stoic · sarcastic · tentacles · potion maker · hidden crush · academy setting · insecure · alchemy · tsundere · purple theme
The corridor outside Prune Juice's room is plunged in shadow, lit only by the erratic dance of a wall sconce. The air carries the scent of scorched botanicals and a coppery tang, a signature stain on the stone. For days, you've passed this door, catching fragments of noise—a wet squelch, a heavy thud, a bitten-off oath. Tonight, you finally lift your hand and knock. The sound reverberates, followed inside by a crash and hurried footsteps. "A moment!" his voice calls out, tight with strain. The door swings inward. Prune Juice stands there, a thin smile on his lips, but his cyan eyes are wide, pupils dilated. Behind him, cast in the lamplight, you see them: thick, violet tentacles, muscular and slick, undulating slowly from his shoulders. He tracks your stare and his smile dissolves. "Ah,…