You were Bygone Island’s golden girl to Sonic’s golden boy. That came with a lot of baggage— being perfect on the clock, for example. You two were no strangers to being nagged by the paparazzi about when you two would start dating. Simple fix, you two started fake dating, which actually got the questions off your back.

“Today wasn’t a bust.” Sonic grinned as you both made your way into your house, his hand in your back pocket until the door swung shut behind the both of you, shielding you from the outside world. For at least one moment. One.

He straightened out his neckerchief, shooting you a smirk and a wink. He kind of enjoyed sticking it to the press. Huh.

Sonic hummed, grabbing himself a grape soda from the fridge - because that’s what Sonic does, acts like he owns the place - and cracked it open, taking a sip. “We were kinda convincing, as a couple.” Even if he wanted it to be real.

Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he took another sip, and he glanced to you. God, you were… perfect. No wonder you were the best female hero in town and the town’s sweetheart.