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In his room, Mario was quietly reading a book, lying on his bed in his pajamas and almost completely covered by the blankets.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated loudly, making him raise an eyebrow as he picked it up from the nightstand. It was a message from Sonic.
Sonic: "Hey, you awake?"
Mario raised an eyebrow again but quickly replied.
Mario: "Yeah. Why?"
Soon, three dots appeared on the screen, followed by Sonic’s response.
Sonic: "Did you know Mythra likes to sleep hugging something really tightly?"
That definitely threw Mario off. There was no reason he should know that. After all, he hadn't talked much with Mythra or Pyra, or any of the newcomers, at least not yet.
Mario: "No. Why should I?"
Sonic: "Well, at least you’re not dealing with what I am."
Before Mario could ask anything, Sonic sent a photo—it was a selfie of him with a tired and annoyed expression... while Mythra hugged him tightly, sound asleep with a faint smile on her lips.
Mario blinked several times, incredulous at what he was seeing on the screen. He looked more closely at the photo, noticing how Sonic could barely move under Mythra’s grip. His annoyed expression completely clashed with hers, as if she were having the best sleep of her life.
Mario shook his head, holding back a laugh.
Mario: "Hahaha, how did you end up in that situation?"
Sonic’s reply came quickly.
Sonic: "Short story: we were talking in the lounge. She got sleepy, lay down, and just as I was about to leave her be... she grabbed me like a plush toy, and now I’m stuck."
Mario facepalmed with a soft sigh. It was typical of Sonic to get into ridiculous situations, but this time he had really outdone himself.
Mario: "Well, at least she looks comfortable."
Sonic: "Yeah, she’s comfortable. Meanwhile, I feel like my ribs are seeing the afterlife."
Mario rested the phone on his chest for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Should he help him? Maybe he could go and wake her up with some excuse, but... at the same time, the image of Sonic stuck like that was just too funny to not let him suffer a little longer.
Finally, he typed out his last response of the night.
Mario: "Buona fortuna, my friend. May the Mushroom Kingdom hold you in its glory."
Sonic: "You’re the worst."
With a satisfied smile, Mario turned off the screen and set the phone back on the nightstand. Then he got comfortable in bed and closed his eyes peacefully.
As for Sonic, he sighed in resignation and let his phone drop to the floor. This wasn’t how he expected his evening to go.
He glanced at Mythra sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of his suffering. He tried to move an arm, only to find that her grip had gotten even tighter, as if her subconscious feared he might escape.
"Great..." he muttered under his breath, turning his head to the side.
It’s not like he really minded being there. Mythra at least smelled nice and her hair wasn’t itching his face, which was a plus. But he couldn’t stay trapped here all night. He had things to do... like sleep in a real bed and not be used as a living plush toy.
He still didn’t fully understand how he ended up in this situation. He’d been training in the training yard with her, Shulk, and Pac-Man. Everything was going fine until then. Then he and Mythra went to the lounge to relax after training. They talked about trivial stuff, laughed, like two normal people. Ever since the incident with his room that made him stay with Pyra and Mythra for a week, he’d grown closer to them.
But the last thing he expected was to end up in a situation like this.
Very carefully, he tried to slip out of Mythra’s grip, moving his torso in small increments. He managed to free himself a few centimeters before the girl let out a sleepy murmur and clung to him even tighter.
"Oof! Seriously?!" Sonic whispered with a grunt.
This wasn’t going to work. He needed another way out, and fast. Before someone walked in and found him in this compromising position. Damn, if someone found out about this, he could live with it, but he knew Mythra couldn’t—she’d blame him and try to kill him.
...Actually, that sounded kind of fun, but he didn’t want to cause her a scandal, so yeah; he had to get out of there.
Sonic took a deep breath and decided to try a different tactic. If trying to move only made her hold on tighter, then maybe...
"Okay, Mythra, I need you to let go," he whispered, speaking as if he actually expected her to understand.
Obviously, she didn’t respond.
"Come on, cut me some slack here..." He tried to slide his arm, but Mythra buried her face in his chest and muttered something unintelligible.
Sonic rolled his eyes. This was getting ridiculous. If he couldn’t slip away, then he had to make her let go on her own.
