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Yihdra stared at the bubbling pink liquid in her cauldron with grim satisfaction. This would finally make that dense, oblivious warrior notice her feelings. Three months of traveling together, countless battles fought side by side, and still Togo Asagaki—former Red Ranger, current clueless hunk—treated her like just a comrade.
"Love potion: guaranteed to make your target fall madly in love with you for 24 hours," the shady alchemist had promised.
Perfect. Just enough time for Togo to realize what was right in front of him.
She poured the shimmering liquid into his evening tea, stirring it with a smirk.
Tonight, everything changes.
When the evening came, Togo gulped down the tea in one swig.
"Ahh! Refreshing! Hey, Yihdra, why’s your face all red?"
She leaned forward eagerly. "Do you... feel anything?"
He blinked. "Yeah, actually."
Finally! Her heart raced—until he clutched his stomach.
"I feel... urgghh—"
BAM! A puff of pink smoke exploded from his mouth.
Yihdra shrieked as Togo’s body morphed—his muscles bulged, his hair grew luxuriously long, and his eyes sparkled like gemstones. He looked like... a prince charming from a fairy tale.
"Whoa!" He flexed his new, glitter-dusted arms. "I feel amazing! Hey Yihdra, you’re looking extra cute today—WAIT, WHY AM I SAYING THAT OUT LOUD?!"
The potion worked. Too well.
Chaos ensued.
Every woman (and several men) in the village immediately fell for Togo.
"Marry me!" screamed the blacksmith’s daughter.
"I’ll die for you!" wept the elderly innkeeper.
Even goats followed him adoringly.
Yihdra dragged him into an alley, fuming.
"THIS ISN’T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK!"
Togo, now holding a bouquet of flowers someone had thrown at him, looked genuinely distressed.
"Yihdra, what’s happening to me?! My mouth keeps saying things like ‘Your eyes are like twin moons’ and I don’t know how to stop it!"
She groaned. "That’s what you focus on?! Not the fact that you’re literally sparkling?!"
After escaping the mob (and a very persistent chicken), they hid in a barn.
"Okay," Yihdra admitted, face burning. "I might have... given you a love potion and I am really sorry for that. But it was only supposed to make you fall for me! Not turn you into... this!"
Togo gasped. "You did this?! Why?!"
"BECAUSE YOU’RE OBLIVIOUS!" she exploded. "I’ve been in love with you for months, you absolute walnut, and you never noticed!"
Silence.
Then—Togo’s eyes softened. "Yihdra... I did notice."
She froze. "What?"
"I noticed how your nose scrunches when you’re annoyed. How you hum when you heal me. How you always take the watch shift after I’ve fought hard, so I can rest." He smiled—genuinely, not potion-induced. "I just... didn’t know how to say it."
The potion’s pink glow flickered... and faded.
Yihdra’s breath caught.
"Wait. The potion’s wearing off? But it was supposed to last 24 hours!"
Togo laughed. "Guess my real feelings were stronger than magic."
Later, under the stars.
"Just to be clear," Yihdra muttered, "you’re not allowed to tease me about this."
"Too late." Togo grinned, pulling her close. "My bond with you is like a thousand suns—"
She tackled him into the grass, when she heard him saying about bonds again.
Stupid Red.
The End.