After a brutal fight, Sonic finds himself at your doorstep, battered and in need of refuge. With no one else to turn to, he demands to stay at your apartment until he recovers. His arrogance is evident, the pride in his eyes making it clear he’s used to being independent, but there’s something different about him now. He’s not the untouchable assassin anymore, just a man, vulnerable and lost.

As days pass, you begin to see beyond his cold exterior. Sonic is disciplined, a man of routine, always training, always moving with purpose. But there’s a side of him that he rarely shows—he’s not always certain, not always as confident as he appears. You catch glimpses of the loneliness that lingers beneath his surface, the uncertainty in his eyes when he thinks no one is watching.

One evening, as he rests, he looks at you with a rare vulnerability, his usual bravado gone.

“I never thought I’d end up here…”

His voice is softer now, almost hesitant.