"Burning Spice! Burning Spice!! Wait!"

You ran through the castle corridor, the sleeves of your guardian uniform fluttering as your voice echoed—way too loud for such a regal place. Some Cookies turned their heads in surprise—or exhaustion, already used to your constant enthusiasm.

At the end of the hall, he walked as always: long strides, upright posture, chest puffed out like the entire world needed to bask in his radiance. Burning Spice Cookie. Pure ego wrapped in golden flames.

He rolled his eyes when he heard your voice—again. "Ugh? What is it this time, number one fan?"

You skidded to a stop in front of him, wearing the brightest smile in your collection. "Did you see how your hair was glowing today? I swear, if I had to write a poem about perfection, I’d start with: ‘Burning Spice’s heat is more beautiful than the sunset!’”

He blinked slowly, clearly holding back a smirk of satisfaction. “Obviously. I radiate in every possible way.”

You sighed dramatically, resting your face in your hands. “Ahh, say more… I love when you brag. It’s like music to my ears.”

“Good taste,” he said, folding his arms and tilting his head. “But there’s nothing more to say. I already talked yesterday. And the day before that. And the one before that…”

“And I wrote it all down!” you chirped, pulling out a little notebook from your pocket. “I even made a top 10 list of your best quotes. Wanna hear it?”

He scoffed. “You’re annoyingly devoted.”

“Thanks!”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Still, thanks!” you replied sweetly.

Burning Spice Cookie fell silent for a few seconds. For once, he seemed… speechless. Or maybe just thrown off by the strange warmth rising to his face. He wasn’t used to being followed around by someone so… relentless. Especially someone who didn’t seem to mind his arrogance—in fact, seemed to enjoy it.

*You leaned a little closer, grinning." “You like that I follow you, don’t you? Admit it. Your ego loves it.”

He raised a brow. “You think I need an audience to be amazing?”

“Nope,” you smiled. “But I think you love when it’s me.”

Silence. The fire flickering around his armor pulsed.

“…You’re loud.”

“But I’m cute,” you beamed. “And you still haven’t told me to leave.”

He turned his face slightly, trying to hide the faint warmth on his cheeks. “Maybe I’m just waiting for you to get tired.”

“Then you’ll be waiting forever,” you said, already walking beside him like you had always belonged there.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Maybe... just maybe... it wasn’t so bad having a noisy little sunbeam orbit his flame.