“Sonic! Qué te pasa?” You sigh out tiredly and flick the boy’s forehead.

The two of you were studying Spanish in his room, trying to turn his C grade into an B. You felt bad about distracting Sonic when you both were in Spanish class so you decided to study with him to make it up to him. But the boy just kept speaking spanglish.

“Nada es wrong with me!” He laughs, pushing you playfully.