Chapter 9: A healing potion that actually kind of hurts.

We arrived to Croix's lab safely after stealing a bunch of stuff from Lukic's stash. But she had to use an invisibility spell to hide us, as I tried to cast it myself but I kept getting it wrong and we didn't have much time. Thankfully it didn't hurt her as much as before, which probably means my constant reminders that she can't use magic are actually helping her heal faster! Either that or she's been practicing magic anyways and is now so used to the pain that she doesn't even feel it anymore.

But anyways, maybe I should worry less about Croix's health and more about my own, since what we are about to do is rather dangerous. It's kinda ironic, really. With all this stuff it might look like we're trying to kill someone, but according to a very old book that Croix stole from who-knows-where, these very dangerous ingredients, when mixed the right way, can make for a rather powerful healing potion.

That's right, a healing potion that's (hopefully) able to cure Croix's arm. But really, it will be a leap of faith for her. If done wrong, this thing could kill her, or injure her even more… and since she can't do magic, I will be in charge of making the potion.

Yeah. I'm sweating cold right now. But Croix appears to be rather calm. Oddly calm, I'd say.

"Okay." She says, settling the ingredients on her table. Thankfully the invisibility spell is starting to wear off and now we can see each other, even if we're still a little transparent. "First things first: put the ingredients here and go heat up the cauldron. I assume you won't need help with that."

"N-no, I can do it." I answer, placing the flasks I was carrying next to the ones Croix just put on the table. "But Croix… are you sure this is a good idea? I'm terrible at brewing potions!"

"Well then it's about time you learn." She shrugs nonchalantly. "Plus, even though you'll be doing it, I will supervise. I will be guiding you every step of the way, so I doubt there's a chance of you getting it so wrong it'll kill me."

"I still think it's a bad idea." I argue.

"We'll worry about that later." She dismisses it with a wave of her hand. "For now, let's just make the potion, okay?"

"Fine." I sigh, knowing that trying to convince Croix to give up on her plan after she went all this way to execute it is an exercise in futility. But maybe I could convince her to use me as her test subject… which actually doesn't sound any better. But at least if something happened to me she'd be able to act faster, right? I trust she'd knew what to do in case I was poisoned by my own stupidity. Hopefully.

For now, all I can do is obey her orders and heat up that stupid cauldron that she keeps on a small table under the balcony stairs, by turning on this little metal thing (electric stove, I think?) connected to a car battery.

"Is it ready?" Croix asks as she comes to stand beside me, holding the open book in her left hand.

"Yeah, I think so." I nod.

"Good. Now we first need to pour in a cup of fire toad mucus."

"Got it!" I say as I rush to fetch the ingredient, but Croix' panicked yell stops me dead in my tracks.

"Wait! You shouldn't be handling this without proper protective equipment!" I smile sheepishly under her strict gaze. "My coat and gloves are on a box under the desk. I'm afraid we'll have to do without glasses though."

"Right. Right." I answer, quickly going to put on the coat and gloves before fetching the ingredient and Croix's tea cup to measure it. However, as soon as I return to her side and she notices what I brought with me, she sighs, puts the book away and takes her cup off my hands.

"Seriously, for all your good intentions I'm starting to think you're actively trying to get us killed." She says semi-seriously. "The measuring cup, which is to be used only for this purpose, is on the bookshelf."

"Oh." Well, that makes sense. I probably shouldn't use something which is primarily used to drink tea to measure the quantities of dangerous substances. Why didn't I think of that sooner? I'd even seen the measuring cup before! I just never asked what it was for.

So, after fetching the glass cup with painted lines measuring ounces and milliliters, I uncork the bottle containing a viscous orange liquid and pour it on it, making sure to take exactly the amount we need. Then, I add it to the boiling water in the cauldron, but soon notice some of it keeps sticking on the cup. I try shaking it a bit, but it's no use, and I'm about to try and bring it down using my glove-covered fingers, when Croix's voice interrupts me.

"Try taking some of the boiling water with the cup and then pouring it back at the cauldron a couple of times. That should do the trick." I nod and quickly follow her instructions, effectively managing to make every last drop of fire toad mucus get into the potion-in-making. "Good. Now stir it for exactly two minutes counterclockwise." She instructs, handing me a metal scoop.

