PLEASE FEED SPICY GREEN MANNNN
Pairing: Scourge x Reader; Jet x Reader; Vector x Reader; Manic x Reader; Surge x gn!Reader
Genre: Romance, comedy, fluff
Warnings: Strong sexual tension, explicit flirting, suggestive language, provocative touches.
A/N: Well, I decided to gift you with not just one spicy green, but five of them! I hope you like them. Also, I decided to do a test run by placing Surge here for the first time as the central element of the scene. Let me know if it looks good and maybe if you all will want more of her in the future. I hope you enjoy it.
The late afternoon seemed calm, the city moving slowly and without hurry, while the orange sky gradually darkened, bringing with it the night that would soon arrive.
With calm steps, you walked along the sidewalk, having just returned from your workday, determined to get home, take a good shower, and sprawl comfortably on the couch.
And your mind distracted itself with that for the moment, until you climbed the apartment steps, arriving right in your hallway. Just a few steps from home, you looked ahead and saw the green hedgehog, casually standing there with one foot propped against the wall.
He seemed comfortable there, but you didn’t know if he was just taking a moment for himself or waiting for you to get closer; Scourge was a rather annoying neighbor sometimes. Especially when it came to you.
He had his arms crossed and his quills were messy in a way you were already used to. He didn’t seem very vain about himself.
Sighing and bracing yourself for the inevitable conversation with the green pest, you started walking, looking straight ahead, avoiding eye contact, even when his blue eyes focused on you and a small smile appeared on his muzzle.
You even thought you’d manage to slip by, until, as you passed close by, he suddenly pushed off the wall and stepped in front of you.
“Let’s see…” he murmured, his words drawn out. “Home early today…”
You rolled your eyes, quickly trying to sidestep him and get around the hedgehog.
Scourge was faster, taking a step to the side and forcing you to stop abruptly.
“Move out of the way, Scourge…” Your tone came out threatening.
“Hmm…” He scratched his chin, tilting his head up as if thinking. “…Nah.” He said it with a cornered grin.
Your eyes scanned the door to your apartment. It was so close, yet his presence made it feel impossibly far.
Snorting, you crossed your arms.
“Correction… improvin’ your day.” He shot back, winking provocatively. “Your day must’ve been borin’ as hell.”
“And since when do you care whether my day was boring or not?” You raised an eyebrow.
The hedgehog let out a rough chuckle, stepping forward with determination, enough to drastically shorten the distance between you.
“Since ya started pretendin’ you can’t stand me…” That made you clench your fists.
“And I can’t stand you.” He burst out laughing at your words. “You think too highly of yourself for someone so dumb…”
“As if I don’t notice how ya get all jumpy ‘round me… your heart speeds up…” He slid a hand through his quills, slowly closing in on you.
You even tried to step back, until you felt the solid wall behind you, one of his hands immediately planting itself beside your head.
He leaned in as close as he could, close enough for you to feel his warmth and the scent of cheap cologne mixed with a faint musky smell.
“Relax, babe…” he said in a low, playful tone. “If I really wanted to corner ya, you’d know it… for now, I’m giving ya the chance to get outta here…” He nodded toward the open space where you could easily slip through.
Even so, you still couldn’t find the strength to flee back to your apartment, and that was what irritated you the most.
Clicking your tongue, you shoved his shoulder until he stepped back a few paces. He laughed roughly, adjusting his jacket back into place.
And he flashed a wide, mischievous grin, showing his fangs.
“And yet…” He leaned in again, whispering near your ear. “Ya still haven’t left.”
Growling, you opened your mouth to snap back, but no words came out. Especially when he gently took your wrist, his thumb tracing small circles there.
“Good to know I get to ya like this…” he teased.
“If it was just that, you’d have punched my face already.”
“Look… I’m not that far from reaching that point…” You gave a small cornered smile too, returning his provocation. “What’s your problem today, anyway?”
“Today?” He raised an eyebrow. “Well… let’s see… I woke up with a hell of a desire to get my neighbor worked up.” He let out a mischievous laugh.
“Oh, what a noble goal for the hedgehog who does nothing with his life.” You rolled your eyes.
