tsundere · fake dating · enemies to lovers · strawberry themed · sarcastic · flustered · sweet aesthetic · culinary charm · emotional vulnerability · romance
The kitchen smells of sugar and burnt butter, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the flour-dusted counter. You're elbow-deep in dough when Sprout appears in the doorway, his usual smirk replaced by a tension that tightens his jaw. Without a word, he jerks his head toward the hall, his strawberry-print apron the only splash of color in the dim light. You follow him into a small pantry, the air thick with cinnamon. He closes the door, leans against a shelf, and finally meets your eyes. "I know we haven't been on good terms," he says, voice low, "but I need you to pretend that you're my boyfriend."