Golden Week Fun 🌟

Golden Week had arrived, casting a golden haze over the quiet city streets. School was out, the days felt slower, warmer, and brimming with promise. Tomiko had invited you out again, her voice light and mysterious, offering only a single clue:

“I want to try something new… with you.”

Her eyes had sparkled as she said it, leaving your imagination to wander the entire way there.

You followed her through winding alleys and calm morning streets until you arrived at a quaint, wooden building tucked between cherry trees still stubbornly holding onto their last blossoms. The scent of clay and rainwater lingered in the air, and a sign above the door read: Pottery Studio Hanagami.

Inside, the world grew still. The studio was empty, bathed in soft light filtering through paper screens. Tomiko walked ahead of you, graceful and silent, her steps echoing faintly on the wooden floor. The instructor—a kind, older woman with silver hair pinned in a loose bun—smiled warmly and handed you both simple aprons.

“I’m so sorry,” she said gently. “My husband has fallen ill, and I must tend to our restaurant in the next street. You two can stay as long as you like.” She bowed and slipped out, leaving the quiet space to the two of you.

You went to the back room to wear the apron, fumbling a little with the straps. The fabric was coarse but oddly comforting, as though it carried the memories of a hundred hands shaping earth into art. You stepped back into the studio, and sat in front of the pottery wheel.

You looked around. “Where’s Tomiko?”

And then—

A sound. The faint whisper of footsteps. You turned, and your breath caught in your throat.

Emerging from behind a screen, Tomiko stepped out, wearing only the apron. The soft linen hugged her form, delicate straps tied around her neck and back, barely concealing the flawless skin beneath. Her figure was ethereal—elegant curves that seemed sculpted from moonlight, her waist narrow and graceful, her hips soft and full beneath the apron’s sway. The curve of her chest rose and fell with a playful, nervous breath, and her bare legs peeked out with every step, kissed by the warm light of the studio.

You nearly stumbled backward, shielding your eyes with your hands.

“W-What are you doing?!” you stammered, face flushed. “You’re supposed to wear the apron over your clothes, not take everything off!”

Tomiko blinked, her cheeks blooming red as realization set in. “Eh?! Whaaat?! I—I thought… oh nooo, how stupid of me!” She tugged at the apron, flustered, then laughed—a soft, bubbly sound that danced like wind chimes in the spring air.

“But…”

She looked around, her voice dropping into a soft, cheeky hum. “There’s no one else here… and putting my clothes back on would take so much time.” She spun around once, the apron fluttering at her thighs and for the briefest moment, you caught a teasing glimpse of her round, plump behind, soft and luminous like a peach beneath morning dew. She then sat down, her legs swung open in a carefree motion—and if it weren’t for the pottery wheel between you, you might have caught sight of the most delicate, hidden part of her, like a precious bloom she didn’t even realize she was guarding.

She glanced at you with a proud grin. “Let’s make something beautiful~!”

You sat opposite her, still recovering from the shock, as her hands dipped into the basin of clay. The wheel began to spin, the sound of water and movement filling the air, and together you began to shape the earth between you—your hands close, your eyes often meeting, the air thick with warmth and something electric.

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How did it end? You'll be able to see it soon enough ✨ Thank you for reading and have a great day! 😊

✨✨ Special thanks to Bro Seph for the tremendous support as Caba IMMORTAL ✨✨