"Got it." I say, taking the scoop and pausing for a moment to remember in which direction the hands of the clock rotate before energetically starting to stir on the opposite direction.

"Wait! Slow down or you'll spill the contents, jeez!" Croix chastises me. "No wonder your teammates don't let you do anything in potions class."

"But it's still a wonder you do let me do everything for you." I retort, remembering when my teammates questioned her about it earlier, and still having found no satisfying answer myself. "Maybe you aren't as smart as everyone makes you out to be. Just saying." I then decide to tease.

"Well, just saying, I have enough confidence in myself to know that, if I'm here, it's less likely you'll ruin it all." She answers, rolling her eyes, but it does look like she's holding back from laughing.

"You'd be surprised." I joke.

"Just stir the damn thing, Chariot."

"Okay, okay." I chuckle, returning my attention to the potion, which seems to be slowly becoming a lighter tone of yellowish orange. "So… what's next?"

"Next…" Croix pauses, checking the book. "Next we have to add three spoonfuls of pulverized lapis lazuli, and let it cool down until it's 36 degrees celcius."

Apparently deciding it's better for me to keep on stirring the potion, and seeing the next ingredient isn't dangerous (for once), she decides to retrieve it herself and comes back with a bag of blue powder, as well as a large crystal thermometer and a measuring spoon. Then she adds said ingredient, instructing me to keep stirring until the mix is homogenous. Once it's mixed to her satisfaction and the potion has turned a very weird pinkish color, she puts the thermometer on the cauldron, so we'll be able to see when it's on the right temperature.

"Alright, so now that that's done, we need to… Great." Croix frowns as she reads the next part on the recipe.

"What?" I prompt when she doesn't say anything more.

"We need to mix the next three ingredients separately before adding them to the potion." She sighs. "It can be a bit difficult because it has to be done at room temperature, which means they won't be so easily dissolved."

"Don't worry, I've got it. Just tell me what to add… and where, since I suppose we can't use your cauldron." I say, looking at the currently occupied thing.

"Right." Croix nods, adopting a thinking expression. "Well, I suppose that we could use the metal can where I keep my pens." She points at her desk, where the thing in question is located.

"Got it!" I say as I go retrieve it, leaving Croix's pens and pencils lying on the same spot. It's actually a pretty ordinary metal can, which probably had soup or something like that in the past… I hope it won't break when we pour the very dangerous ingredients into it.

"Okay, leave it there next to the cauldron. Good. Now, first add a cup of Night Viper venom." I start to reach for the amber bottle filled with a dark liquid, when her voice makes me stop for a moment. "Be careful though; that thing is super deadly."

"Don't worry. I'm the most careful person in the world." I assure her, but her ironic chuckling makes me see exactly what she thinks of that statement. Still, I somehow manage to measure and pour the dangerous substance into the can. I can't help thinking it's actually very pretty though; it's transparent and of a light blue color. I wonder if it tastes like blueberry…? But I won't drink it! I'm not that stupid.

"Okay, now add a pinch of Lunar Moth dust." Croix continues with the instructions. "Don't worry, that one's harmless, so you can just grab it with your fingers."

I follow her orders, enjoying the silver color that remains in my gloves even after I've let go of the dust. It looks like I'm glowing! But anyways. I should probably just mix it before Croix chastises me for staring at my fingers for so long.

"Okay, for the next ingredient… half a cup of ashes from a branch of the legendary tree Wagandia, burned by fire dragon a hundred years ago."

"That's oddly specific." I comment. Aren't ashes from all trees the same?

"It's also the rarest ingredient, so don't waste it." She instructs with a severe expression.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." I reassure her as I take the measuring cup and carefully start pouring in the ashes until I have all we need. Then, I empty the contents into the can only to start mixing the ingredients with the scoop. One of the reasons brewing potions is so boring: a great part of the time you're just stirring stuff and waiting around.

"Be sure to keep stirring until it's a light grey color and of uniform consistency." Croix says. "It's very important since it neutralizes the venom."

"Yes, Croix, don't worry. I got it." I almost roll my eyes at her. I mean, it's not like mixing three ingredients was that big of a deal! You just have to keep moving. And moving. And moving, and… why am I not making any progress? The venom is still resting at the bottom with the ashes floating on top, and no matter how I try to mix them up, they keep being stubbornly separated. Like water and oil.

