There were patches of light on the pavement from the dim lighting, but there were also lengthy, ominous shadows in between. I tried to push the uneasiness that was crawling up my back away by shoving my hands deeper into my hoodie pockets.

Then, I heard it. Footsteps.

I initially wrote it off as a coincidence. It was not unusual for people to walk at night it was ordinary. However, the sound followed when I made a left turn at the next intersection. steady. enduring. keeping up with me. I purposefully let my sneakers scrape the earth as I slowed. The footsteps also became slower. I quickly and sharply moved to the right, hoping to dislodge whoever it was. They mirrored me once more.

My pulse quickened, a low thrum of adrenaline buzzing in my veins.

Someone was following me.

I came to an abrupt stop, turning on my heel to face whoever it was. “Do you need help, or are you just this bad at being following me?”

With dark hoods covering their faces, three figures entered the low light of the closest streetlamp. Their poses were stiff, and there was something about their demeanor that made my stomach turn.

The hooded figures exchanged glances. One of them muttered under his breath, but the words weren’t meant for me. Still, I caught enough to piece it together. “Plan failed. We need to act now. F.”

At my sides, my hands clenched into fists. My heart was racing, but not because I was afraid, rather, it was for another reason. Anger. I knew what they wanted to do, so I wasn't naive. They didn't appear to be here just to rob me and go.

I planted my feet firmly, my weight balanced, ready for what was coming. “Alright, If this is how it’s going to go, then show what you fuckers can do.”

One of them took a step forward and began to run. He pulled his arm back, fist pointing directly at my face, and his hood slid back a little, exposing a twisted sneer.

Time seemed to slow.

No, not just slow—it stopped.

The sound of the wind disappered into silence. I could hear a voice in my head, calm and steady. It wasn’t my own, yet it felt... familiar.

“Uppercut him.”

My body felt different, lighter, sharper, like every nerve was firing in perfect harmony. My mind was clearer, my reflexes heightened.

I moved instinctively.

I twisted my hips, ducked under his arm, and delivered a clean uppercut, driving my fist upward as his fist closed the gap. My knuckles struck the underside of his jaw with a firm impact. With a groan, he fell to the ground, clutching his chin as his head snapped back.

The other two moved in immediately.

From the left, the second guy lunged at me. The third man grabbed me from behind and locked my arms in a tight grip before I could counter his wild punch. He was surprisingly strong, as he held me in place, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“Got you now,” he hissed, his voice dripping with triumph.

The second man came over, grinning and clenching his knuckles. “Not so tough now, asshole huh?”

Despite my best efforts, the hold on my arms was as strong as iron. With the voice from earlier resonating softly in the back of my mind, telling me to remain composed, my thoughts raced.

Targeting my stomach, the second man swung his punch. I shifted my weight onto one foot and twisted my body as far as I could. I raised my knee and slammed it into his wrist as his fist was about to land. His punch went off course and completely missed me, and he gave a painful yelp.

This caused the to lossening the grip for a fraction of a second, of the man that was holding me. It was all I needed.

I drove my heel into his shin, causing him to grunt in pain and release me. I spun around and gave him a forceful elbow to the ribs, which knocked him off balance.

The second man, still clutching his wrist, charged again. This time, I didn’t wait. I stepped forward, delivering a swift kick to his knee. He buckled, collapsing onto the pavement with a pained shout.

The first guy, the one I’d uppercut, was back on his feet, his face twisted in rage. He lunged at me, but his movements were slower now, more desperate. I sidestepped him easily, grabbing the back of his hoodie and yanking him backward. He stumbled, losing his footing and falling hard onto the ground.

With my fists clenched and adrenaline pumping through my veins, I stood there panting. The three of them were lying all over me, moaning in agony and obviously second-guessing their decision.

The moment stretched, my voice echoing in the chilled night air as I growled, "You want more?"

Their confidence shattered like thin ice as they hesitated. As if to threaten me, their leader, a towering, haughty man, stepped forward and cracked his neck. He moved with purpose and calculation. With stiff, prepared postures, the other two flanked him.

