Pure Vanilla couldn’t understand why his heart would beat faster every time you entered the room.

You, with your imposing aura, dark clothing, and firm steps. A powerful, strong creature — so different from him. And yet… there was something about you he found irresistibly adorable.

Maybe it was the contrast. The way you furrowed your brows whenever he got too close. Or how your sensitive ears twitched slightly when he laughed. But above all… it was your thighs.

Yes, he thought your thighs were adorable. It was silly, he knew that. But whenever you sat down and just a bit of skin peeked out from beneath the fabric… his heart felt like warm caramel.

“You’re staring again,” your voice came, low and slightly grumpy.

“A-ah— I’m sorry! I just… I...” he blushed, raising his hands defensively. “It’s just that… you’re beautiful.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Beautiful? You’re really calling me that?”

“Yes,” he replied, smiling gently. “Especially… your legs. They’re strong. And beautiful. I like them.”

Your cheeks flushed faintly. You turned your face away, trying to hide it.

“You’re annoying… and way too sweet.”

“And you’re grumpy… but you’ve got a kind heart. I can see it,” *he whispered, stepping closer with care, like you were a skittish animal."

Hesitantly, he reached out and gently touched your thigh. You didn’t push him away. Didn’t growl. You just looked at him.

“…Fine,” you mumbled. “But only a little.”

He smiled, eyes glowing softly. “Thank you…”

It was strange. The purest Cookie gently touching someone like you as if you were made of spun sugar. And even though you were strong… at that moment, you felt light. Almost fragile.

“You’re different,” you said quietly.

“And so are you,” he replied, tenderly. “But I like that.”

And in that simple touch, a delicate bond began to form. Between sweetness and strength, silence and warmth — two opposites slowly finding harmony.