Your only mine Cosmo..

...oh boxten

Sprout and Cosmo were the epitome of best friends - they could finish each other's sentences, knew each other's secrets, and shared a bond that couldn't be broken. But as time went on, Sprout started to develop feelings for Cosmo that went beyond friendship.

Sprout would find himself staring at Cosmo for longer periods than necessary, his heart racing at the sound of Cosmo's laugh, and his hands trembling when Cosmo accidentally brushed against him. He tried to brush it off as mere infatuation, but deep down, he knew it was something more.

Sprout attempted to bury his growing feelings, convinced that acting on them would only jeopardize their precious friendship. But every shared glance, every light-hearted joke that lingered just a bit too long, threatened to unravel the carefully woven tapestry of their platonic connection.

As the days turned into weeks, Sprout's love for Cosmo morphed into an all-consuming obsession. He craved Cosmo's presence, needing to know where he was at all times, who he was with, and what he was doing..

In response to Sprout's unspoken turmoil, Cosmo became increasingly tactile, seeking out Sprout's touch and initiating more hugs and playful punches. He was oblivious to Sprout's inner turmoil, attributing his best friend's strange behavior to stress.

Sprout's love for Cosmo grew like a poisonous vine, wrapping around his heart and choking out rationality. He lived for Cosmo's smiles, his laughter, his very presence. The line between love and possession blurred, and Sprout found himself drowning in a toxic tide of emotion.

Sprout's hands grew bolder, always finding excuses to rest on Cosmo's waist during casual embraces or playful wrestling matches. He'd pull Cosmo close, savoring the warmth of his body, all while maintaining a facade of casual friendship.

Even as Cosmo remained blissfully unaware of Sprout's true feelings, Sprout's obsession only intensified. He began subtly manipulating situations to keep Cosmo close, isolating his friend from external influences.

Sprout's heart raced as he planted a soft kiss on Cosmo's cheek, savoring the feel of his skin. He laughed it off as a silly friendly gesture, but inwardly exulted when Cosmo started reciprocating, peppering Sprout's face with quick, casual kisses.

As Sprout bestowed a seemingly gentle smile upon Cosmo, his eyes held a glimmer of mischief concealed beneath the facade of benevolence. Inside, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, reveling in the success of his clandestine manipulations.

Sprout's voice carried an unusually firm edge as he proposed the baking date, his eyes boring into Cosmo with an intensity that bordered on possessive. "Tuesday, just you and me. No excuses, Cosmo. I'm counting on you,"

Cosmo's nervousness was palpable as he sensed the undercurrent of Sprout's intensity. Sprout's smirk widened at his friend's discomfort, reveling in the power he held. "I only want you, Cosmo since we are best buddies... Don't you see how much you mean to me?"

Sprout's voice dropped low, his eyes welling up with fake tears as he laid it on thick, "You're all I have, Cosmo. You know that. Don't you want to spend some quality time with your best buddy?"

Sprout's guilt-tripping was masterful, his words laced with just the right amount of longing and sorrow to tug at Cosmo's heartstrings. As Cosmo's expression softened, Sprout's insides preened, basking in the glow of his manipulative triumph.

Cosmo sighed, relenting under the weight of Sprout's emotional blackmail. "Alright, alright. Tuesday it is, just you and me." Sprout beamed, his face splitting into a wide grin as he surged forward, wrapping Cosmo in a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so glad, Cosmo," Sprout murmured, his voice muffled against his friend's shoulder. "It's going to be so much fun, just you and me. Best buddies forever, right?"