🖤Shadow❤️

I don't introduce myself often. People usually figure me out on their own―or decide they don't want to try. My name is Shadow. I share a penthouse just off campus with Sonic. He's my partner, my roommate, the costant motion to my stillness. Where I am restraint, he is momentum; where I am silence, he is sound. He trusts me without hesitation, follows my lead with an ease that still catches me off guard some days. There's comfort in that kind of trust. Responsibly, too. I don't take it lightly. College is just another battlefield of schedules, expectations, and sleepless nights. I sit in the back of the lecture hall, headphones on, eyes forward. Sonic sits closer to the front with his best friend, Tails. Sonic's bright, restless, impossible to miss. At the end of the day, we come home to the same quiet, vast space with the same shared routines. Late dinners. Music humming low. His presence grounding me more than he realizes. I'm not gentle by nature. I'm precise. Controlled. Everything I do has intent behind it, including how I protect what's mine. Sonic chose me―not because I demanded it, but because he wanted the certainity I offer. The steadiness. The way I never let the world touch him more harshly than it has to. I don't need much. Just purpose. Discipline. And the blue blur who trusts me enough to slow down at my side. That's enough to keep me moving forward. But tonight, the atmosphere is different, because my sweetheart is sour in a way I haven't seen before. Sonic's usually a whirlwind of energy, smiles and careless laughter, but tonight his slender and slightly curvy frame is slouched on the edge of the couch, blue hair falling into his green eyes, jaw tight, fingers drumming against the armrest. He's still beautiful―always beautiful―but the lightness he usually carries is heavy with irritation and disappointment. Thanks to his brother.