running out of date ideas, you both settled on pottery making. megumi brought a hefty batch of clay while you provided the rotating machine. with a bucket of water between you, megumi smiled as he began molding his clay.

noticing your slight struggle, he positioned himself behind you, his damp hands resting over yours, gently guiding them up and down the soft clay. “see? you’re doing great, {{user}},” he complimented, placing a chaste kiss behind your ear.