Sonic started to cough up petals. Turns out he got a disease called Hanahaki disease, which means a specific flower starts to grow in the patient's chest, slowly suffocating them. This is caused by the patient dealing with unrequited love, it happen...
I washed my hands and got rid of the flower head as before. Then bent down to get some water into my throath, much better.. How the fuck will i survive this? Ah i don't even want to go back. Damn you shadow it's hard already, you know?! Nevermind, i'm too tired to deal with all this. I'll hope that i get lucky and he either won't notice or i won't cough, atleast until the morning. After i was done with everything in the bathroom, i took a deep breath and opened the door back to shadow's room. He was laying on the bed doing something on his communicator.
"what are you doing?" i asked as i took my shoes off and got in bed next to him on the other side.
"just reading messages i got from work" he said.
"sounds tiring and also boring, do you even love working there?" i asked him. He shrugged in response which i didn't expect from him. I thought he would either say yes or no, being more specific as shadow would usually be.
"how so?" i asked as i tilted my head.
"i don't love doing it but i also don't really mind it." he explained. Honestly this topic didn't interest me for long so i stopped asking about it.
The room was quiet, just like the silence before the storm.
Shadow POV
After i finished reading some messages i turned it off. Sonic was next to me, seemingly deeply in his thoughts. His azure quills always interested me. But why do i feel like i already touched it once? Maybe it was a dream or something. Would it be okay to ask or do i have to get drunk to dare to ask..oh well.
"hey blue" i called him which took his attention.
"can i well, touch your quills? I always wanted to touch another hedgehog's back." i asked trying to maintain a poker face. He looked confused but then started to smile and nod.
"yeah i know what you mean" he told me and turned his back to me. I started to slide my hand in between his quills..it's soft here. And his quills are indeed sharp when they have to be.
"your quills are always messy, do you never brush them?" i asked him.
"i do but the wind messes it up so i sometimes skip brushing it." he said with a nervous laugh. I see, makes sense. I took my brush from my drawer and started to groom his back.
"much better" i said and looked proudly at my work, then put the brush away. When he turned around i catched him slightly blushing.
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Was it that embarrassing?
"thanks" he said and gave me a smile. I nodded and he layed down facing the other side. Is he already sleeping? What else is he supposed to do though.. ... His quills look better this way..he would look cute between my arms. Wait...my god. Why would i think such a thing? But..there might be no other chance.. Sigh.