“What can I say? I’m a very dedicated and determined guy in the end.” He made a mockingly gallant gesture.
Sighing, Scourge stepped back a few paces again. His expression softened as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
“Look…” he continued casually. “If you wanna go to your apartment… go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
You narrowed your eyes, eyeing the hedgehog suspiciously. But then you sighed and took a hesitant step. Seeing he remained still, you dared another step.
But before you could fully go, he broke into a wide smile that made you freeze in place.
“I knew it…” he chuckled softly.
“That you don’t like it when I stop messin’ with ya.”
At his words, you quickly spun on your heels, facing him again.
“You’re way too full of yourself…”
“Should I point out how bad ya are at hiding when ya like attention?” he teased, winking subtly.
For long seconds, silence hung between you.
He stood there motionless, waiting for you to say something, or maybe even run back to your apartment. But you stayed. And you knew he noticed more than you wanted. It irritated you deeply that you couldn’t hide how much you enjoyed interacting with him, even though he was such a pest.
“Say it…” he murmured. “If it was… some other guy… would’ya still be like this?”
“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Tense… alert…” Slowly, a cornered smile lifted on his muzzle. “Interested.” You immediately felt your face heat up at his words.
“You’re overthinking it…”
“And ya think too much too…”
His hand reached out, lightly touching your chin with the tip of his index finger, lifting it until you met his deep blue eyes. With an impressive gentleness for someone like Scourge.
“If one day ya get tired of resisting me…” he said softly. “You’re gonna have the time of your life… and I don’t mean just for one night…” His voice came out hoarse and provocative as he pulled his hand back.
“In your dreams…” you scoffed.
Scourge chuckled softly, stepping away and retreating back toward his apartment door.
“Don’t worry… you’re already in all of ‘em…”
Finally with your space free, you walked back to your home, trying to hide the flush on your face and the way your heart was racing.
As you grabbed your key and tried to unlock the door, his voice sounded once more:
“And just so ya know…” he murmured, half his body sticking out of his apartment door, his gaze heated. “Ya look beautiful when you’re mad at me…”
Even so, you refused to look to the side, your hand trembling as you tried to unlock the door. But the small smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. And it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by him as you disappeared inside your place.
Closing the door behind you, you let out a long sigh of relief.
But even so, deep down, you couldn’t hide the veiled attraction you felt for him. Maybe someday, with enough persistence, he would finally convince you to go out with him.
But for now, you’d settle for the blush on your face and the warmth in your chest.
The day was beautiful outside, few clouds in the sky and a clear path for the airship to continue without problems.
Your footsteps echoed through the corridors as you walked toward the small warehouse to help Wave with a few things.
It didn’t take long to get there; you opened the door with a gentle push, immediately spotting the green, smug figure leaning against his Extreme Gear with a mischievous grin.
Jet had an incredible talent for turning absolutely any situation into a competition. You knew him well enough to know that, having noticed those traits since the day you decided, against all good sense, to get romantically involved with him.
“Looks like I won…” he said, chest puffed out, pride clear in his voice. He adjusted the goggles on his head, chuckling softly.
“Seriously, you took a shortcut… outside the airship just to get here before me?” you commented, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief.
“It’s called strategy, sweetheart.” He shrugged. “Anyone who wastes time on normal routes also loses the race…”
“And since when were we in a race? This wasn’t a competition, Jet.” You raised an eyebrow.
He snorted, tucking the Extreme Gear under his arm and stepping closer.
“Tsk, tsk… We’re always competing in some way…”
You just rolled your eyes, looking away as he approached.
He didn’t even seem to care about Wave’s presence a bit farther back in the warehouse, counting inventory, which was the original reason you were both there.
“So, babe…” he asked softly, tilting his head. “Gonna admit I won?”
“Won what, exactly?” You laughed in disbelief.
“Your attention…” He flashed a smug grin with his beak, making your eyes widen for a moment before you snorted, letting out a short laugh.
“You know you got that a long time ago…”
“Yeah, I know…” he replied way too quickly, whispering near your ear. “And that’s exactly why I hate it when someone tries to steal you from me…” He growled softly, making you look at him, confused.
