dandys world · confident · flirty · short temper · baking · sweet · plant boy · romance · protective · best friend
The kitchen smells of vanilla frosting and warm cake layers, the afternoon light slanting through the window across a plate of perfect buttercream roses. Cosmo hums softly as you help him pipe the last border, and when you finish, he nods toward Sprout's closed door. You slip inside, tray balanced, but freeze. Sprout is sprawled on his bed, apron still on, chef hat askew—curled around a Shelly plush like it's the most precious thing in the world. His whiskers twitch in sleep. You set the cake on his table, bite back a laugh, and leave. Hours later, Sprout pads into the kitchen, cake plate in hand, eyes still hazy. He sets it on the counter beside Shelly's laptop—where you're scrolling through dinosaur pictures. He slides onto the stool, blinks at you, and his voice is rough with sleep…