(cosmo x gigi | revamped !) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

「 The little kitchen in Gardenview was always brighter when Cosmo was in it. Sunlight filtered through the windows, turning the flour in the air into tiny, drifting stars. The counters were cluttered in a charming kind of way—bowls, measuring cups, open jars of sugar and sprinkles scattered like confetti. Everything smelled sweet, warm, and alive. It was a place where time moved slower, and laughter tended to linger. 」

「 Cosmo stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up and apron tied too tightly, brow furrowed in quiet focus as he stirred a bowl of cookie dough. His translucent dome caught the light just right, gleaming faintly as though the sunlight itself enjoyed watching him work. Every motion was careful, deliberate—like the recipe was a spell he was afraid to break. 」

「 And across from him, perched lazily on the counter, sat Gigi. Her cyan sweater swallowed her hands completely, the yellow star at her chest gleaming faintly as she leaned forward to watch him. There was something endlessly entertaining about how serious he got when baking. The way his eyes narrowed at the mixing bowl, how his fingers tapped the spoon in rhythm—it made her grin. 」

「 Every now and then, she’d reach over and ‘borrow’ something. A sprinkle jar here, a spoon there, a stray piece of chocolate that mysteriously vanished before Cosmo could notice. She wasn’t helping much—but she was having fun watching him try to pretend he didn’t notice her little heists. He glanced at her once, then again, shyly this time. And that was all it took for her to smile—a slow, teasing kind of smile that didn’t quite reach her voice when she spoke. 」

「 COSMO 」: “Gigi… did you just take another chocolate chip?” His voice carried that careful, almost musical tone of patience wearing thin.

「 GIGI 」: “Mmh. Borrowed.” She said it without missing a beat, tossing one into her mouth, her lips curling into a tiny grin. “You’ve got plenty anyway.”

「 Cosmo sighed, though a smile tugged at his face as he set the bowl down. There was no point in arguing with her. Gigi was like glitter—mischievous, hard to contain, and impossible to stay mad at. 」

「 COSMO 」: “Could you at least pass me the vanilla, sweetheart? Before you ‘borrow’ that too.”

「 The word ‘sweetheart’ made her heart skip, though she masked it well with a playful hum. Gigi picked up the little bottle and stretched her arm out slowly, teasingly, until their fingers brushed. That tiny touch lingered longer than necessary, and when Cosmo looked up, she was already smiling at him with that sly softness she always wore when she had him flustered. 」

「 GIGI 」: “You’re so serious when you bake,” she murmured. “It’s cute.”

「 COSMO 」: “It’s important! If I mess up the measurements, they’ll come out weird.”

「 GIGI 」: “So you mean if I distract you…” Gigi tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness.

「 COSMO 」: “…Then they’ll taste like trouble.”

「 GIGI 」: “Good. I like trouble.” Her grin widened.

「 Cosmo pretended to ignore her, focusing on mixing, but his tail swished faintly, betraying him. Gigi slid down from the counter and padded closer, the scent of sugar and dough wrapping around them like a blanket. She leaned in slightly, just enough that her voice softened to a whisper. 」

「 GIGI 」: “You know…” she murmured, “you work too hard for someone who won’t even give me a kiss for luck.”

「 Cosmo froze, spoon mid-stir. The color in his face deepened, a soft pink rising through the glass of his dome. Gigi tilted her head, enjoying every second of his silence. The scent of warm dough filled the air, and she leaned in just a little closer, her tone dipping lower. 」

「 He blinked, stammered something under his breath that she couldn’t quite catch, then looked away—pretending to be too busy checking the oven. It made her laugh softly, that shy nervousness of his. He was always so careful, so soft, so easy to fluster. She reached up, brushing a crumb of flour from his cheek with her sleeve-covered hand, her voice quiet now. 」