He laughed derisively, placing one hand behind you against the sliding door, trapping you there.
“That guy at the market…” he murmured in an almost irritated tone. “That jerk who kept staring at you yesterday…”
“Babe…” you sighed. “He just came to ask me for some information.”
“Oh yeah? He wanted to know a little too much then…” he growled.
Jet stepped back a few inches, letting out a loud, mocking laugh.
“Me, jealous?” He placed a hand on the feathers of his chest in a near-dramatic gesture. “Never…”
You smiled briefly, now stepping closer to him to whisper.
“Then… why are you so irritated?”
His smile faltered for a moment, almost imperceptibly.
“I hate it when they try to take what’s mine…”
“Just a little possessive, huh?”
“Oh, but it’s necessary…” He brushed his beak against your cheek. “There are plenty out there who’d do anything to have you with them…”
“But I chose you… you jealous bird.” You laughed, softly kissing the chitin of his beak, making him lean into your touch.
“I just don’t trust anyone who looks at you for more than two seconds…”
“Well… I can’t really control that, unfortunately…” You slid your hands over the fluffy feathers on his chest. “Feeling calmer now? I can’t believe you’ve been stuck on this since yesterday…”
Jet huffed briefly, stepping back a little and looking at you as if weighing something, his hand slowly sliding along your waist. Suddenly, he broke into a mischievous grin.
“I’m good now… but you know what would make me even better?”
“A little race…” he laughed playfully. “Not bad, right?”
“You’re kidding, right?” You shook your head in disbelief.
“I don’t joke about this stuff…”
“Jet… I’m not competing just to soothe your bruised male ego… over silly jealousy…”
“It’s not about ego, babe…” Looking back, you noticed Wave subtly watching you both, clearly curious about the conversation.
“And how about…” Jet looked at you hopefully. “We compete to see who organizes the warehouse faster?” he suggested.
Jet’s expression lit up completely at your proposal.
“Now you’re speaking my language, babe…” he laughed, taking a few steps back and setting the Extreme Gear near some crates.
“We just need to decide the rewards, right?” you asked him.
“You got it…” he laughed excitedly. “For me… a long kiss from you would do…” he murmured softly, staring straight into your eyes and making your face warm slightly.
“And if I win?” His smile widened even more.
“Let’s raise the stakes… I’ll let you choose whatever you want…” With that, you let out a teasing laugh, a mischievous smile on your face.
“Anything, no complaints…?”
“No asking for a rematch?”
“And no bird drama?” He opened his beak to answer, but hesitated for a second before sighing.
“… Alright, I promise, no drama…”
Already laughing victoriously, you grabbed his hands and pulled him toward the shelves.
“Better get ready for your bitter defeat, then…” you teased him.
“Someone’s gonna miss out on their victory kiss…” you laughed, watching his expression turn provocative.
“Oh, you think so?” Quickly, he grabbed your arm, pulling you against him with impressive ease.
And before you could react, he was stealing a kiss from you, savoring every second of it.
Eyes wide, you pulled away.
“You cheater!” you accused him, though your tone was still playful.
“And yet…” he murmured near your ear. “You chose me…” He chuckled roughly, leaving you blushing as he moved ahead to start organizing the warehouse.
“Yeah… I chose you… unfortunately…” With a joking tone, you moved closer, picking up items to count as well.
Every day with Jet was better than the last, you were sure of that.
A gentle breeze drifted in through the open window of the Chaotix Detective Agency office. You wished the atmosphere inside were as calm as the day outside, but you knew that was almost impossible.
Mostly because of the loud, irritating singing that had been going on for hours, coming from none other than the crocodile at the central desk, his hands sliding over papers as he organized documents into order.
For a moment, you stopped typing at your computer, narrowing your eyes to observe your boyfriend from where you sat. He was clearly absorbed in the music from his headphones, not even realizing he was singing louder than any normal ear could tolerate.
Vector’s desk was a complete mess, you had to admit—stacks of coffee cups, papers scattered everywhere, pens and pencils overflowing every corner. It was good that he wanted to organize things, if only he did it quietly.
