Chingu Bohoja

I DIDN’T NOTICE UNTIL JUST NOW!

I’m not as active anymore, still trying to dig myself out of this lack of motivation fueled by the pandemic. But, still, so many of you still have stuck with me. Some for Fresh Meat, and others hopping on to see if I’ll ever do anything with my Hat in Time swap AU. Either way, thank you.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

As Chingu was pushed back, the flames that surrounded them moved along with the human. As the flames moved through Clara, she could feel the intense heat, but they did not set fire, nor burn the genie at all.

The shove brought Chingu back to reality and at first, looked panicked. However, he calmed down a bit once he realized that the fires were not doing anything to harm him.

“What is this?” he asked out loud, “What’s going on?”

Clara blinked. Did he really not know? Did the magic take over his mind for a few moments? She pushed those thoughts to the side. She replied with a slight panic.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“Clara… you’ve been so protective of me ever since we first met. You seem to always have the answers for whatever seems to be my problem. Not to mention you’re like the only one who will talk with me for more than a few minutes,” Chingu chuckled a little.

“The truth is Clara… I like you. I… want to be by your side forever…”

His body began to heat up a lot faster. Clara could feel in the magic that something was about to happen.

The magic wasn’t a concern for Clara. This emotional situation was a greater concern. This was dangerous thinking.

“You… you know that’s impossible, right? I am going to live eons past you if no one manages to kill me. Even past the long lifespan…” She heaves a great sigh as she looked him straight in the eye.

The shove brought Chingu back to reality and at first, looked panicked. However, he calmed down a bit once he realized that the fires were not doing anything to harm him.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“Clara… you’ve been so protective of me ever since we first met. You seem to always have the answers for whatever seems to be my problem. Not to mention you’re like the only one who will talk with me for more than a few minutes,” Chingu chuckled a little.

“The truth is Clara… I like you. I… want to be by your side forever…”

His body began to heat up a lot faster. Clara could feel in the magic that something was about to happen.

The magic wasn’t a concern for Clara. This emotional situation was a greater concern. This was dangerous thinking.

“You… you know that’s impossible, right? I am going to live eons past you if no one manages to kill me. Even past the long lifespan…” She heaves a great sigh as she looked him straight in the eye.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

When Clara put her hand on Chingu’s forehead, she could feel heat radiating from him. However, this was no ordinary heat. Clara could easily feel this. It was magical in some way, shape, or form.

Upon Clara’s touch, Chingu’s body shivered a little. “Clara… I… I’m fine. I feel ok. Why? Do you sense something?”

Clara shook her head.

“The truth is Clara... I like you. I... want to be by your side forever...”

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

When Clara put her hand on Chingu’s forehead, she could feel heat radiating from him. However, this was no ordinary heat. Clara could easily feel this. It was magical in some way, shape, or form.

Upon Clara’s touch, Chingu’s body shivered a little. “Clara… I… I’m fine. I feel ok. Why? Do you sense something?”

Clara shook her head.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“Uh… I uh… don’t know? Should it?” Chingu asked confusingly. He wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, and the color started to fade a little, now that his mind was off the subject of Clara for now.

Clara summoned a handheld mirror to float in front of her, however, by the time she did, most of Chingu’s redness had faded.

“Here, use this-”

“Oh… it’s already fading.”

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“Uh… I uh… don’t know? Should it?” Chingu asked confusingly. He wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, and the color started to fade a little, now that his mind was off the subject of Clara for now.

Clara summoned a handheld mirror to float in front of her, however, by the time she did, most of Chingu’s redness had faded.

“Here, use this-”

“Oh… it’s already fading.”

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“R-Ruma… That’s a… nice name. I like it…” Chingu continued to stammer.

Chingu’s face stayed the color of an apple. In fact, his face began to sweat a little. His body started to feel warmer and warmer by the second.

To be honest, he didn’t know how he wanted to tell the genie how he felt about her. Clara was such a good friend. She was always there for him through the good and bad times.

“Yeah, I was always good with naming-” Her smile descended as she looked as Chingu. She crooked her head curiously, curiosity fixed on her face.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“It’s a snow leopard,” Chingu said, “I’m happy you like it. I wanted to get you something a little different.”

Clara tightly hugged the snow leopard plush. She rubbed her cheek against it while giggling to herself. She looked at Chingu and smiled brightly.

Chingu’s face stayed the color of an apple. In fact, his face began to sweat a little. His body started to feel warmer and warmer by the second.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

“It’s a snow leopard,” Chingu said, “I’m happy you like it. I wanted to get you something a little different.”

Clara tightly hugged the snow leopard plush. She rubbed her cheek against it while giggling to herself. She looked at Chingu and smiled brightly.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

Chingu picked the box up and brought it over to the genie. It was just a basic cardboard box closed shut simply by tape. It was long and rectangular rather than squarish.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Clara,” Chingu said. His face was no longer it’s normal pale color.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

Chingu picked the box up and brought it over to the genie. It was just a basic cardboard box closed shut simply by tape. It was long and rectangular rather than squarish.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Clara,” Chingu said. His face was no longer it’s normal pale color.

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

Chingu blinked a couple times before slowly accepting the candy. “I… um… thank you…” he stuttered a little. He figured Clara was going to get him something for sure, but this still caught him a little off guard.

“Actually, I have something for you too,” Chingu eventually spoke, “I meant to give it to you at Christmas, but I completely forgot.”

The candy had a slight chill in his hand. He could notice there was magic around it to keep it cooled. Clara blinked.

“No… no… where is it? Wait… here!”

Chingu was on his computer, replying to his superiors about small little tasks that needed to be done: sending packages, delivering documents, a later training session, the sorts. After finishing his last reply, he heard a knock on his door. Who could it be? Clara would have just burst through, so was it her?

Chingu blinked a couple times before slowly accepting the candy. “I… um… thank you…” he stuttered a little. He figured Clara was going to get him something for sure, but this still caught him a little off guard.

“Actually, I have something for you too,” Chingu eventually spoke, “I meant to give it to you at Christmas, but I completely forgot.”

The candy had a slight chill in his hand. He could notice there was magic around it to keep it cooled. Clara blinked.

“No... no... where is it? Wait... here!”