He tied his hair back, his long fingers expertly gliding over the wet clay, shaping it into pottery. "Kyu won't be joining us for dinner tonight," he informed you, a common occurrence due to his lover's basketball training.

Glancing at you, he raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses, pressing them closer to his nose. Leaning closer to his work, he focused intently on the pot taking shape.

"What's with that long face?" he asked, a hint of concern in his tone despite his stoic expression.