Slowly, he turned to the side, noticing you watching him, and flashed a small smile.
“I’m telling you… this next case is gonna be a piece of cake!” he said excitedly, his long tail swaying back and forth. “Smells like easy money!” He sniffed the air as if he could actually smell it.
Slowly, you raised an eyebrow, grabbing your mug and standing up to go to the coffee maker.
“Vector…” you said calmly, pouring some of the dark liquid into your cup. “You said exactly the same thing about last week’s case…” you reminded him, trying to instill some sense into him that, no matter how easy it seemed, everything depended on nothing going completely wrong.
“We solved the case, didn’t we?” He shrugged, raising both hands. You watched him with narrowed eyes.
“You… almost got arrested…” you reminded him again.
Obviously, the client from that case had given some wrong information and forgotten to mention other details, which nearly got him and Espio arrested for trespassing.
It wasn’t even worth mentioning how much work it took to prove they were undercover on a case.
“Oh, come on, those were just details… in the end everything worked out!” He flashed a wide grin, showing his fangs.
Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. In the end, this kind of thing had become routine for you ever since you started working with him at the agency.
Moving closer, you brought the coffee pot over, grabbing one of his styrofoam cups and pouring some for him.
Suddenly, you noticed he went quiet for a long moment, and you looked at him, curious about his reaction.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he asked, his sharp eyes clearly focusing on your thighs, very close to his chair.
“What?” you asked, even though you already knew why; your closeness had been completely innocent.
“This…” he pointed with a pen. “Standing there… distracting me…” he laughed roughly.
“Me?” you laughed softly. “Obviously not, you’re the pervert here…” you teased him.
“Uh-huh…” he crossed his arms. “And you know damn well I can’t work properly when you… get that close…” he sighed.
“Then you better focus… I work here too… deal with it…” you poked his nose with your fingertip, placing the cup of coffee in front of the crocodile as he chuckled.
You went back to the counter, setting the coffee pot down, but you clearly heard his chair creak and his heavy footsteps on the wooden floor, until you finally felt him behind you, tall and imposing.
“Well… detectives need to observe everything…” he said in a low voice. “That includes threats…”
“Threats, huh? Which ones?”
“Oh, you’re a threat to my concentration right now…” he murmured, making you laugh.
“You’re right…” You gasped as you felt his hands slowly wrap around you from behind. “But I quite like that problem… should I be worried?”
Slowly, you tilted your head to the side to glance at him.
“Vector… weren’t you on an important case?”
“Yes…” He gave a mischievous half-smile. “And now I’m in the middle of something very interesting…”
But before you could answer, the office door burst open loudly. He quickly jumped aside, pretending to grab coffee too, awkwardly holding a cup upside down near the sink.
You decided not to warn him for now.
Espio appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he saw his boss looking embarrassed and strangely holding a cup like that, but he said nothing and continued.
“Vector…” he said seriously. “That client from the other day came back…” At the chameleon’s words, Vector immediately froze and tensed.
“Oh, he came back, huh…” He emphasized “he,” which made you both worried and curious.
“Yes…” Espio’s eyes flicked toward you for a moment before returning to Vector. “And he seems quite interested…”
“Interested how?” the crocodile frowned.
“He asked if the ‘pretty detective’ was available to talk…” Espio replied, crossing his arms.
Vector took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
“He asked, did he?” he growled.
Quickly, you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from storming out to the front of the agency.
“Relax, big guy…” you tried to calm him. “Remember… he’s just a client.”
“A client who’s way too nosy…” he grumbled irritably, grinding his teeth. “Stay here, I’ll be right back…”
“Vector…” you kept your hand holding him in place.
“It’s just a precaution… I’ll handle him…” he replied, far too serious for your liking.
“Are you jealous, by any chance?” you teased him playfully.
“No!” he answered quickly, then looked away, thinking for a moment. “Maybe just a little…”
At that, you let out a brief laugh, releasing him and crossing your arms.
“Babe… you’re a famous, confident, charming detective… are you really insecure about this?” you asked, making him ponder for a few seconds.
