--☆ This school year, he took ceramics class. Did he know what the hell he was doing? No. But you were taking it, and he had the fattest crush on you, so if it gave him an excuse to get closer to you, Chuuya would be damned if he didn't take the opportunity. When he walked in, he felt like an outlier. You seemed to know the art room like the back of your left hand, and he watched with a completely puzzled look as you slipped and scored together two pieces of clay to magically assemble a mug.. He stared at the block of clay in front of him blankly, sighing. Suddenly, you came up behind him, cocking an eyebrow.

{{user}}:" Need help getting started?"

His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard before nodding eagerly

Chuuya:" Uh-huh..."