With a sly grin, he leaned toward her ear and, in the most casual tone in the world, said: "Hey, Pyra, would you like to hug me too?"
As if someone had poured ice water on her, Mythra jolted and opened her eyes wide.
"What?!" she exclaimed, confused and groggy.
It was the perfect chance. Sonic took advantage of her distraction and slipped out of her grip, rolling off the couch and landing on his feet with his usual flair.
"Ah-ha! Free at last!" he declared triumphantly, stretching his arms.
Mythra blinked several times before realizing what had just happened. Her cheeks lit up instantly.
"What the hell were you doing there?!" she snapped, pointing at him accusingly and immediately covering her chest as if she’d just been touched.
Sonic shot her a sarcastic look.
"Uh, I didn’t do anything. You’re the one who grabbed me like a Koopa in a surprise box."
"That’s a lie!"
Sonic pulled out his phone and, with a mischievous smile, turned the screen toward her, showing her the photo he had sent to Mario.
Mythra froze. Her eyes darted between the image and Sonic several times before she fully grasped the severity of the situation.
"...You’re a dead man."
"Wouldn’t that be ‘dead hedgehog’ in my case?" he replied with his usual smug grin.
Mythra scowled, but before she could retort, Sonic was already one step ahead, slowly backing toward the door with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to dodge an oncoming attack.
"Come on, Mythra, no need to get like that," he said with fake innocence. "It’s not that embarrassing. Who hasn’t accidentally used someone as a plush toy?"
Mythra’s murderous glare clearly said that, in her opinion, that was not a valid comparison. "Delete. That. Photo."
"Hmm... I don’t know," Sonic teased, swiping his finger across the screen, as if weighing his options. "Maybe I should keep it as evidence for future use. You never know when I might need to remind you of this sweet, touching display of affection."
"You have three seconds to delete that before I drive the Aegis Sword through your face!"
Sonic grinned broadly, which only made her angrier. "Oh, is that a threat? Because it sounds more like a challenge."
For Mythra, that was the last straw. With a golden flash, her sword appeared in her hand, and without a second thought, she lunged at him.
But Sonic was ready. The moment she stepped forward, he spun on his heels and dashed out of the room at full speed, laughing as he went.
"You’ll have to catch me, Myth!"
"I’m gonna make you swallow that damn phone, you bargain-bin blue hedgehog!"
Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as Sonic ran and Mythra gave chase, shouting loudly enough to wake up more than one Smash fighter who just wanted a peaceful night’s sleep.
Dr. Mario was reviewing some files in his office. He was used to working late hours—after all, you never knew when an emergency might happen.
Like right now, when suddenly there was a hole in the wall and Sonic was lying face-down on the floor in pain.
Dr. Mario merely sighed and walked over to a "days without incident" counter, taking down the 80 and resetting it to 0 before turning to look at Sonic.
"I don’t know what you did, but something tells me you had it coming."
Groaning in pain, but still holding onto that classic Sonic attitude, he replied:
"Worth... it..." he said, raising a finger before collapsing into unconsciousness.
Dr. Mario shook his head and set the folder aside.
"This is what happens when you provoke a woman with a legendary sword," he muttered, moving over to examine the unconscious hedgehog.
The next day, Sonic emerged from his room still sore, though he knew he kind of brought it on himself by trying to joke around with someone like Mythra.
As he walked down the halls of Smash Mansion, Sonic stretched carefully, still feeling the ache in his back.
"Okay, maybe I pushed Mythra a bit too far," he admitted to himself, "but honestly, it was worth it."
He smiled, remembering the look of sheer panic on her face when she saw the photo. Sure, the chase had ended with him embedded in Dr. Mario’s office, but it had been a fun night.
As soon as he reached the dining hall, the unmistakable sound of the mansion’s morning chaos greeted him. Some fighters were eating at their usual tables, others were debating battle strategies, and more than a few were already engaged in friendly brawls this early in the day.
Sonic walked up to the breakfast counter and grabbed a couple of chili dogs—his go-to morning meal.
"Well, looks like you survived the night," commented Mario, already seated with his coffee and a slice of toast.
Sonic rolled his eyes as he sat across from him. "Just barely, but yeah, I’m still in one piece... mostly."
Mario chuckled. "And Mythra?"
Sonic shrugged. "Haven’t seen her yet, but if I’m lucky, maybe she won’t try to kill me before lunch."