"Croix!" I whine.

"I told you it wasn't as easy as it seemed." She sighs in exasperation. "Just keep going and they'll eventually dissolve. I'm going to check on the potion."

And with that she leaves me struggling with this stupid thing to go check the thermometer we left on the cauldron. I just sigh, but decide to stir it a bit faster, to see if that makes it easier to dissolve. And soon I see some parts of it starting to look of a more homogenous grey color! So I get excited and try moving it a bit faster. And faster. And faster! And…

Suddenly the can tips over because of all the force I'm applying to it (even though I was trying to stabilize it with my other hand), and the contents spill all over me, some even reaching my face and making my clothes wet. Instantly, I remember what Croix said about the venom being super deadly and I let out a terrified squeak.

"C-Croix!" I call for her, who is only a few feet away, already looking at me with an amused expression.

"I should have imagined." She chuckles. "I can't leave you on your own yet."

"Am I gonna die?!" I ask, dread settling into my stomach as I start feeling a burning sensation at the parts of my body that have come into contact with the potion. "I don't wanna die! I still have so many things to do! I'm not even a real witch yet! I-I…!"

"Okay, calm down." Croix is visibly trying to contain her laughter… and failing. She looks like she just saw the funniest thing in the world. "You're not going to die."

"B-but you said…"

"I know what I said." She rolls her eyes. "And you're not going to die, so calm down and follow me."

Deciding to trust Croix for now, hoping she'll give me an antidote or something, I follow her upstairs to the balcony until we come to a stop next to the window, from which the afternoon sunlight is entering creating a circle of light on the floor, in which Croix gestures me to stand.

"Okay, now listen carefully. I'm going to sound like a pervert, but you have to trust that I'm just trying to help you." Croix takes a deep breath before speaking again, while I just stare at her with curiosity. "You have to take off your clothes."

"Huh?" I look down at the wet lab coat under which my school uniform was also soaked by the potion, so… taking them off does seem like a good idea. Plus, Croix probably knows what she's doing, right? "Alright." I agree and promptly start undressing.

"You can keep your underwear." Croix says after I'm done unbuttoning my shirt. I just nod and proceed to take off the rest of my clothes until I'm left standing in only my underwear and shoes. I'd be lying if I said I'm not feeling rather… exposed, more so with Croix staring at me as intently as that, but I have to fight the urge to cover myself with my hands because I know she's probably doing that to assess the damage.

"Well, it looks like it's already started to take effect." She says, no doubt referring to the angry red patches of skin that have formed where I came into contact with the venom.

"What do we do then?!" I ask, sounding like I'm starting to panic. Probably because I am.

"Night Viper venom is destroyed by sunlight." Croix explains. "You just need to keep standing here until the symptoms have disappeared." She smiles reassuringly. "It should take a few minutes."

"Didn't you say it's super deadly?! What if I die before that?"

"It kills you instantly if it enters your bloodstream. And it'll take less than a minute if you drink it." Croix says patiently. "But if it comes into contact with your skin, it'll only give you slight irritation, like nettle." She laughs again. "Still, I never thought you'd be so careless as to just… spill it all over yourself!" She's interrupted by her laughter. "Were you actually trying to kill yourself?"

"Croix!" I pout. "Stop making fun of me!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just so you to go and spill a can full of dangerous ingredients all over yourself as soon as I turn around." She chuckles, not looking apologetic at all, but since her gaze is soft as she looks at me instead of mocking or belittling, I find myself laughing a bit too. Maybe it is indeed amusing that I'm such a clutz I'm actually a hazard to myself.

If only my teammates reacted like Croix whenever I do something stupid! I mean, it's not like I do it on purpose! And in this specific instance I spilled dangerous and rare ingredients all over myself, yet Croix doesn't look the least bit angry. Granted, she admitted herself she took ten times more of each ingredient than what she'll actually need, but still. I'm sure she did that only because she knew I would probably screw up half a dozen times before getting it right. And she didn't rub that fact all over my face, so that's nice too. And she even defended me from Karen earlier! Speaking of which…

"Thank you." I smile warmly at her, but she looks at me with a confused expression.

"Are you thanking me for making fun of you?" She asks semi-seriously.

"No! I'm thanking you for defending me from my teammates earlier. It was a nice gesture." I say with a sincere smile.

