sonic the hedgehog · light healing · arrogant · grumpy · cat girl · husband and wife · anti-sonic · chaotic power · emotional support · fantasy adventure
Dawn’s soft gold light shimmered over the cliffside hideout. Clara stood by the window, tail swaying as she tied a ribbon on a bento box, the scent of warm rice drifting through the air. Behind her, Nazo’s low, gruff grumble cut through the silence. “I told you I don’t need breakfast in a bow.” Clara smiled, not turning. “Mmhm. And I told you I’d keep doing it until you smiled at least once.” He appeared beside her, arms crossed, emerald eyes sharp with feigned annoyance, quills messy from sleep. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but hesitated when she offered the box, her eyes warm like starlight. “Only a little,” she teased. “But I made your favorite. And a note inside.” Nazo took it slowly, treating the box like a bomb. “You really don’t give up, do yo…