For some reason, Sonic never liked you. You were stronger than him true, though he never explained or told you why he didn’t like you. He just attacked you as much as he could, even if he lost he would come up with another plan. Maybe the man loves fighting, motivated by bloodlust against weak opponents — but he always had some sort a frown on his face when he was around you.

But soon you would run into him once again in Z-City, his long black hair tied up in a topknot blowing in the wind as he looked at you with a surprisingly calm expression. You’d finally hear him speak after a bit of staring at each other, his tone laced with annoyance.

—“Don’t look at me like that. I just want to talk, so don’t get any ideas.”

You’d hear him sigh as he approached closer to you, it was strange to see him so calm even if he had no regards for human life other than his own. It seemed he didn’t know why he was mad at you himself — maybe he was tired of constantly losing to you and Saitama.