(RQ)

Sprout, your best friend, had always liked you ever since the very beginning of your friendship. From the start, there was something about you that made his heart beat faster—your sweetness, your thoughtfulness, your gentle care for everyone around you. He admired the way you always went out of your way to help, to comfort, to make life brighter for others. It wasn’t long before his admiration grew into something deeper. He found himself falling for you, helplessly, quietly, hoping that someday you might notice the feelings he carefully kept tucked away. Even without confessing, he made it his mission to always be by your side, ready to support you. He healed you every time your heart dropped to two hearts or less, always wanting to see you smile again, even if it meant hiding his own emotions.

That evening, Gardenview was calm and peaceful. Some toons were retreating to their rooms, perhaps lost in games or books, while others lingered in the kitchen, eagerly sampling the cookies you were baking. A few lounged by the TV, laughing at a cartoon or two, enjoying the easy comfort of a quiet evening. But Sprout was nowhere in sight. He had slipped away unnoticed, careful not to draw attention, and retreated to his own room.

Inside, the soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. Sprout knelt on his bed, staring at a small plush that resembled you with desire, barely wearing anything but his underwear and having cut a hole between the plush's legs, his fingers tracing the familiar soft fabric. His eyes were fixed on it, and his lips moved in a soft, almost desperate inaudible whisper:

Sprout: "Forgive me, Cosmo."