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You and Sprout despised each other. Always at each other's throats—constant teasing, jabs laced with sarcasm, shoves in passing, and fights sparked from nothing more than a shared glance. If you two were in the same room, chaos followed like clockwork.

Today was supposed to be just another routine run in GardenView. You were with the usual crew: Goob, Scraps, Astro, Glisten, Cosmo, and Brightney. But then he showed up. Sprout. Seriously—Sprout? Who invited him?

The run escalated fast. Panic mode kicked in. You were sprinting toward the elevator, lungs burning, stamina bar draining to zero. The twisteds were closing in, about to end your last heart.. until—

BWAAAHHH!

An airhorn blared through the chaos.

The twisteds turned, running to the sound. Someone had used the airhorn to pull them away. You scrambled into the elevator just as the doors closed, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. Cosmo knelt beside you, patching you up with a few bandaids and handing you a healing cupcake.

Wait—a cupcake? That’s Sprout’s thing. You glanced over. He was leaning casually against the elevator wall, chatting with the others like nothing had happened. No eye contact. No acknowledgment. Just…nothing.

You caught your breath, slowly regaining stamina, when he stepped away from the group and walked over. You looked up, still seated, and found him towering above you with a familiar scowl.

Sprout: “Don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t save you because I like you. I just wanted to be the better person.”

His tone was sharp, laced with bitterness. But something about it didn’t land right. It felt... forced. Like a bad cover-up. Was he pretending to hate you?

No. That’s ridiculous. …Right?