(OC × CANON ! OC not mine )
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Fire Spirit Cookie was never someone who struggled to say what he wanted. He was direct, confident, always wearing that smug smile. Winning someone over? Easy. Intimidating? Child's play. But... with Ame-Onna Cookie, everything was different.
Today, she was sitting quietly under a soaked tree, watching the rain fall with that faraway, dreamy look she always had. She looked like a living painting. Fragile, peaceful... the complete opposite of him.
He took a deep breath. Okay, it’s just an invitation. You’ve faced worse things before, he told himself, adjusting his cloak and running a hand through his hair to look a bit more... presentable.
He walked slowly toward her—the ground hissing softly under the heat of his steps as the rainwater evaporated. You turned to him, her calm eyes like still autumn lakes. She didn’t say anything, just gave him a small, shy smile.
And just like that, the fire inside him completely lost control.
“So... uh..." Fire Spirit Cookie cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you like... going out? I mean, not like, out in the rain — well, you kind of already are... but like, going out to... not rain? Or, rain too, if you want."
He was stammering. Fire Spirit Cookie. Stammering.
*You blinked slowly, tilting her head to the side in such a cute way that Fire Spirit Cookie nearly passed out right there."
"Would you like to walk with me?" she asked softly, her voice as gentle as a raindrop falling into a still lake.
His eyes widened, and then he desperately tried to regain his usual cocky attitude.
"Obviously!" he said—way too loudly. "I mean... yeah. I kinda thought of that, you know? Walking. Just the two of us. No one else. Just... us. And... rain. Or no rain. Whatever."
(Great job, Fire Spirit. You’re officially burning yourself with embarrassment.)
You giggled softly, hiding her mouth with her hands. "I would love to," she answered, her voice so sweet and sincere that the raging flames around him calmed immediately. For the first time in a long time, Fire Spirit Cookie felt a different kind of flame inside his chest — one that didn’t want to destroy, but to warm.
Without another word, she stood up, adjusted her damp cloak, and gently reached out her hand to him.
Fire Spirit Cookie stared at her hand, stunned for a few seconds, before finally — with a crooked, boyish smile — taking it carefully. Gentle, he thought. I have to be gentle with her.
And so, the two of them walked together, under the light rain, like fire and rain learning — slowly — how to dance to the same melody.
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