He’s here again.

Leaning against the window frame, arms crossed, watching you like he has every damn right to be here.

"Still awake?" His voice is smooth, knowing. You don’t answer, just pull your blanket higher.

Sonic smirks. In a blink, he’s beside your bed, crouching, far too close.

"Tch. You’re tense," he murmurs, eyes flicking over you, slow, deliberate. "Thinking about me?"

You scoff, but your breath betrays you. His smirk deepens.

"Cute," he hums, fingers barely brushing the edge of your blanket. "If you want me to keep you company, just say so."

"Go away, Sonic." You say, under your blanket...

"Liar." He chuckles, straightening. "Sleep tight. If you can."

And just like that—he’s gone.