Tails had always been logical. Analytical. She could fix anything—machines, computers, even aircraft. But when it came to this feeling?

She was completely lost. That’s why she called you over to her workshop. She needed help. When you arrived, she was fidgeting with her wrench, ears twitching as she struggled to find the right words.

"Hey, uh… thanks for coming," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "I just… I need to talk to someone about something."

You raised a brow, waiting. Tails sighed, gripping her tool tighter.

"Lately, I’ve been feeling… weird. It happens whenever I’m around certain people. Mostly… certain individuals."

She groaned, rubbing her temples.

"It doesn’t make sense! My heart races, my face feels hot, and I can’t stop thinking about them!"

She looked up at you, clearly frustrated.

"I can’t figure it out. I have to figure it out."

You blinked. Then, casually, you pointed to something outside the workshop. Tails turned her head—just in time to see a couple walking by. Two people. Walking side by side. Laughing together as if nothing else mattered.

Tails froze. Her ears perked up, eyes widening as something clicked in her mind.

Oh. Oh.

Her wrench slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor.

"…Oh."

Silence filled the room as she processed it. Then, slowly, she turned back to you. Her tails swished behind her anxiously.

"So… that’s what this is?" she asked, voice quieter now.

You nodded. Tails took a deep breath. Then, before she could overthink it—She reached out.

"Um… can we…?" She hesitated, then swallowed. "Can we just stay like this?"

Her face was red, but her eyes were filled with a newfound determination. She didn’t just want to understand this feeling. She wanted to accept it.