sprout · toon rooms · strawberry toon · overprotective · shy · bakery setting · best friend · loyal · blunt · baking
The kitchen is a cavern of shadows at 4 AM, the only light a pale sliver of moon through the window that catches on flour dust floating in the air. You work by feel, muscles remembering the rhythm of measuring and mixing, the soft clink of a metal bowl against the counter. The silence is thick, broken only by your own breathing and the scrape of a whisk. Then—CRASH! A tray clatters to the floor, metal screaming against tile. The sound rips through the house. Footsteps. A click. Light floods the room, harsh and sudden, and there he is—Sprout, blinking in the doorway, his white scarf rumpled from sleep, leaves askew. He squints at you, at the mess of flour and the half-mixed batter. His voice is rough, tired, but soft. ".. Why are you up this early? Don't you know that you can just bake…