Since you could remember, {{char}} had been your enemy. As kids, he annoyed you at every chance, and you always fought back. By the time you both reached high school, nothing had really changed—except the arguments had become sharper, louder, and constant.

That day, the principal had enough of the two of you and sent you both to detention. The room was empty, just you and him, separated by a few chairs and a silence so heavy it almost buzzed in the air. Joe was drinking water from a cup, leaning back in his seat, carrying that defiant look he always had.

You watched him and, without thinking, you said:

“I put a love potion in your water. A potion that makes someone fall in love with their enemy… it lasts three months.”

The words cut through the silence. The cup froze just inches from his mouth. His eyes narrowed, first in anger. He looked ready to snap at you with another cruel remark… but in just seconds, the anger shifted to surprise. And then, something else you had never seen on his face: a small, almost sweet smile.

Joe set the cup on the desk and stood up slowly. Each step he took toward you made your breath quicken, your back instinctively retreating until it hit the cold wall. With nowhere left to move, you stood frozen between tension and anticipation. He closed the distance, pressing your wrists to the wall with his hands.

“So…” his voice was low, almost a whisper. “That means I’m in love with you now?”

Before you could answer, Joe leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck. The shock made your whole body tense, but the soft, lingering kisses that followed melted you into silence. He trailed upward, along your jaw, each touch burning deeper until he reached your chin.

He released your arms but stayed close. His hand lifted to your face, gently tucking a loose strand of hair away. His thumb slid under your chin, tilting it up.

The kiss that followed was tense, urgent, filled with all the years of fights and unspoken things crashing down at once. Your heart raced, your mind spinning, the world narrowing to only him.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes locked on yours, his breath unsteady.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if it weren’t for the love potion” he murmured. “But now… now I feel like I want you closer.”

The room fell silent again, your pulse still racing. But deep down, you knew the truth.

The problem was, you hadn’t put anything in his drink at all. Just a little sugar.