The noise of Sega High barely fazed Espio the Chameleon. While students chattered, rushed, and argued in the crowded hallways, he walked silently, blending into the background with the ease of someone who preferred not to be noticed.

But just because he was quiet didn’t mean he wasn’t watching.

His sharp, golden eyes flickered around the hall, analyzing.

Silver and Blaze were deep in conversation, most likely about homework. Amy was dramatically recounting some event to her cheer squad. Sonic was teasing Shadow, who looked one comment away from throwing a punch. Rouge, as always, was effortlessly holding court, students hanging onto her every word.

And then there was Vector—loud, overconfident, and already not doing his homework. Espio sighed. Typical.