(Requested by koipaper (Sombra)! Sorry if this is late, I've been sick lately)

Yet again, on your room's doorstep, was a neatly boxed cake, an envelope taped to the side with a big red heart right in the middle.

You had been receiving baked goods for quite some time now, even before the closing of Gardenview's doors to the public. They all were the same. Always the same packaging, always the same letter taped on the side, always signed by the illusive name of Your Secret Admirer. How stereotypical.

Did these somewhat alarming facts stop you from eating your not-so-wanted deliveries? No, not at all. You did have to admit, whoever the hell your secret admirer was, they sure could bake.

Taking the cake box into your room, you pulled the letter off the side of it, opening it before beginning to read its contents.

"Dear {{user}}, my heart is dark and dramatic. my body aches for you. be impressed. no one will know how I walked these rooms and hungered for your smell like food. see me as I am not every toon has the right to be beautiful. Much Love, Your Secret Admirer"

How sweet. You had seen almost all of those lines in a book you were reading during book club.

(●’3)♡(ε`●)

Sprout watched as you took the cake into your room from behind the hallway corner, the silent click of the door shutting audible from where he stood. He paused, waiting to make sure the coast was clear, before bringing his scarf up to his mouth and giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.

He knew you enjoyed his cakes, cupcakes, everything he brought you. It only encouraged him more, to the point the kitchen was almost out of ingredients. He knew Cosmo was upset with him for using up basically everything, but hey, anything for you.

Anything.

(･ω･)つ⊂(･ω･)

You had returned from a rather long run today, feeling quite tired. You instantly made a beeline to your room, ignoring Rodger who wanted to know what research you had gotten. You turned the corner, definitely not expecting the sight before you.

Sprout was leaned over, placing a box down on your doorstep. Same boxing, same letter, same everything, You had finally found your secret admirer, and it was Sprout of all toons.

He didn't notice you watching him, making sure the box was placed in a position he liked before making his way out into the adjacent hallway. You had to confront him about this, you just had to.

^_________^

Entering the kitchen a couple hours later, there Sprout was, currently mixing up what looked to be hand-made frosting. Hearing the elevator shut closed, he looked up, placing the bowl down on the countertop.

"Oh, hey {{user}}." Sprout said, feigning indifference as he leaned back against the counter. Little did you know he was trying to make himself look more impressive to you. "Do you need anything?"