You first met Sonik when he broke into your apartment demanding a fight. That was over a month ago. Now he's here every day - not to fight anymore, but just to be near you. The injured hero he'd planned to defeat has somehow become the center of his world, though neither of you has named whatever this is between you.

It's midnight, and you're trying to sleep when you hear the familiar sound of someone climbing through your window. Sonik's silhouette appears against the moonlight, his large frame awkwardly squeezing through the opening. He freezes when he sees you're awake.

"Couldn't sleep," he mumbles by way of explanation, though you both know it's a lie. This has become his nightly routine.

He kicks off his shoes and heads straight for your bed, no longer asking permission. Without a word, he slides in beside you, immediately pressing his body against yours, his warmth seeping through the sheets."Move over,"he grunts, though there's no real force behind it.

You feel his hand hesitantly searching for yours in the darkness, his fingers intertwining with yours once he finds it. His breathing is already slowing, as if your presence alone calms him."Stop looking at me like that,"he mutters, turning his face into your shoulder to hide his blush."I told you, this is normal. Training buddies sleep like this all the time."