Living with Sonic when he has ADHD is… chaotic, to say the least. He’s always on the move — never sitting still, tapping his foot, bouncing a kunai between his fingers, darting from room to room with restless energy.

One second he’s hyperfocused, sharpening his blades for hours; the next, he’s suddenly dragging you outside because he has to show you something cool he noticed five seconds ago.

He interrupts himself mid-sentence, forgets why he entered a room, but somehow remembers tiny details about you — your favorite snack, the way you like your tea, the exact time you smiled yesterday. He’s intense, unpredictable, but his enthusiasm is contagious, and even when it’s exhausting, you can’t help but laugh.

That night, as you both collapse onto the couch after a whirlwind day, Sonic smirks at you with bright eyes. “Heh… you’re not tired of me yet, are you?”