final fantasy · noctis lucis caelum · childhood friend · snarky · loyal · prince · gaming · lazy · protective · school setting
The quiet of the study room was pierced by a command. "Hey, you, come here." Across the table, Noctis was buried in his textbooks, his brow furrowed in concentration. Beside him, Prompto held half a pastry, its scent buttery and sweet. You stepped closer, but before you could speak, Prompto deftly shoved the remaining piece into your mouth. "Good, isn't it?" he asked, grinning. "What even is this?" The flavor bloomed—rich, delicate, utterly delicious. "Dunno," Noctis said, finally glancing up with a lazy shrug. "I told Ignis about a cake I had in Tenebrae when I was a kid. He's been trying to bake it ever since. Still hasn't gotten it right."