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WHUMPTOBER DAY 19: Floral Bouquet | Psychological | "I'm not as stupid as you think I am"
Yuuga has a secret admirer, his friends say.
More like a secret enemy.
Notes:
I had lots of fun writing this one, even though it wasn't in my original whumptober plans!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Work Text:
Yuuga pulls his coat closer as he walks across campus, thankful for the thermos of fresh tea warming his hands. Ashido had rejected the blend for being slightly bitter, but it’s just fine for his taste if he adds milk and honey. The November weather is dismal, but he brightens the day with his very being.
As he arrives to class– fashionably late, but not tardy, because Aizawa-sensei hated when they were tardy– there’s a small group gathered around his desk. This isn’t out of the ordinary. His desk is closest to the door, and people tend to just stop once they enter. The fact that they’re giggling at something on his desk, however, gives him pause.
Did someone leave him a present?
“And what have we here?” he asks the group of girls– Ashido, Yaomomo, and Hagakure, with Tsuyu back at her own desk.
“Someone’s got a secret admirer!” Hagakure sings. Ashido nods. She can’t seem to stop giggling.
The girls part and let him view his desk– there’s a pink and yellow bouquet sitting right on top.
Yuuga’s breath catches, but he doesn’t let his smile drop. A secret admirer, for him?
It has to be a joke.
He picks up the bouquet– there’s only two types of flowers, and they’re not ones usually given romantically. It looks like amaranth and what seems to be daffodils.
“Not surprising at all,” he says. “Who wouldn’t fall for someone like myself, after all?” He examines the flowers, then the desk. “Ah, was there a note?”
Yaomomo smiles. “That would rather beat the point of it being a secret admirer, would it not?”
Does she know something? She doesn’t seem like the type to be in on a fake confession prank. It seems a bit mean spirited for any of the girls, actually.
He smiles wider. “I suppose it would! But how would I thank my admirer if I don’t know who they are?”
Ashido finally calms down– sort of. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see! Who knows, maybe there’s more coming.”
He sets the bouquet to the side of his desk. “I suppose it’s possible. For now, though, I believe class is about to start, oui?”
Sure enough, Aizawa-sensei rises behind his podium, and the girls scatter. Yuuga sips at his tea as he prepares his notebooks and colorful gel pens for class.
There are eyes on him from across the room. Yaomomo, maybe? It seems to be that direction.
He just hopes it’s not Mineta.
After school, once he’s back in his room, there’s a… curiosity brewing. He goes to his bookshelf and slides out a weathered tome:
Victorian Flower Language
He used to be obsessed with it in middle school, trying to read into every flower-filled media he saw. He even practiced while getting bouquets for Maman at the florist. Once he began studying for UA, and everything with “Uncle”, he lost time for that sort of thing, but he’s glad now that he brought the book with him.
Amaranth has a few meanings, as it turns out. He googles the specific kind, and makes sure about the daffodils as well– they’re narcissus flowers, as it turns out. Such a strange combination.
This type of amaranth is called “cockscomb” and according to the book, it represents “foppery and affectation.” Narcissus represents “egotism”. huh.
Surely it’s a coincidence, not many people in Japan know Victorian flower language. It would be a strange message from a secret admirer.
Although, if it’s supposed to be a prank, it certainly hits its mark. It’s not like his persona is the most humble of characters, but he likes to think he gets along with most of his classmates. Who would do something like that, with flower language of all things?
His mind briefly lands on Monoma, but that’s much too subtle for him.
It’s most likely a coincidence. He shouldn’t put too much thought into it.
He gets out his homework instead.
Two days after the bouquet on his desk, he’s changing out of his hero costume after class. His stomach is rather upset from all his quirk use, so he takes a drink of tea to soothe it.
He’s absolutely exhausted, so the thing falling out of his locker and onto his head takes him by surprise.
It’s another bouquet– this one is purple, mostly, with some pink. He doesn’t quite recognize the blooms at first glance.
The boys gather around him as he searches yet again for a card– nothing.
“I wish girls would send me flowers,” Mineta whines. Everyone ignores him.
“It wasn’t any of us, right guys?” Kirishima asks. Everyone shakes their heads. “Then how did it even get in here?”
“Who fucking cares?” Bakugou demands. “So glitter-brain is getting flowers. This affects us how?”
“Aw,” Kaminari says, “don’t be jealous, Kacchan. I’m sure somebody will love you someday.” He then has to run before Bakugou murders him.