“I just… wanted to protect you…” he scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeah… I know…” he replied softly. “But I also like being the one who steps in before you have to…” With a small smile, you gently pulled him down to give him a peck on the cheek before heading to the front of the agency with Espio.
From the doorway, Vector leaned against the frame, watching everything from afar with eager eyes.
And the client, who already irritated him by nature, was standing there in the waiting area. When he saw you, a huge smile spread across his face and he quickly approached the counter.
He talked for long minutes, throwing you provocative looks and little smiles. Even so, it was clear to Vector how professional you remained at all times, your confident demeanor filling the crocodile with pride.
And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, the client left, allowing you to return to the office.
Espio stood up from his desk and headed for the door.
“I’ll give you some privacy…” he murmured, quietly closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.
“He asked me out to dinner,” you said casually, sitting at your desk.
“I said what I should have… that I already had plans,” you replied simply, returning to typing. Vector looked confused.
“And with who would that be? You’ve got a date already?”
“Yeah, I just set one up with a loud crocodile who snores louder than an engine and takes up two-thirds of my bed…” you joked, making him narrow his eyes and laugh.
“Oh yeah, that guy sounds nice…” he stepped closer to your desk, crossing his arms.
“Yeah… but he’s kinda jealous, you know?”
“Forgot to mention he’s only jealous when there’s a reason,” he replied. You laughed and gave him a playful punch in the stomach.
“You don’t need to be feuding with other men…”
“I wouldn’t call it feuding… I’m just making sure…” he murmured near your ear.
He leaned down, brushing the tip of his muzzle against your cheek.
“Making sure no one tries to steal my partner…” Holding your chin, he turned your face just enough for a slow, meaningful kiss. “Now… if you keep distracting me like this, I think I’ll have to close the office early…” he said heatedly.
“How irresponsible, huh?” you laughed.
“If it’s about you, I don’t care about other commitments, sweetheart…” he chuckled softly, making you blush deeply.
Working with the Chaotix really had its perks… and its great perks. And being close to Vector was definitely a benefit you loved having.
A cool, pleasant breeze drifted in through your open balcony, a light rain falling outside and making your night even more enjoyable.
Your fingers moved easily across the laptop keys as you tried to finish a report due the next morning at work, enjoying the moment’s calm to do so.
And you even thought you’d manage it—thought. Until you heard the unmistakable sound of metal outside, followed by very familiar footsteps on your balcony.
Sighing, you slowly looked back.
And as expected, there was the green hedgehog, adjusting his long quills as he casually walked into your home without even being invited, leaving wet footprints on the floor on top of it all.
When he noticed you looking, he flashed a crooked smile and chuckled softly.
“Hey… you can keep focusing there, don’t mind me!” Manic exclaimed, flopping down on the couch beside you with a huff, far too relaxed, practically invading your personal space without a shred of shame.
He craned his neck to look at your screen, raising an eyebrow.
You just sighed and went back to typing.
“What an aggressive question…” he laughed. “Can’t I even visit my own girlfriend anymore?” he said lightly, though the crooked, mischievous smile on his face said something completely different.
Slowly, you turned your head just enough to look at him.
“You just broke into my house again just for that?” you said, a bit irritated.
“Don’t sweat the details…” he shrugged. “The door was so far away…” he said, stretching lazily.
And before you could realize it, you felt his fingers wrap around your leg, beginning to tap rhythmically against your thigh as if it were nothing.
He was being unnecessarily provocative that night, and you knew it.
“Manic…” you called him in a warning tone.
“Stop,” you warned. But he only tilted his head to the side, as if he were completely innocent.
“With what?” He was really going to get on your nerves that night if he kept this up.
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath so you wouldn’t lose your temper with him.
“I don’t need to explain… you already know very well…”
“Yeah, yeah… I do know…” He leaned in, whispering in your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “That’s exactly why I’m not gonna stop.”
And as if to emphasize what he had just said, not only did he not pull his hand away, he made a point of sliding it even higher.
That was enough to completely ruin your concentration. You accepted that you wouldn’t be able to finish your work, not with him there.
