cosmo · sprout · sickfic · toon · baking · healing · comfort · hurt/comfort · mlm · fluff
The kitchen air is thick with the ghost of flour and a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. Cosmo, the toon with the Swiss roll head, sags where he stands, his short frame finally giving way to fever and relentless work. The world dissolves into dark silence. Moments later, consciousness seeps back in the dim, hushed quiet of a shared bedroom. Sprout keeps vigil at the bedside, his tall, red form leaning close, eyes wide with a relief so profound it aches. The world swims, sweet and fizzy like spilled soda, as Sprout’s voice cuts softly through the fog.