Yuuga finishes changing and walks out of the locker room next to Midoriya.
Midoriya hums. “Two weird bouquets, neither of them with cards? Seems a bit suspicious– not that no one would have a reason to like you, I mean! I just think-”
“It might not be what everyone thinks it is,” Yuuga finishes. “I agree, mon ami , but I might just be paranoid, non? ”
“Your cheese messages were clearly from you, at least. I have no idea who would do this.”
Yuuga yawns and nods. The sooner the school day is over, the better.
He brings the tome back out and googles the flowers.
The first one he finds is foxglove, which means “insincerity”. It’s not a promising start.
The next one he identifies as nightshade, which means “truth”.
Truth and insincerity. It’s really not looking like a coincidence anymore.
He checks the third flower– oleander, which means-
Oleander means “beware”.
Insincerity. Truth. Beware.
Is this… is this a threat? Does someone know that he’s-?
Impossible. That, at least, has to be a coincidence.
Foxglove rings a bell. He googles it again, before dropping the bouquet.
Foxglove is poisonous .
He googles the other two.
Someone is sending him poisonous, threatening bouquets– who the hell has it out for him that badly?!
The warm tea is his only friend that morning. He didn’t sleep at all the night before, terrified that his brief contact with the flowers would somehow kill him. It didn’t, obviously, but he wanders bleary-eyed towards the classroom anyway.
Ashido is chatting with another student outside the classroom– based on the uniform, they’re in General Studies. They have blue skin, green hair, and, notably, antlers– and a flower in their hair.
She seems to be trying to persuade them to do something, but they leave as soon as he gets close enough to hear the conversation.
Ashido stomps her foot. “Damnit, Kaoru- oh, hey!” She walks into class with him. “What’s up- oh man, Aoyama, you’re looking a bit-”
“Rough?” he finishes. She nods. “It’s that bouquet I got yesterday. I simply could not sleep a wink.”
“Too excited?” Ashido teases.
“Afraid, actually. I think someone is threatening me.”
Why is he being so blunt? It must be the exhaustion.
She gapes at him. “Threats? No, no, no, those bouquets are totally romantic! Why would they be threats?”
Sensei calls the class before he can explain. He drinks his tea in silence.
He blinks, and the period is over. He must’ve nodded off– did he snore? He hopes he didn’t snore. It’s surprising that Sensei didn’t wake him, he can’t exactly hide in the first row.
He blinks again. His vision isn’t any clearer than it had been, and that’s… concerning. He’s a bit nauseated as well. Is he getting sick?
He glances at Aizawa-sensei, who nods back. He was definitely noticed. He must look awful if even Sensei let him sleep. Still, he doesn’t have congestion or a cough, nothing disruptive, so he’ll see how he’s feeling after lunch. Maybe then he’ll go to Recovery Girl.
“Are you ready?” Midoriya asks.
Yuuga’s been eating with him and his friends for the past few weeks, and it’s been nice. They’re kind people, kinder than Yuuga thinks he deserves, but he’s slowly allowing himself to reach out to his classmates. It’s good. No one even makes fun of his lunches.
The others are already in the cafeteria. It’s just himself and Midoriya. His heart speeds up just a bit.
Yuuga grabs his lunch bag and starts the walk to lunch, Midoriya at his side.
“I forgot to mention,” Yuuga says, “we were right about the bouquets. Definitely suspicious. I, ah, looked up the meanings of the flowers. The first batch was somewhat insulting, but the one from yesterday– I think it was a threat.”
Midoriya furrows his brow. “A threat via flowers? I’ve seen something similar, with that thing where someone puts funeral flowers on your- I mean, someone’s desk, but this seems kind of… complex? Not that I don’t believe you-”
Yuuga shakes his head. “I tried to tell myself it was a coincidence, but the messages make too much sense. Plus, the one from yesterday– foxglove, nightshade, and oleander– they’re all poisonous.”
Midoriya stops, shocked. “ Poisonous? We need to go tell someone, right now. If someone is threatening you-”
“Mon ami, it’s fine. They’re just flowers, and I realized before I handled them too much. We don’t need to bother anyone about this.”
“You’re sure? Haven’t you been sick all day?”
“It’s not related. It started before the bouquet, I believe. I’m just coming down with something.”
They reach the lunch room. Someone knocks into him as they pass through the doorway, but he only gets a glimpse of something green. People can be so rude.
