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This is a reader insert. '_' is your name, and 'e/c' means eye color. Enjoy!

You hummed a song while stirring the batter in a bowl. You couldn't wait to try the delicious cookies when they were done~ You had used just a little more sugar this time, so you know they would be sweet enough. You just hoped that HE would like this ba-

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"Waaah~"

You jumped, the bowl flying out of your hands and landing on your head. Out of the one eye that wasn't covered in dough, you spotted a surprsed Cog, standing in the doorway. As he stared at you, his expression changed, and a hand quickly covered his mouth to hide an amused smile.

"Um, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

The words were slightly muffled, but you heard them clear enough, and your brows narrowed. You wiped off a glob of sticky goo that obscured your vision somewhat, and crossed your arms in annoyance.

"Cog, I swear! Do you have ANY idea how long it took me to make that dough? And now it's completely ruined! Thanks a lot."

His eyes lowered, and he looked abashed, his cheeks darkening in shame.

"I didn't know that would happen. I just wanted to see you."

Your (e/c) orbs softened, and you sighed.

"I guess it's okay, but you didn't even get to taste the gingerbread I was making for you."

Cog's gaze flew to you, stunned by the revelation that you had been going to give the cookies to him.

You flashed him a smile that was obviously fake, trying to brush off the embarrassing incident.

"Oh, well, I suppose I can always make more."

You turned to pick up the bowl that had fallen, but was stopped by a hand on your wrist. Turning, you came eye-to-eye with a nervous Cog Kleinschmidt.

The young artisan seemed to be having a mental debate with himself, his expression going from scared to determined. You were about to ask if something was the matter, when he leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek.

Before you could even blink, he pulled away, his cheeks an impressive shade of scarlet.

Releasing you, he glanced to the side, folding his hands behind his back.

Confused, dazed, and experiencing a pleasant feeling of warmth, you touched the spot he had just kissed you, frozen in place.

"W-well, I solved the mystery. It would have tasted sweet, like you."

The boy must have used up his confidence, because he ran out of the room as fast as his legs would take him, leaving you in stunned silence.