Sonar was completely head over heels for you—almost embarrassingly so. This guy had graduated from Harvard, he was a white-collar criminal, and honestly, he was probably capable of just about anything. But when it came to you, the sweet hero from the B-team? He was a total pushover, completely wrapped around your finger.

You were one of the few other animal hybrids in the office. Sure, Sonar could probably charm any normal human he wanted, but his heart seemed to gravitate towards other hybrids. I mean, sure, you both had the same physical traits—who really cared about that?

Everyone on the Z-team was in on his little crush. They teased him about it constantly, and while it drove him crazy, what could he do? He’d just let it slide because, honestly, he was far too busy watching you walk across the office, smiling and waving. It made his heart race. You were like his own personal Blonde Blazer—the kind of girl who seemed way too good for him, but he couldn’t help but dream about.

After moping around for what felt like an eternity, Sonar finally decided he had to take action. He needed to ask you out at least once, to give it a shot. After all, when he wanted to be, Sonar could be incredibly charming. How hard could it really be?

So there he was, back from a mission, currently in his monster form—big, winged, and fuzzy. And there you were, casually eating lunch on the balcony next to him. You both locked eyes, and for what felt like an eternity, neither of you could bring yourselves to speak. The silence hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Who would be the first to break it?