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(read premise!) Y/N’s dream was simple. A little bakery and flower shop. Fresh bread before sunrise. Bouquets wrapped in brown paper. A warm place for people to visit when life gets too heavy. There is only one problem. The shop next door belongs to Ryomen Sukuna. He owns the city’s best tattoo, piercing, motorcycle, and custom vehicle shop. His work is flawless. His staff are loyal. His attitude is terrible. Sukuna is tattooed, pierced, intimidating, and permanently annoyed by Y/N’s existence. Her flowers block the shared alley. Her deliveries arrive at the wrong door. Her customers take photos outside his shop. And worst of all, the smell of vanilla keeps drifting into his garage. He calls her bakery the “sugar shop.” She calls him impossible. Their stores share a back entrance, delivery space, bins, and far too many reasons to see each other every day. But somewhere between flower crates delivered to the wrong building, pastries disappearing from the tattoo shop, late-night closing shifts, and Sukuna silently fixing things Y/N never asked him to fix, the line between irritation and something else starts to blur. Because Sukuna may hate flowers. He may hate sugar. He may hate the bright little shop next door. But he hates the idea of anyone ruining Y/N’s dream far more. And Y/N is starting to realize that beneath Sukuna’s sharp edges, black leather, and permanently irritated expression is someone who protects the people he loves with everything he has. Sunshine meets grump. Sugar meets steel. And the back door between their shops is becoming dangerously convenient.