“You’re trying to piss me off, aren’t you?” you murmured.
“Of course not…” He smiled. “I’m just testing how long you can stay all composed like that…”
Without thinking twice, you placed the laptop on the coffee table and turned your body fully toward him.
“So let’s make a bet, then?” you whispered, watching his surprised expression slowly turn into a dangerous smile.
“Sure…” He clearly liked the idea.
Leaning closer, you were the one invading his space now, bracing one hand on the back of the couch behind his head.
“Then pay close attention…” Your voice came out firm. “Because if you keep this up, I’m going to—”
“Hmm… gonna do what?” Manic interrupted, bringing his face even closer until his nose was almost touching yours. “Kick me out? Give me a lecture? …Or maybe you wanna do… exactly what I’m thinking right now…” He chuckled low, holding your wrist and stroking it with his thumb.
And just like that, all your bravado melted away almost instantly, undone by his words and that teasing touch. When you froze in place, the green hedgehog laughed, satisfied.
“Looks like I know you pretty well, huh?”
To your surprise, still holding your wrist, he stood up from the couch and pulled you along with him.
“Relax…” he murmured near your ear as he slowly guided you down the hallway of your place. “I promise I won’t make too much of a mess…”
“You used the right tense… ‘was.’ Now you can relax, ’cause you’re about to have some fun.”
“Idiot… that’s enough, I need to turn this in by tomorrow morning.” Letting go of his wrists, you slowly walked back toward your laptop.
Manic stood there for a few seconds, simply admiring the sway of your hips as you returned to the living room and sat back down on the couch.
He moved closer, leaning against the wall.
“I think you’re really attractive when you’re being all responsible like that,” he murmured playfully. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you love it when I tease you like this…” he laughed roughly.
“Oh yeah, sure…” You shook your head in disbelief. “I love it when you test my patience…”
“You bet, I love it,” he shrugged, sitting back down beside you on the couch, sprawled out and sloppy, but now seeming calmer.
For a long while, the room stayed almost completely silent, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing. The hedgehog behaved himself the whole time, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the screen as you typed.
He gave you all the time you needed to finish.
But the second you closed the laptop and set it on the table, Manic didn’t even wait a moment—he leaned toward you fast, planting an arm on each side of you on the couch, trapping you there.
“Seriously…?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“What? Don’t look at me like that… I was a gentleman and didn’t interrupt your important work.”
“You’re unbearable, you know that?”
“You forgot irresistible too,” he chuckled.
Slowly, you lifted your hands, carefully adjusting the necklace around his neck, which made the hedgehog’s smile soften, your hand lingering there longer than necessary.
“I’m not gonna encourage this behavior of yours,” you murmured.
“What? Saying I’m irresistible to you? You know it’s true, babe…”
He laughed softly at your words, clearly pleased, gently cupping your cheek with his hand.
“Heh… I know…” In a quick movement, he dipped his head just enough to steal a brief peck from your lips, pulling back right after, laughing with a wide grin.
Rolling your eyes, you gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
For a while, you both stayed like that, just enjoying each other’s closeness.
“Hey… how about ordering a pizza?” he suggested playfully.
“Yeah, right now… you must be starving after all that work…” Chuckling, he pulled away and grabbed his phone to place the order, sitting back down on the couch.
A pizza really wouldn’t be bad at all.
“At least you know how to think of something useful…” you teased him. The hedgehog flashed a sly grin.
“I need you well-fed. You’re gonna need energy for tonight…” he laughed suggestively, enjoying the deep blush spreading across your face.
That only made him laugh louder.
He really was a difficult hedgehog to deal with. But you were willing to spend every day with him.
Your eyes widened when you felt his hand lift your chin.
“Hey… sweetheart…” he said softly. “I love you so damn much.” His tone was gentle, warming your heart. “I’m proud of your work.”
There was no fighting that—nor the hedgehog you loved the most.
A cold, heavy rain poured outside, strong winds violently shaking the tree leaves. You could even hear an occasional thunderclap, even from inside your room at the Resistance base.
