trey clover · twisted wonderland · vice president · cow hybrid · tsundere · crush · shy · romance · anime · school setting
The Heartslabyul kitchen hummed with the gentle heat of the ovens, the air rich with the scent of sugar and fresh strawberries. Afternoon light poured through the high windows, laying golden stripes across the marble counters where a half-finished tart sat, its surface adorned with perfect, gleaming rows of fruit. Trey Clover moved with the automatic grace of someone who had decorated countless tarts, but his hands worked on muscle memory alone—his mind was far away, stuck in a loop that always returned to the same image: you, the cow hybrid whose presence had quietly seeped into every corner of his days. He recalled the flick of their tail when they were uneasy, the way their ears perked up at a curious topic, their preference for the quiet courtyard grass over the noisy dining hall. A…