They can talk more after lunch.
He almost falls asleep at the lunch table. He’s too nauseated to eat, and the others keep shooting him worried glances. He’s not his usual, bubbly self, and everyone has noticed.
The buzz of the room around him is soothing, too soothing, and he closes his eyes just for a second. Midoriya has to shake him awake.
When they get back to the classroom, Aizawa-sensei pulls him aside. “If you’re sick, you should go to Recovery Girl. You’re obviously not doing any learning in this state.”
Yuuga shakes his head. “I don’t need Recovery Girl, I just- I didn’t sleep well. I promise I’m fine.”
Sensei glares at him. “I know what sleep deprivation looks like, and this is something else. You’re not fine , Aoyama. Go pack up and I’ll have someone walk you to your room. I’ll check on you again after class.”
Alright, maybe he could use some rest. He grabs his lunch bag off his desk and unzips his book bag to put it away.
He’s met with petals.
Another bouquet is in his book bag, this one also yellow with purple, spiky flowers intermixed.
Why is someone doing this?!
“Aoyama?” Ashido is staring up at him from her desk, right behind his. He can’t quite read the emotion on her face. “You look really pale…”
“More.” He manages to squeeze the words out, but it’s much harder than it should be. “More flowers, why?”
The room is spinning around him. Everything is too bright and yellow-tinged. He slams a hand down hard on his desk to steady himself.
“Aoyama!” someone says. Their voice is so far away.
Someone manages to catch him before he hits the ground. He’s out before he can see who.
Yuuga wakes so slowly that he’s not sure he’s awake at all. His eyes are too heavy to open, his limbs too heavy to move. He can vaguely twitch his fingers, and then his hand.
There’s a machine beeping in his room, and it kind of sounds like a heart monitor. That’s weird.
He finally manages to pry his eyes open.
He’s in the medical wing. That is a heart monitor.
Why is he on a heart monitor?
His voice doesn’t work when he tries to call out for Recovery Girl. Something pulls on his hand when he tries to sit up– an IV. It’s connected to a drip bag, but he can’t read the label. It’s mostly empty.
How long was he asleep?
Eventually, Recovery Girl comes back with a clipboard. She’s frowning at it, which can’t be a good sign. She seems almost surprised to find him awake.
“How are you feeling, dear?” she asks.
Yuuga shakes his head. He’s less dizzy than he had been, at least, but he still feels like shit.
Recovery girl hums. “Understandable. Do you remember what happened?”
The flowers. He found more damned flowers in his backpack, but that’s probably not what she wants to hear. “I was sick,” he croaks out, wincing at his own voice. “Did I faint?”
She nods. “You did. We’re still trying to figure out exactly why, but… are you on any medications that I’m not aware of? Anything for your heart?”
“No, nothing like that. Is there something wrong with my heart?”
She doesn’t answer, instead making notes on his chart. “Do you take potassium supplements?”
“Any family history of kidney disease?”
“No, Madame.” What is going on?
“Have you been drinking water regularly?”
Has he? He wants to say yes, but he’s mostly been drinking that tea lately. Tea has water, right? “I suppose?”
Recovery Girl sighs. “You’re hyperkalemic– you have too much potassium in your system. RIght now, I’m trying to identify the cause. If you think of anything, let me know.”
There’s only been the flowers, and he highly doubts it was them. He hasn’t been eating them.
“You’ve worried your class sick, you know, and apparently other students as well. I had to chase Midoriya away from here so that I could treat you.”
Midoriya tried to stay? His face flushes.
“You had a delivery as well, from an anonymous student. Someone in General Studies, I think. I’ll go get it.”
A General Studies student? The only one he can think of is the one who mind controlled him in the Sports Festival– Shinsou? – but what could he possibly want?
She returns with a vase, and Yuuga’s heart drops.
It’s filled with red and white flowers.
“They must have some crush on you,” she says. “They wouldn’t give me their name, but if you want, I can give you a description.”
He shakes his head, ears ringing.
He sits silently as she checks his vitals and takes more blood. Then she’s gone, and he’s alone again.
His phone is on a table nearby. He reaches for it with shaking hands.
His lock screen is full of well-wishes from classmates, but he quickly swipes to his messages with Midoriya.
> Bring the book from the desk in my room when you visit, s’il vous plaît. I have received more flowers.
As he types, the head of one of the red flowers falls onto his lap, severed from its body.
