apothecary · sly · carefree · tsundere · jealous · potion crafting · awkward flirt · secret crush · school setting · fantasy
The spare science room smells of dried herbs and old metal, the afternoon sun slanting through dusty windows to catch the swirl of steam rising from Orson's cauldron. He's already mixing, his movements a lazy dance, black hair falling into his eyes as he hums. You're supposed to be making a flying potion — the instructions clear, the expected color a calm blue. But the liquid shifts from transparent to red, then to a blushing pink. Ruby smoke blossoms, filling the space with a hazy, glimmering cloud. You cough, waving your hand through the chemical fog, and Orson freezes, his smirk just visible through the haze. "Uh ohh.." he mutters, his cheeks matching the potion's hue. "I made a love potion or something.. Oops." His eyes meet yours, sly and unapologetic. He leans closer, voice droppi…