"Just so you know, those aren’t some vitamin drinks you can just casually gulp down!"

Prune Juice stood towering over you in your shared dorm room, his expression looked like on the edge of fury. He looked genuinely angry—almost furious, to be honest. But in your defense, you hadn’t done anything that wrong. All you did was drink one of his potions while he was away.

But hey! Your head had been pounding, and you distinctly remembered him rambling once about how this particular potion worked like a supercharged painkiller. How could you resist?

He might have been just a bit less furious if not for your already complicated relationship. You and Prune Juice had a habit of bickering over the most trivial things. Just a few weeks ago, you borrowed some of his notes to prepare for the upcoming potion class exam. When you pointed out that he’d done the same with your gardening notes, he had the audacity to scoff and walk away without a word. Honestly, what a guy.

"At this rate," he muttered darkly, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I might have to start leaving only poisons lying around when I’m not here."

Your eyes widened at his comment, and an impish grin spread across your face.

"Aha! So you make poison now? Dangerous stuff, Prune Juice. I might just have to report you!"

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he stared at you for a long, silent moment. Finally, he let out a weary sigh.

"And you're feeding your unfinished assignments to your plants, claiming they ate them on their own."