He needs the book soon.
Midoriya pales when he sees the vase at Yuuga’s bedside. “How did they know…?”
Yuuga shakes his head. “I don’t know. I just want to know what they mean.”
First, they look up the backpack bouquet.
Scotch thistle: retaliation.
Midoriya pauses when he reaches wild tansy in the book. He glances at the vase.
Wild tansy: “I declare war against you.”
“How lovely. I don’t even know what I did to this person, and they’ve declared war against me.
Then they find the most recent flowers.
Camellia japonica, red: unpretending excellence?
White chrysanthemum: truth?
They didn’t fit with the rest of the flowers. Their meanings seemed almost random.
“Maybe they’re genuine, and whoever sent them had terrible timing.”
Midoriya shakes his head. “It’s a big coincidence, especially with white chrysanthemums being-”
Does he know something?
“What’s wrong with white chrysanthemums?” Yuuga asks.
“They’re… funeral flowers. If someone leaves funeral flowers on your desk, then they wish you were dead.”
Yuuga’s stomach churns. “What about the camellias?”
They try google instead of the book. The first result?
Red camellias: love?
“That can’t be it,” Midoriya mumbles.
They scroll down more, and Yuuga sees it.
“Among warriors and samurai,” he reads aloud, “the red camellia symbolized a noble death. They don’t make good presents for people who are sick or injured because of the way the flowers ‘behead’ themselves when they die.”
He picks up the camellia head that fell into his lap.
Someone wants him dead. They want him dead.
“What did I do?” he mumbles. “Why would someone hate me this much?”
Insults, poisonous flowers, declarations of war, and now outright death threats.
His hands aren’t clean, he knows that. There’s so much that he regrets from this school year alone. But how would anyone else know about that? If it’s not connected, is he just that unlikeable as a person?
“Hey,” Midoriya says, “whoever’s doing this, we’ll find them. I promise it’s not your fault.”
Yuuga shakes his head.
“Can we get rid of these now?” Midoriya asks. He picks up the vase, moving to throw the flowers away.
Something falls from the bottom of the vase and flutters onto the bed.
Come meet me in the garden this evening , it says. I’ll be waiting 🌹
There’s no name signed.
“I’m telling Aizawa-sensei,” Midoriya says. “This is going way too far.”
“Wait,” Yuuga says. “I want to meet them.”
Midoriya stares at him. “Um, no. This person is threatening you-”
“With flowers, ” Yuuga interrupts. “You really think Sensei is going to take that seriously?”
“No. All we have is Victorian flower language for evidence, there’s not a chance. We need to talk to the culprit, procure a confession, then it’ll be something usable.”
“I’m going with you. I don’t want you alone with this person when you’re already not feeling well.”
Yuuga smiles. “I appreciate that. However, I want you to stay out of sight. There’s a chance that they don’t know we’re onto them, and we don’t want to scare them away.”
So, they have some semblance of a plan. Now Yuuga just needs to figure out what to wear.
Honestly, Yuuga’s not certain why the culprit would want to meet in the garden. It’s a cold, November evening, and surely the flowers would be long wilted.
Surprisingly, there are still pops of color among the maze-like garden. Yuuga recognizes the chrysanthemums– in more colors than just white– and red flowers that Midoriya nervously describes as spider lilies. More funeral flowers, apparently.
As he gets closer to the center, without Midoriya, more flowers appear– narcissus, amaranth, nightshade, tansy, thistle, oleander, trefoil, camellias. These, mostly, are out of season. They shouldn’t be growing.
Finally, he reaches a clearing with a few sets of tables and chairs. There’s someone sitting at one of the tables– they have long green hair, blue skin, and antlers.
They spot him immediately, and a smile stretches across their face. They stand to greet him.
“Welcome,” they chirp, “I’m Hagihara Kaoru, and I know who you are, Aoyama! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”
“The pleasure is mine, Hagihara, I assure you.” He shakes their hand– gloved, but that makes sense with the weather. “You’re the one who has been sending me those lovely bouquets?”
Hagihara giggles. “That’s me! I’m so glad you liked them! I’m a little surprised to see you here, though. I heard from Mina that you weren’t feeling well.”
“Oh, just a little under the weather, that’s all! Nothing that could keep me from meeting you.”