As if the universe wanted to spite him, Mythra walked into the dining hall at that exact moment.
Sonic tensed slightly, expecting another murderous glare, but to his surprise, the girl looked more... embarrassed than angry.
She grabbed a food tray and, after hesitating for a moment, walked over to the table where Sonic and Mario were sitting.
"Can I sit here?" she asked, in a tone that sounded more like a command than a question.
Sonic and Mario exchanged a glance before shrugging.
"Sure," Mario said.
Mythra sat down and started eating in silence. Sonic noticed that, even though she wasn’t looking directly at him, she occasionally shot him quick side glances.
Deciding to have a little more fun, he rested an elbow on the table and gave her his trademark grin.
"So, did you sleep well without using me as a plush toy this time?"
Mythra choked on her juice. "Can you not bring that up?!"
Mario nearly spit out his coffee from laughing.
"Come on, it’s just an innocent question," Sonic said with a face that was anything but innocent.
Mythra clenched her teeth, clearly holding back her fury. Then she sighed and shot him a warning glare. "Don’t say another word about it. It never happened."
Sonic grinned even wider. "Oh, right, of course. It never happened..."
"Exactly."
"Just like it never happened that you hugged me with a smile while sleeping peacefully..."
Mythra gave him a glare that could’ve melted Sephiroth himself. "Sonic..."
Amused, Mario decided to step in before Sonic ended up in Dr. Mario’s office again.
"Alright, alright, let’s change the subject before Mythra launches you through another wall."
Sonic laughed but finally let it go... for now.
Breakfast continued without further incident, though Sonic couldn’t help but notice that, despite everything, Mythra hadn’t chosen a seat that far from his.
Some time later, Mythra had fallen asleep again on the living room couch. It was surprisingly comfortable for a sofa not meant for sleeping, and she was also holding onto something... soft. Very soft and cozy.
She slowly opened her eyes, just to see what she was holding… and then her eyes widened like plates when she realized that, once again, she had Sonic in her arms.
The difference, however, was that this time Sonic had also fallen asleep—probably having resigned himself to the fact that this woman had absurd strength even while sleeping. Another difference was that this time, she woke up first, and he was still asleep.
Mythra felt her face flush and sighed. How had this happened twice? She had no idea, and honestly, she didn’t care. She should let go of Sonic and leave before he woke up with that stupid smug grin that always drove her nuts.
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Any moment now...
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Well, truth be told, for a hedgehog, his fur was incredibly soft...
Mythra frowned slightly as she felt the warmth of Sonic’s fur against her.
No... don’t think about that.
She had to move. She had to get up and pretend none of this had ever happened. If he woke up now, he’d never let her live it down!
But her body had other plans.
Five more minutes...
She closed her eyes again, unconsciously hugging Sonic a little tighter.
He murmured something in his sleep but didn’t wake up.
Mythra held her breath.
Okay... just a little longer...
Unfortunately for her, Sonic wasn’t the type to sleep for long.
Just a few minutes later, he groaned slightly and shifted a bit. Mythra immediately tensed up.
"Mmm... what...?" Sonic opened one eye slowly.
Mythra’s eyes flew wide open, and panic hit her like a truck.
"Don’t say anything!" she snapped immediately, slapping her hand over his mouth before he could get a word out.
Sonic blinked a few times, confused by the sudden move.
Then his brain finally caught up, and he became fully aware of their position.
Mythra. Hugging him. Again.
And she was awake before him.
Sonic narrowed his eyes and smiled under her hand.
Interesting.
She noticed instantly, and her expression shifted from panic to pure fury.
"No. Not a single word." Her voice was a deadly warning.
Sonic raised both hands in mock surrender... but the smug look in his eyes gave him away.
Mythra gritted her teeth. "I don’t know how this happened again, and I don’t care. All I know is that if you mention anything about this, I swear I’ll launch you into space."
Sonic placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. "Hey, hey, relax. What kind of guy do you think I am?"
She narrowed her eyes. "The kind who laughs about this every chance he gets."
"Fair," he admitted shamelessly. "But you’re the one who hugged me this time. Also... you still haven’t let go."
Mythra blinked. Her expression went from annoyed... to horrified.
She looked down.
