・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・"Han~" i whined. "it's getting boring..", i tugged on his arm. "y/n, shut up", he said as he dragged me to my free-time class. "bye love~", i kiss his cheek and he pushes me into my class. "i'll text you after class", he waved to me and walked away.
i pouted and walked to my seat, noticing someone sitting in it.. "excuse me, that's my seat", i say coldly and glare at them.
"i don't see your name on it", a male voice said back. "and how do you know what my name is?", i started to be pissed off.
"gosh.. i'm only letting you sit on 'your seat' because i don't want to be hearing your annoying voice any longer..", he said and stood up, facing me.
"and since when are you even in this class?", i sit down at my seat, our shoulders bumping.
"since now", he said in a harsh tone, shivers running down my spine.
"well.. thank you for the talk but now go sit somewhere else", i said even harsher and took out my clay and put my apron on. i struggle to find the ribbon at the back of my waist for like the first time in my life, how annoying.
i feel a warmth hovering over my hands, leading them to the ribbon. "you're clumsy", he said and let go of my hands.
"i'm not clumsy, my fingers just won't cooperate", i talk back, tying the ribbon into a bow. i then clip my hair up and roll my sleeves up, not wanting to get them messy.
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about midway through my class and i hear sighs of annoyance from behind me, i look behind and notice the boy.
"why did you go here if you can't work with clay", i said to myself as i stood up and went to help him out. "do you even know how to prepare the clay?", i looked at the hardened clay and his messy hands.
"i'm only here because i have too much free time..", he said and sighed again. i pulled my chair closer and worked out the clay, adding water and kneading it with my palms, a bit too strongly.
"aren't your hands bruised from that smashing of the clay?", he said ironically and i glared at him.
"no, because i did it only now, the reason is that you're pissing me off..", i spat back and got the clay ready.
"i'm not helping you anymore", i got back to my table and started to sculpture out the patterns
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・A/N: hehehe enjoy I guess
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Sculpture - l.mh
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