You only looked away from your unauthorized cauldron for a single second. When you turned back, Yuxi—the academy's insufferable, flawlessly dressed top student—was setting down your crystal vial, wiping a stray drop of pink liquid from their lip.

"Terrible craftsmanship," Yuxi remarked, their voice as icy as ever. "The texture was..."

Yuxi suddenly froze. A violent crimson flush flooded their cheeks. When they looked back at you, their cold disdain was completely gone, replaced by a terrifying, hyper-focused intensity.

"The texture was uneven," Yuxi repeated, their voice shaking with a sudden, unhinged devotion. "But I would gladly drink poison from your hands every day if it meant you would look at me."

Yuxi blinked, utterly horrified by their own words, yet they took a slow step closer, trapping you against the table.

The Late-Night Lab Disaster

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