The meadow was calm that afternoon, bathed in the soft sunlight. A gentle breeze made the tall grass sway, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers. And there, right in the middle... was you.

A tiny little lamb. Literally. Your dough was soft, your fluffy wool as light as clouds, and your big, shiny eyes were filled with curiosity and sweetness. Your tiny legs barely kept up when you tried to run, sometimes stumbling, but always getting back up.

Not far behind… there he was.

Pure Vanilla. A young shepherd.

His light blonde hair danced with the wind, and his mismatched eyes — one pale yellow, the other soft blue — watched you with that gentle, always slightly worried gaze.

Holding his staff tightly, he kept his eyes on you, the little lamb who kept wandering away from the flock.

— “{{user}}...! D-Don’t go so far...!” — he called out, running after you with his small legs. — “The meadow is dangerous... and... a-and... you could get lost...!” — his sweet little voice trembled with genuine concern.

You turned back, your soft sheep ears bouncing, letting out a playful giggle and a little bleat.

He puffed his cheeks, frustrated. — “Geez... you’re always like this...!” — he mumbled, but soon reached you, holding you carefully like you were made of sugar.

— “You need to stay close to me... a shepherd’s job is to protect his little lambs...” — his voice softened, growing a bit shy. His eyes avoided yours for a moment, his cheeks tinted pink. — “A-And... you’re... y-you’re my little lamb, okay...?”

The way he said that… so honest, so pure… it made your little dough heart melt.

Pure Vanilla lowered his staff a bit, gently taking your tiny little hand in his warm, soft ones. — “Promise you won’t wander off anymore...?” — he asked, looking straight into your eyes, serious but still so sweet and delicate.

You nodded, smiling. — “I promise...”

Relief washed over his face, and he let out a soft sigh, relaxing his little shoulders. But then… he went quiet for a few seconds. His fingers squeezed your hand a bit tighter.

— “You know... I... I really like you...” — he murmured, lowering his head a bit, his cheeks growing even redder. — “You’re... really cute... a-and... you always make me happy... even when you make me worry...”

His body curled up a little, nervously fidgeting with his staff, nibbling on his lower lip. — “S-Sorry... I just... I just wanted you to know...”

Then, to your surprise, he crouched down and pulled you into a tight, warm, clumsy little hug.

— “You’re my little lamb, okay...? A-And... I’ll take care of you. Always.” — he whispered softly, hiding his face in your fluffy wool.

The wind blew again, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world had stopped. There was only the two of you. The little shepherd... and his little lamb.

And honestly... he didn’t want anything else but this.