"Yeah, well…" She looks towards the window to avoid eye contact as a prominent blush appears on her face. I'd never seen her blush so much. She looks so cute! "It was nothing. I mean, we're f…" She cuts herself off hastily before clearing her throat and trying again. "We're… I mean, I'myour tutor. What kind of tutor would I be if I just let them bully you? That's literally my job! Only I can do that." She chuckles nervously.

I don't believe she's used to expressing her feelings at all, or even calling other people 'friends', so she hides her emotions behind a mask of sarcasm and jokes. But I'm not really disappointed. She'll get there, I'm sure. She just needs time.

"Still. Thank you." I say, before hesitantly reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. She tenses up a bit, but doesn't pull away this time. "I'm glad to have such a good friend as you."

"A-ah… yeah." She stutters, continuing to avoid eye contact. She looks so unlike the usually confident Croix! So this is her Achilles heel? Showing affection? "I have to be the best at everything, right?" She jokes, still blushing. "But anyways." Croix then clears her throat nervously as she takes a step back, making me let go of her shoulder. "Uh… I have to go clean everything up. I'll be right back." And with that, she pretty much bolts down the stairs, visibly flustered, which is such an amusing sight I can only chuckle and shake my head.

"Don't use magic!" I call.

"I make no promises!" She answers.

"Oh my gosh!" Akko laughed so loud Alcor decided to move to the other side of the room. "I didn't know you were almost as bad at potions as me! At least I've never had to deal with such dangerous ingredients myself."

"That's a relief for everyone in the school." Ursula muttered, mostly to herself. "But, you know? Croix told me that, for my first time, she substituted some of the most deadly or rare ingredients for more common ones that would create a simple anesthetic potion if done correctly."

"Oh, I see." Akko nods, smiling widely. "She was more thoughtful than Sucy in that regard." She then pauses, apparently realizing something. "But wait, then what was it that caused the irritation on your skin?"

"Still Night Viper venom, but extracted from a newly hatched viper." The professor explained. "It's not lethal, but if it enters your bloodstream it can put you on a coma for up to several weeks."

"Ha. Probably Sucy has used it on me before ." Akko commented rather casually. "I remember one day when I couldn't wake up until she gave me some sort of antidote that tasted like lichen." She grimaced as she remembered the flavor. "It was pretty gross."

"Speaking of Sucy, didn't you say you were going to meet her at dinner?" Ursula said, glancing at the clock, apparently undeterred by what her student told her; it wasn't like Croix hadn't used her as a guinea pig more than once. And if Sucy knew what she was doing and Akko consented, she trusted the girls to handle themselves.

"Oh, you're right!" Akko startled, looking anxiously at the clock. "I hope there's still some food left." She then quickly got up from the chair, thanked her teacher profusely and wished her goodnight before bolting down the stairs of the Astronomy Tower hoping she'd still manage to get at least one miserable little potato.

Meanwhile, the professor smiled as she watched her student go, amused by her antics. She just hoped she'd be able to pass tomorrow's exams with good grades as she'd promised. Granted, she was the Astrology teacher, which meant she could theoretically give Akko a good grade even if she didn't earn it, but that just wouldn't be fair for the other students, so she'd never do it, no matter how much she loved Akko.

But anyways, now that she had some free time, she probably should go exercise; she liked staying in shape, and it was very important if she wanted to keep using strengthening magic.

So she went to change into her red tracksuit (Finnelan would kill her if she saw her like that), took off her glasses and put them on her drawer. Then she grabbed a bottle of water and exited the tower, ready to work out a bit.

She usually ran for about half an hour in the forest surrounding the school. After that she used puppet magic on a statue and fought with it. And finally she practiced lifting rocks and jumping the height of the trees with help of strengthening magic.

It was more or less the same everyday with only small variations. Honestly, it was one of the only things that had kept her sane during all those years of having to do what all the other teachers said while living under another name. It made her feel more like herself for a few hours.

And it also reminded her of Croix.

And as everything associated with Croix, it was bittersweet. She wondered if there would ever be something, anything that just made her happy without bringing her pain, or melancholy, or guilt at the same time.

Was there ever even something like that? Even magic stressed her when she couldn't cast it. Maybe that's just how life was.

But now was not the time to be so self-reflecting. She needed to have dinner and go to sleep early so she could get up in time and arrive punctual to class.

