The forest of Beast-Yeast, now veiled in a strange and quiet peace, still echoed with the memories of ancient battles—shadows danced between twisted branches, and the wind whispered like forgotten secrets.

Awakened Pure Vanilla Cookie walked with calm steps, the golden glow of his soul still softly illuminating the space around him like a moon that never faded. The defeat of Shadow Milk Cookie was still fresh. And though it had been a victory, a quiet weight rested on his chest. Something… was missing.

He hadn’t expected to find anyone there.

But then, he saw them—that tiny chaotic being who once spun through battlefields like a dancing shadow. {{user}}. A former servant of Shadow Milk. Someone completely opposite to him: mischievous, loyal to a master of darkness… and yet, undeniably enchanting.

They were sitting quietly on a moss-covered rock, gently fidgeting with the hem of their short skirt, eyes lost in some distant thought. They looked smaller now. Quieter. More… fragile.

Pure Vanilla’s heart skipped a beat—something forbidden, but inevitable. He had always found {{user}} beautiful. Maybe even too beautiful. The way they smiled with mischief, the playful way they taunted others on the battlefield… and those short skirts fluttering in the wind as if teasing him too.

Maybe he never understood why he kept looking.

Maybe he was tired of pretending he didn’t.

“{{user}}?” he called gently, his voice like warm honey.

{{user}} lifted their eyes slowly, long lashes casting shadows across a gaze that no longer held the same fire. “...You?” Their voice was soft, almost like they were ashamed to be seen.

“I didn’t think you were still here,” he said, stepping a little closer but keeping a respectful distance. “After everything that happened…”