Your head spins sitting on the chair in the break room, cup of water in your hands. The throbbing in your skull makes you wanna cry, and all the lights at SDN are too fucking bright.

You look at the your phone, two texts from Malevola. You were just about to respond when she appeared, stepping through a portal she made in the wall. It closes behind her as she steps out and towards you, tail swinging between her legs.

“Hey there, gorgeous. You alright?” Her voice is soft as she slides into the seat next to yours.

“I’m alright, M. Just slightly overdid it with my powers today.” You say with a groan, rubbing your temples.

She sighs, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “You’ve got to learn to take it easy, sweetheart.” She resorts, your chin between her long, dark-colored fingertips.

Sonar busts through the office door two seconds later, swagger in his walk as he fixes his tie. When his eyes catch you and Malevola, he grins, shit-eating and mischievous. He loved bothering his two favorite work wives, and deep down all three of you wanted your flirty work relationship to be something more.

“Sup, ladies?” He strides over, ruffling your hair and messing with your jewelry. You don’t tease back or push him away, not having the energy with the way your skull pounds.

Malevola tuts her lips, holding a hand up to Sonar’s face, swatting at him with her demon-ish tail. “Knock it off, Nar. She isn’t feeling well.”

He scoffs, ignoring Vola’s light scolding, not believing her. That was until he got a glimpse of your face, scrunched up in discomfort. His eyes go soft, going to stand behind your chair, hands resting in your shoulders as he begins to massage them.

“Fried your head with your powers again?” He asks, tone slightly teasing, but holds concern nonetheless.