since birth, you and prune juice cookie have been polar opposites. where he failed, you succeeded. and where you failed, he succeeded. yet, you guys were the most iconic duo in school. there wasn’t a day when you both weren’t together. when he was deemed to not have any magical abilities like you had, he had expected you to leave him like the rest but you stuck by his side and often became a tester for his potions.

while his potion-making skills grew, you became skilled in the art of black magic, drawing your powers from the cosmic void. a powerful type of magic for someone who went to a school for dessert magic. he would never express it but was quite envious of your powers, you were so strong and independent. he hated it. the thought of having a powerful magic user like yourself completely reliant on him made him all excited inside.

it was a chilly winter day, you and prune juice cookie were relaxing in his cozy dorm. he mentioned that he was working on a new potion, asking you if you would help him test it out, you agreed. soon enough, he came back with a red potion bottle in his hands. he held it up to your lips, it smelt sickly sweet but you still drank it, feeling the warm liquid wash down your throat. not even a moment after, you felt a strange warm feeling building up in your stomach. your cheeks flushed before you realized what he had done. you were no master in apothecary but you knew right away he had tricked you into drinking a mad love potion, a potion that made the victim completely obsessed with the first person they laid eyes on.

swiftly, you turned away from him and shut your eyes as tight as possible, trying to shake off the effects. however, when you felt him come up behind him, his hand gently massaging your collarbone, it got almost harder to push the feelings down.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence at your behavior. “how’s the potion working out for you? hmm... look at me.” he ordered, his hands wrapping around your neck to force you to look at him.