They bat their eyelashes. “I’m so happy to hear that. Oh! I know it’s cold, so I brought some tea for us!” They pull out a thermos and two mugs, pouring some for him and some for themself. “The blend is a bit bitter, so I went ahead and sweetened it for us. I hope you don’t mind!”
“Not at all,” he says, and takes a sip. The taste is familiar. “Is this the same tea that I got from Ashido?”
Hagihara nods. “It comes from the same place, yes. I like mine just a little stronger.”
“So,” Yuuga says, “why don’t you tell me about yourself? You seem to know about me, and I’m afraid I’m at a disadvantage.”
Their eyes widen behind their glasses. “Oh, me? I didn’t think- well, I guess I can start! I’m in class 1-D, even though I tried, like, super hard at the entrance exam. I’m sure it must’ve been easy for you, but some of us really struggled!”
Yuuga nods.”Those robots were quite the handful. What is your quirk, by the way?”
Hagihara giggles again. “You mean you haven’t figured it out?” They gesture at the garden around them. “I make flowers grow! Any kind, any weather– it’s how I was able to put together those bouquets for you. I noticed you at the Sports Festival, you see, and I just couldn’t stop watching! Your performance was just– wow!”
The Sports Festival? Yuuga was one of the worst performers in the course!
He takes another sip of tea. “What took you so long to approach, if I might ask?”
Hagihara plays with their ponytail. “I’m just, like, so shy. It took a ton of nerve to get even this far, y’know? Even with Mina encouraging me to act on my crush . She’s been such a big help these past few days.”
So that’s why Ashido kept insisting it was romantic, and how the bouquets kept getting places.
“So she knows?” he asks.
“Oh, she doesn’t know everything, but she’s just so sweet! She wanted to help so badly.”
Something isn’t right. What’s Hagihara’s goal in all of this? Are they both pretending Yuuga doesn’t know what the bouquets meant, or was he really not supposed to find out?
It’s time to start pushing.
“I do wonder what inspired the combinations of the bouquets,” he says, taking another sip of tea. His head is starting to feel a bit funny. Maybe he shouldn’t have rushed out of the medical wing. “They’re such lovely groupings, but rather unusual, don’t you think?”
Hagihara smiles. “They’re just some of my favorites, is all! Growing up with a flower quirk made me so curious about all the different kinds, and I like to mix and match.”
“Really, that’s all? No thoughts as to, say… meanings?”
Their smile strains. “Meanings?”
Yuuga’s smile grows. “I love flowers myself, actually. I even had a phase in middle school where I was obsessed with Victorian flower language. I’m sure you’ve come across it in your research, mon cheri. ”
“Then I believe we should both cut our bullshit, non? ” He downs the rest of his cup. “We both know what the bouquets really meant. I’m not quite as stupid as you think I am.”
It’s supposed to be intimidating, but Hagihara starts to laugh.
“Oh, you’re stupid. Maybe you figured out the flowers, but that didn’t stop you from drinking poisoned tea for over a week.”
They dump their untouched mug onto the dead grass next to the table.
Yuuga stands, but the world is spinning again. He has to steady himself on the table.
He’s going to be sick.
“You really didn’t even suspect about the tea? Wow. You really are some rich, pompous dumbass who just happened to luck his way into the top hero school in the country. I bet Daddy bought your spot for you. Some of us had to work to get to where we are, you know.”
Yuuga is shivering, but not from the chill. His limbs quiver with the effort of keeping himself upright.
“You-” he gasps, “why would you-?”
“Because you’re the exact type of person I hate , and with you gone, the spot will go to someone who actually deserves it. Sure, there are other snobs in your class, but they actually have talent. You’re the weakest in your class, and one of the dumbest. I’d hoped the bouquets would distract you, but they worked even better than I could’ve expected!”
The night is yellow-tinged and Yuuga falls to his knees beside the table.
Hagihara crouches next to him and holds up a bunch of flowers, purple and bell-shaped.
“Look familiar? I only put a little bit in the tea, of course- it was so easy to convince Mina it was a gift for you, from a secret admirer. The batch you just had was much, much stronger.”
His heart is pounding– he can’t reach his phone to alert Midoriya.
They stand and turn to leave, dropping the foxglove. “I imagine it’ll take a while for them to find you out here. Goodbye, Aoyama. Or should I say, au revoir .”
No, they shouldn’t say that, because that would mean that they intend to see him again, which they obviously don’t.
He sways to the side and lands fully in the grass. All he can do is watch Hagihara walk away.
