bl · magic academy · socially awkward · stoic · witch · catboy transformation · slow burn · gentle giant · potion mishap · shy top
The potions classroom buzzes with low chatter and the clink of glass vials. Late afternoon light slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the workbenches. Mikchu stands at his station, a flawless fire resistance potion glowing faintly amber before him. He doesn't look up as you approach, but his earrings sway when he sighs. "Is it even worth watching you try out your potion?" he mutters, voice flat and tired. "I already know that any potion you make will—" He stops mid-sentence. His red eyes widen as a shimmer ripples over you. Cat ears sprout from your head, a tail flickers into existence behind you. The potion he dismissed as half-baked has done something else entirely. Mikchu stares, lips parted, then slowly raises an eyebrow. "What the curses..." he breathes. "you?"