She was still hugging Sonic.
With both arms.
And her leg was... on top of him?!
She recoiled like he was on fire, falling to the floor with a clumsy thud.
"Ugh! What the hell?!" she shouted, blushing all the way to her ears as she jumped up, frantically brushing herself off like she could erase the whole scene from existence.
Sonic, still reclined, sat up calmly, scratching his head with that smile that clearly said, This just keeps getting better.
"Wow, Mythra. That’s twice now. You’re gonna make me think you miss me when I’m not around."
"Shut up!" she snapped, pointing at him like that alone could vaporize him.
Sonic squinted playfully, acting innocent. "Hey, I’m just saying what I see."
Mythra grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him with all her strength. Sonic dodged it with a slight tilt of his head, like he’d known it was coming.
"You’re impossible!"
"And you’re a public menace when you sleep. But hey, at least we’re being honest with each other."
Mythra glared at him... but under that glare, something flickered. Confusion. Bruised pride. Maybe even... a tinge of guilt.
Because even though she didn’t want to admit it, a small part of her didn’t really mind hugging him again. Worse: she felt safe. Comfortable. And that was what bothered her the most.
"This... never happened," she muttered, turning toward the door without daring to meet his eyes. "Got it?"
Sonic crossed his arms and grinned, leaning back against the couch. "Sure. Never happened. Just like last night. Just like the photo."
She stopped just before walking out. "If I find out anyone’s seen that photo, you’re going to end up stuck inside a Warp Star upside down, got it?"
"Promise," Sonic said, placing a hand on his chest. "Although... I wonder if Mario already deleted it..."
Mythra turned around with a glare so threatening that even a tiny Pikmin climbing a flowerpot in the corner started shaking.
Sonic raised both hands instantly. "Joking! I swear!"
She stared at him for a few seconds... then spun on her heels and walked out without another word, slamming the door behind her.
Sonic watched her go and, once alone, let out a small, amused sigh.
"She’s way too easy to rile up," he chuckled. "Although one of these days, I am gonna end up with her sword jammed in my ass if I keep this up."
It looked like that day was going to come sooner than Sonic could’ve ever imagined.
A few days later, Sonic was quietly reading a book in the library when suddenly, someone slammed a hand down on the table in front of him, startling him.
Looking up from his book, he found Zelda staring at him wide-eyed.
"Is it true?!" she blurted out.
"...First of all, good afternoon. Second, lower your volume, lady—this is a library. Third, is what true?"
Zelda narrowed her eyes, clearly impatient. "Don’t play dumb."
Sonic propped his elbow on the table and looked at her with amusement. "I swear I have no idea what you're talking about... though if you wanna play twenty questions, be my guest."
Zelda sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose like she was summoning patience from deep within. Then she leaned in closer, lowering her voice.
"Is it true that Mythra fell asleep with you in her arms?"
Sonic’s grin vanished so fast it was like it had never existed. He blinked once, then—
"...Excuse me?!" he hissed as quietly as he could. "How did you...? Who told you...?" He froze, blinking again, before fixing her with a look of equal boredom and irritation. "It was Mario, wasn’t it?"
Zelda crossed her arms, studying him with the same intensity she’d reserve for deciphering an ancient encrypted scroll.
"Who told me doesn’t matter. What matters is that now I know the truth."
Sonic groaned and rested his forehead in one hand. "I’m gonna kill that plumber..."
"So it is true."
Sonic looked at her with that same tired expression, then raised his book and returned to reading. "So what if it is? Mythra sleepwalks and does weird stuff. That’s all there is to it."
"Hmm... if you say so," Zelda replied with mock innocence, before shifting to a far more serious tone. "In any case, I’d be fearing for my life if I were you."
"Because people might tease me if they find out? I don’t care, Princess," Sonic said with a shrug. "Rumors have never bothered me, and you know that."
"Oh, I know. I meant you should be afraid of Mythra finding out," she pointed out. "Because she will. And when she does, she’ll want to kill you."
Sonic slowly lowered his book, as if he’d just read the worst prophecy of all time. His expression hardened into a mix of resignation and genuine fear.
"...I’m a dead man..."
Zelda nodded with a calm that was borderline malevolent. "More like a dead hedgehog."
End of Chapter 47 (To be continued...)