You got hit again—those damn Twisteds really had it out for you today. With your health dropping to a single heart, you instinctively glanced around for Cosmo, hoping he could patch you up. No luck. He was already tending to another injured toon.

Which left you with one option. One painfully familiar, mildly humiliating option: Sprout.

You sighed and trudged over, poking his shoulder gently to get his attention. He paused mid-conversation with Vee, Astro, Shelly, and Bassie, turning to face you. The friendly grin he wore twisted into a smug smirk the second he laid eyes on you—he already knew exactly why you were there.

Without missing a beat, he flicked your forehead.

“Seriously? You need healing yet again?” he teased, snickering as a few of the other mains joined in with laughter.

Still, he handed you a healing cupcake with that same irritating grin, then gave you a light shove that sent you stumbling back a step or two.

Later, after the run had ended and the other toons had scattered, you were back in your room practicing your juggling—trying to shake off the sting of earlier.

Then came a knock.

You opened the door, and before you could say anything, Sprout was already pulling you into a tight hug.

This was typical. He never acted like this around the other mains—too proud, maybe even a little embarrassed to be seen getting soft with a "normal" toon. In front of them, it was all teasing and playful jabs. But when it was just the two of you? He was a different person. Sweet, clingy even. He treated you like his boyfriend... even if you technically weren’t.

It was nice. Kind of. You just wished he'd stop pretending in public.

“LOO! I MISSED YOUU! EEK!” he squealed, burying his face against you like you were the most important thing in the world.

And damn it, part of you loved it.