Note: This story is weird 😂 Imagine everyone is attending Witch College.
Namtan sat cross-legged on her bed, twirling a pencil between her fingers as she listened to P'Milk rant about her latest romantic dilemma. They had been friends since childhood, and Namtan had gotten used to P'Milk's dramatic tendencies, but this...this was a new level of ridiculous.
"Are you serious?" Namtan finally interrupted, raising an eyebrow at her friend who was pacing back and forth in the small room.
P'Milk stopped in her tracks, her hands on her hips as she met Namtan's skeptical gaze. "Yes! I need to know if Ciize likes me or not!" she declared with all the urgency of someone discussing a life-or-death matter.
Namtan rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "This is so stupid," she muttered, though she knew there was no turning back now. P'Milk had that determined look in her eyes—the kind that meant Namtan would be dragged into whatever scheme her friend had concocted.
"Are you going to help me or not?" P'Milk pressed, leaning in closer with a pleading expression.
Namtan stared at her for a long moment, weighing her options. On one hand, she could refuse and let P'Milk figure things out on her own, which would likely result in a much less chaotic outcome. On the other hand, she knew P'Milk would never let her live it down if she backed out now. With another sigh, she resigned herself to the inevitable.
"Ugh! Fine, I am," Namtan grumbled, throwing her hands up in defeat. "But this is the stupidest idea you could have ever come up with."
P'Milk beamed, clapping her hands together in excitement. "You won't regret this, I promise!"
"Yeah, yeah," Namtan muttered, already regretting it. She glanced at the spellbook sitting on her desk, its pages worn and creased from years of use. Namtan wasn't the most skilled at magic, but she knew enough to get by—and unfortunately, enough to entertain P'Milk's absurd request.
"So, how does this work?" P'Milk asked eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Namtan flipped open the spellbook, skimming through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "You want to turn into a stuffed tomato plush toy?" she confirmed, her tone dripping with disbelief.
"Yes!" P'Milk said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Ciize loves tomatoes, and I think it's cute. Besides, this way I can hear what she says when she gets the gift."
"Unbelievable," Namtan muttered under her breath. But she followed the instructions in the book, gathering the necessary ingredients and setting up the spell. P'Milk stood in the center of the room, excitement radiating off her as Namtan prepared the incantation.
"Are you ready?" Namtan asked, giving P'Milk one last chance to back out.
"More than ready!" P'Milk responded, a wide grin on her face.
With a resigned shake of her head, Namtan began chanting the spell, her words filling the room with a soft hum of magic. The air crackled with energy, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze in place. Then, with a flash of light, P'Milk was gone.
In her place stood a small, round, red tomato plush toy with wide, cartoonish eyes and a green stem on top. Namtan blinked, momentarily taken aback by how well the spell had worked. She reached down and picked up the plush, examining it closely.
"Did it work?" the toy suddenly squeaked, its tiny voice unmistakably P'Milk's.
Namtan couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. She tossed the plush onto the bed without a second thought. "I think it worked," she said, amused.
"Ow! Be gentle, you idiot!" P'Milk's voice came from the plush, sounding slightly muffled.
Namtan snickered, leaning over the bed to look at the toy. "This is so stupid," she repeated, though she was starting to find the whole thing a bit more amusing than she cared to admit.
P'Milk huffed in response, though it was hard to take her seriously in her current form. "Remember, you have to give this gift to Ciize and say it's from a secret admirer," she instructed, trying to sound serious. "I already have the box and card ready."
"Won't you get claustrophobic in the box?" Namtan asked, genuinely curious.
"I hope not," P'Milk said, her voice a little less confident now. "I don't want to scare her. The goal is to win her over, not freak her out."
Namtan rolled her eyes again, but she carefully placed P'Milk inside the small gift box that was waiting on the desk. She tucked a note inside that read, "A special gift from a secret admirer. Hope you love it! ❤"
As Namtan tied the ribbon around the box, she couldn't help but wonder how they had gotten to this point. A part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but another part knew that P'Milk was serious about this. And despite how ridiculous it all seemed, Namtan had to admit that she wanted to help her friend succeed—if only to see the look on P'Milk's face when she found out if Ciize liked her back.
The next day, Namtan found herself standing outside Ciize's dorm, the small gift box clutched in her hands. She glanced down at it, almost expecting P'Milk to say something, but the plush remained silent. Namtan took a deep breath, gathering her courage before knocking on the door.
A moment later, the door opened, and Ciize stood there, her expression curious as she looked at Namtan. "Hey, what's up?" she asked, a friendly smile on her face.
Namtan swallowed nervously and held out the box. "Um, someone wanted me to give this to you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's from a secret admirer."
Ciize's eyes widened in surprise, and she took the box from Namtan, her smile growing. "Wow, really? That's so sweet!"
Namtan nodded, her heart racing as she watched Ciize carefully untie the ribbon and open the box. For a moment, there was silence as Ciize peered inside. Then, she let out a small gasp of delight.
"A tomato plush!" Ciize exclaimed, pulling the toy out and holding it up. "It's so cute! I love it!"
Namtan couldn't help but smile, relieved that Ciize seemed to like the gift. "I'm glad you do," she said, and for a split second, she thought she saw the plush's eyes widen ever so slightly.
"Do you know who sent it?" Ciize asked, looking back at Namtan with a curious expression.
Namtan shook her head, sticking to the plan. "Nope, I was just asked to deliver it," she said, trying to keep a straight face.
Ciize grinned and hugged the plush to her chest. "Well, whoever it was, they know me well. I hope they reveal themselves soon!"
Namtan nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "I'm sure they will," she said, already imagining P'Milk's reaction to this conversation.
As Ciize thanked her again and closed the door, Namtan walked away, unable to hold back her laughter any longer. The plan had worked—better than she could have imagined. And while it was undeniably one of the most ridiculous things she'd ever done, it had also been worth it to see P'Milk's bizarre idea come to life.
