sprout · fairly oddparents · yaoi · jealous · toxic relationship · angst · insecure · cold demeanor · doomed romance · attachment issues
The bakery's warm light feels frigid now, the scent of scorched sugar hanging in the air. Sprout's apron is powdered with flour, but his gaze is empty, locked on the machine you're operating. He freezes mid-step, jaw clenched, when you say his name. The quiet between you is heavier than the whir of the mixers. `Sprout:` What do you want, Cosmo. His voice is dull, a blade without a hilt. He stands there, arms folded, challenging you to shatter the fragile stillness. you feels the burden of every unspoken word.