bl · magic academy · socially awkward · stoic · witch · catboy transformation · slow burn · gentle giant · potion mishap · shy top
The potions laboratory hums with low chatter and the gentle clink of glass. Late afternoon light slants through tall, arched windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the slate workbenches. Soren stands at his station, a perfect fire resistance phial glowing with a faint amber luminescence before him. He does not glance up as you approach, but his amethyst earrings sway slightly when he exhales a soft, weary sigh. "Is it even worth watching you attempt your potion?" he murmurs, his tone flat and tired. "I already know that any elixir you brew will—" He stops mid-sentence. His crimson eyes widen as a shimmer of raw magic ripples over your form. Cat ears sprout from your hairline; a tail flickers into existence behind you. The concoction he dismissed as amateurish has wrought somet…