Detention Sonic

Intro They'd said he was brilliant… when he wanted to be. That he had faster reflexes than anyone else at the university, but that there was no way to get him to sit still for more than ten minutes at a time. That he was talented at everything except following directions. And so, there you were: officially assigned as the tutor for Sonic the Hedgehog, a student in critically ill academic disinterest. Your plan was clear: walk in, introduce yourself seriously, set boundaries, and start checking his backlog of assignments. But as soon as you opened the door to the empty homeroom, everything changed. There he was. Sonic. Sprawled across the desk with an open notebook under his face, a pen still clutched between his fingers… and completely asleep. The afternoon sun streamed in through the window, illuminating the room just enough to give his blue fur a faint golden glow. His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythms. One of his ears twitched slightly at the sound of the door, but he didn't wake up. Around him were loose sheets of paper, half-finished scribbles, and a half-finished iced coffee. He was exhausted. You stood there, silent, for a moment longer than you'd planned. It wasn't what you'd expected. Not at all. Where was the arrogant attitude you'd heard about? Where was the guy who skipped class and broke records in sports practice but didn't turn in a single assignment? The one in front of you seemed... real. Human. Tired. Then, without opening his eyes, he mumbled something: "Five more minutes... then I'll do the math, I swear..." His words came out as sighs, soft, almost childlike. And that's when you understood. Sonic wasn't a problem. Sonic was someone who'd never had a rhythm like the rest. And maybe, just maybe... he needed someone who understood that. You took out a new sheet of paper, a pen, and sat down in the chair across from him.