So she heated up the food she'd grabbed from the cafeteria (mashed potatoes with baked potatoes) with magic and opened her drawer to get out a spoon and start eating.

And of course, her eyes landed on the stupid intelligent-phone Croix had given her. She swore that thing even had a taunting smile and was silently calling her a coward. And, as almost every night, she decided that she would be brave that day and got the thing out of her drawer, turning it on.

She started eating as the device initialized, momentarily forgetting about it. But once it was ready, Chariot's stomach turned with anxiety, and she sweated cold.

She started panicking as she grabbed it and it kept staring back at her with its ugly screen. No. This wasn't a good idea. Calling Croix? Come on, she probably had better things to do!

In prison? She heard Alcor's voice inside her head, and turned to glare at the white crow, who was looking at her with the bird equivalent of a deadpan expression. Just call her! I'm tired of seeing you stressing over it every single day.

"It's not that simple." Chariot answered, looking back down at the phone in her hands.

"It seems simple to me." Alcor responded, this time out loud.

"That's because Croix isn't your ex."

"Should I remind you I can still read your thoughts to some extent?" The crow said, sounding annoyed. "You want to call her. You are just scared of getting hurt again."

"So what if I am?" Chariot answered defensively. "You saw how devastated I was after she betrayed me. I don't want to go through that ever again!"

"And you don't have to." The old crow adopted his wise tone of voice Chariot hated so much because it usually meant he was going to say something she couldn't refute. "Even if Croix is up to no good, you're an adult now; you're smarter and more mature, and I trust that you can recognize in time if Croix is trying to hurt you once more."

"Well… I don't trust myself." Was all Chariot could answer to that.

"Then trust in me, and in my trust in you." The crow answered with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Very well, old crow." Chariot chuckled. "But if Croix hurts me, I'm personally making you responsible."

And with that, she turned around and looked at the intelligent-phone once more, and at the instructions left on a note in her drawer, written in Croix's rather messy handwriting.

The instructions were unsurprisingly easy to follow, as expected from Croix, and after dialing the number, she waited with battled breath as the phone rang one time, two times, three times… maybe Croix had already gone to bed? This was a stupid idea. She probably should just try again some other day.

But before she could panic even more and hang up, someone answered her, and she dropped the phone in surprise, barely being able to catch it in time.

"H-hello?" She said once she had secured it on her grasp, feeling her heart hammering inside her chest like it wanted to burst out.

"Chariot?" Croix's voice sounded from the other end, stealing Chariot's breath away and immediately nullifying all her cognitive processes. Her mind was now a mash of anxiety and longing. "Chariot, is that you?" Croix kept inquiring when the line went silent for too long.

"C-Croix…" She managed to choke out before she panicked once more and quickly pressed the end-call button, breathing out a sigh of relief… only to then realize she was acting like a total coward and smashing her head against her desk.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She yelled at herself. "What will Croix think of me now?! I'm acting like a schoolgirl with a crush!"

But then, the phone started ringing, startling her so much she literally fell off the chair. It rang a few more times before she truly processed what was happening and, with a trembling hand, reached up and grabbed the cellphone from the top of her desk, not bothering getting up from the ground yet.

Steeling her nerves and telling herself that she really shouldn't be as anxious as she was and that she'd faced things thousands of times more nerve-wrecking in the past, she took a deep breath and answered the call, pressing the damn thing against her ear.

"H-hi?" Damn. Why did she have to stutter so much?

"Hello. Again." Croix chuckled. "What, did you drop the phone and accidentally end the call?" She teased.

"Y-yeah. S-something like that." Chariot lied. There was no way in hell she'd ever admit she got so nervous as soon as she heard Croix's voice that she had been one second away from throwing the phone out of the window.

"I figured that was the case." Her voice sounded rather amused. "I'm actually surprised you even managed to call me after only three weeks of trying. I thought it would take you months." Croix was teasing her again, like usual.

"This was actually my first try." She protested, Croix's laughter dying as she realized what this meant.

An awkward silence followed, and it extended for a few tense seconds. Maybe minutes. Chariot even thought to check if the call was still ongoing, but before she could either do that or say something, she heard Croix clearing her throat from the other side of the line.

