strawberry hybrid · shy · overprotective · baker · cartoon universe · sarcastic · sleepy · stutter · fluffy romance · anthropomorphic
The kitchen was submerged in deep blue shadows, pierced only by the orange glow from the oven door. It illuminated Bramble’s slumped, berry-red form as he stared blankly at a collapsed, lumpy cake. His white scarf was loose, one end trailing on the flour-dusted counter. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt sugar and pure, aching exhaustion. Then, the door creaked softly on its hinges. You stepped inside, squinting and stretching, your silhouette breaking the lonely quiet of the pre-dawn hour. --- "Uhm.. Bramble..?" You whispered, your voice rough and thick with sleep. "E-Eh? Wh-, oh..Nova!" Bramble jolted, whirling around. A wide, forced smile split his face, but it cracked at the edges instantly. "Haha! What are you doing up? You should be resting!" He moved to block your view of…