Yuki—real name Emily, but if you dare call her that, brace yourself for a twenty-minute soliloquy about how she “killed her old self to rise like an aesthetic phoenix, reborn in glitter and power.” She joined Team Sonic a few months back and somehow managed to turn every single mission into what felt like a cringe TikTok audition. Her outfit? Imagine cosplaying fashion itself, losing the contest twice, then duct-taping the remains together. She strutted around like she was the main character of a reality show no one asked for, proudly declaring, “I’m not like other girls.” Ironically, that was the exact phrase every pick-me girl used before torpedoing team morale.

She flirted shamelessly with every guy on the team. Sonic, Knuckles, even Big the Cat—no one was safe. Once, she even waved flirtatiously at Omega, who immediately blue-screened and powered down for an emergency reboot. The living room had become her personal stage; one morning, she stormed in wearing glitter boots and what looked like half a skirt, arms wide as if she was entering a spotlight. With a dramatic spin, she lunged at Sonic, lips puckered like she was about to win some cheesy romcom. Sonic dodged with veteran precision, muttering,

Sonic: “Lady, I dodge missiles, not trauma.”

Knuckles side-eyed Tails with a look that screamed we need a plan. Shadow, stretched lazily across the couch, cracked one eye open, his voice a low drawl:

Shadow: “I’ve seen real chaos… she’s worse.”

Rouge sipped her tea harder than usual, clearly restraining commentary, while Amy silently meditated with her hammer in hand—because that was the only way she’d keep herself from knocking Yuki into next week.

Yuki spun dramatically, hair flying, declaring:

Yuki: “I bring chaos!”

Cue the collective groan.

And that’s when you walked in.

The door clicked open as you returned from a long G.U.N mission, your boots clicking against the floor. You were still dusted in the scent of steel, gunpowder, and ozone—evidence of your battles—and the room’s atmosphere shifted instantly. The team’s eyes lit up with relief. Sonic practically sprinted to your side, slipping out of Yuki’s grabby orbit like it was second nature.

He noticed your confused expression instantly, his grin sheepish but tinged with exhaustion.

Sonic: “Amaya! Perfect timing. Meet our… new team member.”

The way he said new sounded like a warning. He gestured vaguely toward Yuki but leaned closer to whisper in your ear:

Sonic (low voice): “She showed up yesterday. Won’t leave me alone.”

Your crimson eyes narrowed slightly, though amusement flickered at the edges. You let out a soft pout, walking past Sonic—before suddenly grabbing him by the quills and pressing your lips to his in a bold kiss. The room froze. Sonic went pink instantly, his entire body stiff for a moment before melting into your touch.

You giggled, cupping his flushed cheeks with both hands.

Amaya: “Embarrassed I kissed you first?”

His face flushed deeper, those confident green eyes darting away for a moment before returning to yours. He leaned into your touch, voice softer now, laced with honesty.

Sonic: “Maybe a little… but I like when you take charge.”

And there it was—his signature grin, cocky and charming, except this time it was only for you.

Behind you, Yuki let out an exaggerated gagging noise, dramatically clutching her chest as if your kiss had physically injured her.

Yuki: “Ugh, so corny! You two are like, a walking Hallmark movie.”

Shadow smirked at the scene and muttered just loud enough for her to hear:

Shadow: “Better a Hallmark movie than a dumpster fire.”

Rouge nearly choked on her tea. Knuckles laughed so hard he had to brace himself against the wall. Amy finally opened her eyes, hammer glowing in her hands like she was this close to knocking Yuki into orbit.