My body moved on its own. It was like a surge of energy coursed through me, a fire igniting in my veins. One second I was standing, and the next, I was right in front of their leader, my fist connecting with his face in a blur of speed and force.

The impact was deafening, like the crack of a whip. His head snapped back, and his body followed, flying several feet through the air before landing with a heavy thud on the concrete. He groaned, clutching his face, and I could see a smear of blood where my punch had landed.

Confident, the other two froze for a moment. Shorter but stockier, one of them drew a knife, its blade was glittering menacingly in the streetlight.

My instincts told me to flee, to back off, for a split second. However, a deeper, more primordial part of me rejected.

"Stand your ground," the voice echoed in my mind, calm but firm.

Then the time slowed again, the world fading into a dull hum.

"Kick it out of his hand," the voice commanded, sharper this time, almost urgent.

My body responded as though it had been trained for this, and I moved. I swung around on one leg and kicked him in the wrist with a crisp, accurate kick. A few steps distant, the sword clattered to the ground after escaping his grasp. I took advantage on his hesitancy as his eyes widened in disbelief.

I swept his legs out from beneath him with a fluid, controlled action that caused my body to spin effortlessly. His legs buckled under him. He held his face as he fell hard to the ground.

But something caught my eye—the faint glint of blue hair peeking out from under the hood of their leader.

Blue hair.

The pieces clicked in my mind, a sinking realization twisting in my gut. F. Flash?

"DONT THINK NOW MOVE!"

The remaining attacker was lunging at me with the knife back in his hand when I turned just in time. The blade arced toward my face, glinting menacingly. I instinctively raised my arm to block the punch, but I wasn't quick enough.

My cheek felt a searing sting when the blade's tip touched it, and then there was a warm trickle of blood. I let out a painful hiss and took a step back as the attacker straightened himself. Even though the cut was shallow, it served as a reminder of the seriousness of the situation.

I was hotter than ever with anger. Despite my strained breath and heaving chest, I didn't back down. Rather, I charged ahead, my steps deliberate and relentless. I took hold of his wrist and gave it a violent twist, causing the knife to drop out of his hand again. I knocked the wind out of him by driving my knee into his stomach before he could respond.

He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

My body shook with adrenaline as I stood over them, my hands clenched. Devastated, the three of them lay like discarded rubbish on the street. I hardly realized that my cheek was throbbing and that blood was now running down my jaw. My mind was racing.

Flash.

I crouched next to the leader, grabbing his hood and pulling it back. Sure enough, the face beneath was one I recognized. Flash Sentry. His nose was bleeding, his expression a mix of pain and something else—shame?

“Flash?” I muttered, my voice a mix of disbelief and anger. “What the fuck was that? What the actual fuck were you thinking?”

He didn’t answer, his eyes darted away from mine.

“This didn't supossed to end like this” he muttered finally, his voice weak.

“What wasn’t supposed to happen?” I snapped, shaking him slightly. “What are you on?”

Before he could respond, the sound of distant sirens reached my ears. Panic flashed across his face, and I realized he wasn’t going to give me any answers—not here, not now.

“You’d better start talking, Flash,” I growled, releasing him and standing. “Because next time, I won’t be this forgiving.”

He glared at me but said nothing, his silence spoke volumes.

The sirens increased in volume, and I took a step back, my heart racing as I thought about what had just happened. I had previously thought of Flash Sentry as a good, even harmless man, but he had participated in an ambush, a actual fucking ambush on me.

I looked back over my shoulder as I turned to leave, and there he was, still lying on the ground with his face contorted in agony and something darker and more profound. For the tiniest instant, his eyes, which I knew to be a clear, simple blue, flashed a startling, vivid green.

His eyes returned to their normal color for a moment.

“Don't. Let. Sirens. Get. You.” he croaked, the words barely audible over the distant wail of approaching police cars.

For a split second, I thought he appeared nearly remorseful. A switch seemed to flick, and his face twisted in rage before he spat. “Fuck you, you monster.”

His remarks struck me with their venom. Monster? Unconsciously, my hands clinched, and I stepped back, as I saw the far-off red and blue lights of police cars.

