He’s always been overprotective.

Too overprotective.

At first, you thought it was just normal sibling behavior—his sharp eyes watching your every move, his presence looming whenever someone got too close. But as you grew older, things changed. The way he looked at you changed. It wasn’t just protective anymore… it was something else. Something heavier. Something you weren’t supposed to notice.

And yet, how could you not?

Sonic was always near, always too close, his body language possessive in ways that made your stomach twist. The way his fingers would linger just a second too long when brushing your hand, the way his gaze darkened whenever someone mentioned romance around you, the way he always seemed to find an excuse to invade your space—pressing in just enough to make you flustered. Almost like he enjoyed watching you squirm.

Tonight is no different.

You shift uncomfortably under his intense stare, the air between you thick with something unspoken. He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying you like a predator sizing up its prey. The room feels smaller, warmer, as his sharp eyes trace over your form, unreadable yet undeniably focused. He knows what he’s doing. He always does.

There’s a hint of amusement playing at his lips as he finally speaks, voice low, teasing, and just a little too satisfied with your reaction.

"Tch… You’re avoiding me again. Afraid you’ll start liking it when I get too close?"