The last thing he sees before his vision goes dark is black and white tendrils reaching towards them.
The beeping is back. It’s a lot slower, but it’s definitely back. After a while, Yuuga opens his eyes.
He’s back in the medical wing. A blanket is pulled over him, but he’s still cold. Something is pressed over his face, blowing air at him. A breathing mask?
“Aoyama?” someone says.
He turns his head.
“Midori-” he coughs.
Midoriya drops his phone. “Don’t talk, uh, I’ll get Recovery Girl. I want you to know that she’s, like, really mad at us. But it’s fine. I’ll be right back.
He runs off and comes back seconds later, Recovery Girl and Aizawa-sensei following. They do look mad.
Recovery Girl crosses her arms and glares at him. “You, young man, are incredibly lucky to be awake right now. I cannot believe you would leave my infirmary just to go and poison yourself even harder. Yes, I know it was another student, but you do not leave here without clearing it with me. You will stay in that bed until I say otherwise. You will not talk until I allow you to. Is that clear?”
… is he supposed to respond? He nods just to be safe.
“Good.” She takes a deep breath, in and out. “I’m glad you’re alright, but we don’t need anymore Midoriyas running around.”
Midoriya ducks his head but doesn’t disagree.
Aizawa-sensei steps forward. “My turn. Aoyama, if you suspect that you are being threatened, no matter how unusual the method, go to a teacher. I wouldn’t turn you away for something like that, no good hero would. It’s our job to keep you safe. If Midoriya hadn’t gotten me, he wouldn’t have been able to both restrain Hagihara and bring you to Recovery Girl. There was likely enough information already to pin them as a suspect, so that entire ploy was completely unnecessary.”
Yuuga nods. It seems obvious when he puts it like that.
“Hagihara has been expelled and arrested. They will no longer be threatening anyone.” Sensei rubs his hand across his temple. “This class, I swear -”
“Enough, Aizawa,” Recovery Girl says. “The boy needs his rest. You,” she points at Midoriya, “keep an eye on him. Don’t stress him out.”
Then the teachers are gone, and he and Midoriya are alone.
Midoriya scratches the back of his neck. “Well, that could’ve been worse. The lecture, I mean, not the poison. The poison was pretty bad. I can’t believe we missed that. Oh!”
He rummages around his bag and comes back with a flat box tied with ribbon.
“These are from Ashido! She says ‘sorry I accidentally helped someone try to kill you.’ She wanted to be here, but Sensei gave her detention.” He shows off the box.
“I know you can’t eat these right now, but I’ll make sure no one else takes them!”
Yuuga smiles. Maybe he didn’t have a secret admirer. But he had someone here with him anyway.
When he asks Midoriya on a date, though, it won’t be with flowers.
Notes:
Hehe, did the twist get you? I'd love to hear what you thought!
Series this work belongs to:
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> Bring the book from the desk in my room when you visit, s’il vous plaît. I have received more flowers.
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Reviews for "Magic Power Stain Remover: The Key to Stain-free Living"
- Jane - 2 stars - I was really excited to try the Magic Power Stain Remover because I had heard such great things about it. However, I was very disappointed with the results. It didn't remove the stains from my clothes as effectively as I had hoped. I followed the instructions carefully and even tried using more product, but it still didn't work. I ended up having to use a different stain remover to get the stains out. I won't be repurchasing this product.
- Chris - 2 stars - I bought the Magic Power Stain Remover thinking it would work miracles on my laundry stains, but it fell short of my expectations. It claims to be a powerful stain remover, but in reality, it didn't seem to make much of a difference. I tried it on a variety of stains, from food to ink, and it didn't completely remove any of them. I found myself having to use additional stain removers or resorting to old-fashioned scrubbing to get the stains out. I wouldn't recommend this product.
- Sarah - 1 star - I regret purchasing the Magic Power Stain Remover. It was completely ineffective in removing stains from my clothes. I followed the instructions carefully and even let it soak for the recommended amount of time, but the stains remained. I'm very disappointed with this product and feel like I wasted my money. I will not be using it again.
- Mike - 1 star - The Magic Power Stain Remover did absolutely nothing to remove the stains from my clothes. I tried it on different fabrics and stains, but it had no effect whatsoever. I don't understand how it is marketed as a powerful stain remover when it doesn't deliver any results. I would not recommend this product to anyone looking for an effective stain remover. Save your money and look for a different brand.