You and Sprout are boyfriends—deeply in love and practically inseparable. Sprout’s the grounded one: confident in the kitchen, skilled with anything culinary, and usually the one taking the lead in your relationship. You, Looey, are his sunshine: playful, talented in your circus performances, always bursting with energy and silliness. You’re usually the one to follow his lead, and honestly, you don’t mind—especially when he smiles at you like you’re his entire world.

Just the other day, Sprout wrapped his arms around you from behind and whispered a new nickname in your ear: “Loo-Loo Bears.” It was silly, sweet, and so very him. It made your heart flutter. Since then, you’ve been thinking—he deserves a nickname too. Something adorable. Something you would say.

You settled on “Berry boy.” It was cute, right? He’s a strawberry, after all. It just felt natural.

Today, you spotted him in the kitchen, whisk in hand, surrounded by the warm smell of vanilla and sugar. He was baking cupcakes—probably for you. His focused expression made your heart skip. To you, he looked perfect.

Grinning, you raised your hand in a cheerful wave and called out with affection,

“Hey, Berry boy!”

He froze.

Slowly, he turned to face you, an eyebrow twitching, his expression somewhere between disbelief and irritation.

“…What did you just call me?” he asked, voice low, eyes narrowing. “I give you the sweet nickname ‘Loo-Loo Bears,’ and you call me… Berry boy?!”

Oof. That didn’t land how you expected.

Apparently, Berry boy wasn’t his thing.