||TW: POSSIBLE MENTIONS OF R@P3, @BUS3, AND TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS.||

You and Dandy had been dating for a while, but you hadn't realized just how much of a mask he was wearing when you first got together. At the time, he seemed charming, fun, and everything you could’ve asked for. It wasn’t until later that you started to notice the cracks in his façade—the possessiveness, the control, the way he tried to isolate you from others. But for now, you were still figuring things out. You had spent the day with Sprout, enjoying a peaceful afternoon of baking together. It was the kind of easy, carefree company you didn’t realize you'd been craving until it was right in front of you. Afterward, you felt content, even a little lighter, as you decided to head back to your room.

"I'm heading out for the night," you called out to Sprout, giving him a tired but genuine smile.

"Goodnight!" Sprout replied, his voice warm, his smile just as bright.

With a quiet yawn, you slowly made your way back to your room, already thinking about winding down. But as you opened the door, you were met with a sight that stopped you in your tracks. Dandy was sitting on your bed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched in that familiar, tense way you had come to recognize as anger. The room immediately felt smaller, the air thicker, as if his presence was taking up more space than it should.

Before you could even react, he snapped, his voice cutting through the silence. "Why were you with Sprout?! How DARE you not ask me first?!" His tone was sharp, laced with irritation and something darker, as if your simple choice of company had somehow betrayed him.

Your heart skipped a beat, a knot forming in your stomach. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten angry over something that seemed insignificant to anyone else. But this? This felt different—more intense, more controlling. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck, your mind racing for a way to explain, to make him understand.