The worst part was that it forced you to stay locked in the room with a very bad-tempered tenrec.
That, in itself, wasn’t new—her bad mood was already something you were used to.
But on that particular day, her mood was getting dangerously out of hand. You could tell by the sparks and shimmering bolts flying off her quills as she paced back and forth in the room, huffing and grinding her teeth.
It was a looming danger—one wrong word, one unwanted move, and you could be hit with a 100MV shock. You liked your life way too much to risk it.
The crackling sounds formed bright currents of electricity running through her fur. With every snap, she cursed again, impressing you with her colorful vocabulary—though not really, since that was already expected.
You stayed more toward the corner of the room, facing a table, organizing some of your gear while pretending you were alone—even so, you kept watching her out of the corner of your eye.
“Stop looking at me like that!” Surge snapped, growling, though she hadn’t turned around yet. For a moment, you wondered if she was even talking to you or just losing it.
“Looking at you like what?” you murmured, raising an eyebrow.
She finally stopped pacing and turned to face you, blue eyes blazing with fury.
“You know damn well… that cautious look, like I’m about to explode!” She pointed an accusing finger at you.
That made you smirk, spotting the perfect chance to provoke her—even if it was risky.
“Well… I kinda think you are gonna explode… any second now…” you chuckled.
“I am perfectly under control, for your information!” She planted her hands on her hips, though her furrowed brow betrayed her completely.
Suddenly, a loud thunderclap boomed outside, shaking the room and making Surge jump in surprise, instantly embarrassed.
But the shock sent a small electric discharge flying from her quills, racing around the room and lighting it up before finding an innocent victim in one of the overhead lamps.
The bulb exploded with a sharp crack, glass flying everywhere and plunging the room into near darkness.
You almost raised your hand to jokingly point at the lamp, but Surge noticed immediately, baring her teeth.
“No! Shut up!” she snarled, clenching her fists before dropping heavily onto her bed.
Chuckling softly, you set your things down on the table and approached her—far less afraid than most would be, which was pretty much your special skill.
She turned her blue eyes toward you, giving you a wary look, uncertain of your intentions and confused about how to react to your sudden closeness.
To her surprise, you simply sat down beside her on the bed.
“Is this about the next mission?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m stressed… about a ton of crap…” she snapped. “About Eggman, this damn Resistance, this damn rain…” She paused abruptly, pointing at you and poking your chest. “About you!”
“Me?! What did I do?” You narrowed your eyes, incredulous.
“Obviously!” she growled. “You’re all calm and neat over there, organizing that stupid junk while looking at me like I’m some ticking time bomb! It pisses me off!”
For a split second, you considered telling her she actually was a lethal ticking time bomb—but you decided against it. No need to make things worse. Instead, you thought of a better way to provoke her.
Crossing your arms, you flashed a crooked grin.
“Does it piss you off? Or does it make you flustered…?”
“As if… don’t get ahead of yourself…” she snapped.
Still, it was obvious she’d gone a bit on the defensive, looking away and clicking her tongue.
“Go on… it costs nothing to admit you love it when I’m around… when I’m not scared despite all your angry outbursts…” Your voice was low, rough, and provocative.
“I’ll fry you with electricity if you don’t stop that,” she snarled.
“You can try… I’m right here, see?”
Surge only growled, standing up and resuming her pacing around the room.
“You have no fear of death… it’s almost funny,” she muttered irritably, shaking her head.
“It’s not that… I just know you’d never do that to me.” You stepped closer, stopping beside her. “After all… who else would you vent like this to, if not me…?”
Your words were whispered right into her ear, making her freeze and gasp softly, eyes wide.
“I hate you…” she muttered, fists clenched, though she felt a sting of disappointment when you started walking toward the door.
“You know that’s a lie,” you chuckled, turning the knob and giving a small wave. “I won’t be long… try not to demolish the room.” Laughing, you closed the door behind you, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
And she hated even more knowing that you were the only person she was truly willing to open up to like that.
But deep down, the bad-tempered tenrec understood that your presence made a huge difference in her life.
Even though she was more closed-off and solitary, she was willing to keep you by her side whenever she needed.