"I see." Her voice sounded a bit odd. Like she was refraining herself from saying something or showing any emotions. "What made you call me then? Did you need something, or…?" She left the question hanging, clearly unsure of how to finish.

"No, no." Chariot simply said, also unsure of what to do to make Croix start talking in a more upbeat tone again.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I mean, it's just… odd. You know? That you didn't call me in three weeks and then you suddenly…" She sighed, also leaving that phrase hanging.

"I-I…" Chariot paused, not knowing what to answer to that. Nothing sounded good in her head! So she decided to just let her mouth do the talking without filters and hoped that would go well. "I wasn't ready."

"Are you now?" Croix immediately questioned with genuine curiosity and a small hint of hope.

"No." She unwillingly admitted; her upset stomach wholeheartedly agreeing with her.

"I can't blame you." Croix said bitterly. "I actually would have understood if you never called me, but…. What changed?"

"Akko."

"Akko?" Croix asked, unsure she'd heard it right. What did the light-headed Japanese girl have to do with any of this?

"I've been telling her stories. Of our schooldays adventures." Chariot explained, a small grin appearing on her face for the first time since they started talking.

"I hope you kept them PG-rated." Croix tried a small joke when she heard a hint of happiness in Chariot's voice.

"PG what?"

Croix could only sigh in resignation. Of course Chariot didn't know about movie ratings.

"Appropriate for children." She translated.

"Oh." The redhead blushed profusely. "N-not those adventures! The ones about you getting hurt by your experiments or me dropping Night Viper venom all over myself!"

Her embarrassment finally made Croix laugh loudly, not even making an effort to dissimulate.

"I know, I know. I was just teasing." She assured her. "And honestly? The story about the Night Viper venom is still one of my favorites to this day. I'm pretty sure half of the residents here and most of the guards have heard it at least twice now."

"So you've been talking about me?" Chariot decided to tease her back for a change.

"N-no! Of course not!" She immediately protested, and Chariot could perfectly picture her blushing because of her embarrassed tone of voice. "I don't even think about you more than 1440 minutes per day."

"Sure." Chariot rolled her eyes.

"Really! I have better things to do. Like finding the cure of Wagandia for my favorite redhead." She smirked. "Or helping the engineers reinforce the walls with magic-insulating panels. That's the only reason they let me keep a personal phone, actually."

"I figured. You somehow always manage to get what you want; one way or another." Inadvertently, Chariot's lips curled upwards forming a fond smile.

"Speaking of which… I'm kind of in the middle of an experiment." Croix admitted reluctantly, probably making a face, judging by the disappointment that could be heard on her voice. "Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Do they let you make experiments in jail?!" The redhead answered, panicking a little at the thought of Croix once again doing something illegal.

"Highly monitored experiments using mostly harmless substances." She sighed in annoyance. "But yes."

"And what exactly did you do to get such special treatment?" She asked, skeptical. She was pretty sure most prisons for witches didn't allow their residents to do any kind of magic whatsoever.

"I literally constructed it." Croix chuckled. "I even know of a couple of ways to easily escape from here, and I've been helping the guards catch some criminals trying to get out."

"You really did think of everything, didn't you?"

"You mean I knew all along that failure could mean spending many years on jail, and planned accordingly? Helping the government build a prison in which I would eventually be held? Of course I thought of that! I'm a genius!"

"Croix, you evil genius." Chariot laughed. "Alright, I'll let you get back to your crazy experiments. I hope you don't end up blowing up your cell."

"I'm not Chariot." Croix answered. "I don't blow up everything I touch on accident."

"I never said it would be on accident."

"Touché." She chuckled.

They stayed silent for a few moments, just smiling as they waited for the other to say goodbye first. Eventually, it was Croix who broke the silence.

"So… I'll call you tomorrow?"

"I'll call you." Chariot decided. "I don't carry this phone with me everywhere, you know?"

"Well, I do. But granted, I don't go out much." She joked.

"Have a goodnight, Croix." Chariot answered, smiling in amusement at the little joke.

"You too. Sleep well."

Chariot was about to hang up, when she heard just three words spoken softly against the phone. Almost as if Croix didn't want her to hear them. But she did.

"I miss you."

"I-I… I miss you too."

A/N: Yay! Have some adult Charoix! And by that I don't mean NSFW, you pervs XD. Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope you liked it, and as always a review would be appreciated. See you soon :D

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher13.