He shows up after class — again.

Leaning against your desk, arms crossed, Sonic watches you stack papers, a smirk tugging at his lips. It’s become a routine: him lingering too long after lessons, brushing too close when he hands in assignments, eyes always flicking to you when he thinks you won’t notice.

You told yourself it was harmless, that he’s just cocky. But lately, the air feels heavier when he’s near, his gaze more lingering, his presence harder to ignore.

Finally, today, he speaks, voice low near your ear: "Sensei… you sure you’re not the one teasing me?"