time has flown by. I'm about to pack up the entire workshop when a person enters.

That profile, those delicate and slender hands... I would recognize them even from 500 meters away. A smile forms on my face and I'm ready to greet the person in a friendly manner.

"Nice shower you've had." He's soaking wet. My chance has come.

"I thought I would make it home, but luck is not on my side today. Sorry, I'm making a puddle." The boy scratches his head, a gesture that makes me feel tender. It's my time to act.

"Don't worry about it. Wait, I'll get you some towels and a change of clothes. I can't let you stand there all soaked and catch a cold." Without giving him time to tell me it's not necessary, I turn around on my feet.

Good thing I always had a couple of spare outfits in case I had accidents with the materials and stained myself. I look at the clothes I've taken out of the locker and think to myself, should I lend him a pair of boxer shorts too? Maybe it looks weird... But there's no point in giving him a dry change of clothes if he's still going to be uncomfortable. Besides, it's an unopened, street market package. I'm sure he'll appreciate it, even if it's weird at first glance.

"Here are the things. I don't know how well the clothes will fit you." I hold it out to him, but he doesn't take it. I realize he's looking at my arms. Point for me.

After showing him where he can change, I watch as he hurries away. He's so cute, I can't. When I first saw him, his aura of tranquility and harmony with nature completely caught my attention.

I had finished running my daily kilometers and, as usual, ended up at the park for a leisurely stroll and to say hello to my furry friends. Normally I didn't move around the park much. However, from a distance, I saw an older lady who looked like she needed help crossing the street, so without hesitation, I approached her.

On my return to the park, I gained a perspective I had never had of this place before and, in front of me, was the profile of a boy gazing at the sky with slight admiration. His lips were half-opened, revealing two front teeth similar to those of a bunny.

I was so fascinated by his image that I almost ate a tree if it hadn't been that my children were calling me. From then on, I saw him every day sitting in the same place, always carrying a book and, curiously, a pudding that he ate with a small spoon.

I didn't know how I could approach him; I didn't want to interrupt, and I didn't know what excuse I could come up with. He never seemed to need even the slightest help, always in his own world as if he were in his own bubble.

Then he stopped coming. A tragedy in my view. No matter how early or late I headed to the park, I never saw him again. After a month of searching, I gave up.

But today, today life is on my side again, bringing my cupid's crush right to my door.

I hear the bathroom door and mentally prepare myself. My breath catches, how can he look so stunning in my clothes? I'm grateful to myself for wearing sleeveless t-shirts so I can see those well-defined arms that were previously hidden, though slightly intuited. Because why lie? The t-shirt was slightly clinging to his body, so it didn't hide what was behind it very well.

"You don't look bad in my clothes at all."

"Tha- Thank you. I'll be sure to get everything back to you tomorrow and washed." He looks away and I watch as his ears take on a bit of a reddish tinge. Lovely.