Flash’s head lolled to the side, his expression dazed, almost like he’d been hit with a bat.But I didn’t stick around to see what would happen next. My instincts screamed at me to run, and I obeyed them without hesitation.

I sprinted through the streets, my body moving with a speed and agility I didn’t know I possessed. My surroundings blurred as I pushed myself harder, faster. My feet barely seemed to touch the ground, and for a moment, I felt lighter—almost weightless.

Instinctively, my hand reached up to my head and touched something new and soft. I recognized what it was. How could i not? Only one thing feels like that

pony ears.

“Again?” I muttered, my voice swallowed by the night.

As I approached the familiar silhouette of my house, the ears vanished fading into nothingness. However, the weight of the experience weighed heavy on my chest, and the weird feeling persisted like a unitchable itch.

Gasping for breath, I slowed and stumbled in the front door. Even though the warm light of the living room welcomed me, the comforting familiarity of home did little to calm the storm roaring within of me. My father came out of the doorway, his eyes furrowed in anxiety as he looked over me and lingered on the gash on my cheek.

His face was contorting in fear. “Boy, what happened? Did they come from Cloudsdale? Did they di—”

“No, Dad, just some random thugs. I’m fine. I fucked them up. You don’t need to worry.”

He didn't seem convinced. His gaze pierced mine, looking for something, perhaps the secret I was hiding.

His hand sprang out and grabbed my shoulder as I tried to push past him and make my way to the stairs.

I shrugged off his grip. “It’s nothing, Dad. Just a scratch. I’m fine.”

But as I climbed the stairs, Flash’s words echoed in my mind.

“Don't. Let. Sirens. Get. You.”

He wasn’t talking about the police. I knew that now. The look in his eyes, the green flicker, it was about something else.

My breath eventually slowed as I went into my room and shut the door behind me. I winced at the sting as my fingers touched the cut on my cheek.

The speed. The reflexes. The voice in my head. Men im really lossing my mind.

And again, the ears.

I didn’t know who or what these “sirens” were. But i know they are not something good.

The dim moonlight coming in through my window created gentle lines throughout the room as I perched on the edge of my bed. My imagination vividly relived the night's events, the precise movements of my body that I was unaware I possessed, and that voice...

Mom helped me.

She had been gone for so long, yet in that moment, but it felt like she was right there, guiding me.

I tried shaking my head to ignore the concept, but my thoughts soon turned to Flash. Sure, the guy had always been annoying, but he wasn't the type to surprise someone in the middle of the night. It must be someone who put him up to it. It didn't sit well with me that he had attempted to kill me because of school gossip. Something deeper was going on.

Then, as if a spark of light broke through the storm in my head, I remembered the kiss.

I kissed Sunset.

Well, on the cheek, but still… I kissed her. Grin spreaded across my face, and before I could stop myself, a small laugh bubbled out. The memory of her blushing, her giggle—it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. I leaned back on the bed, still fully clothed, staring at the ceiling as the laughter faded into a soft, contented hum.

“How do I feel about her?”

Did i really loved her? Images of her flashed through my head, her fiery hair catching the sunlight, her warm smile, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn't even notice the creak of the door until I glimpsed movement out of the corner of my eye. The door was half open, and my dad was looking in.

Was I talking to myself?

With his hands in his pockets and a knowing smile on his face, he entered. He crossed the room carefully and sat down on the chair at my desk, his smile equal parts pleased and… proud?

“So…” he started, leaning back in the chair. “Son, you really have some feelings for her, huh?”

“Dad, it’s not like that,”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head like he could see right through me. “Oh, it’s not, huh? So, her kissing your check yesterday was what? A friendly gesture? Haha you’re more like your mom than you realize,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.

“What do you mean?”

He smiled, leaning back in the chair again. “She had this way of wearing her heart on her sleeve, but when she cared about someone, you could see it. Even though she wasn't entirely aware of how she felt herself, she always went out of her way to make them feel special..”

“You’re saying I’m like her because… I don’t know how I feel?”

“It’s not a bad thing, son. It just means you’re figuring it out. And from the way you lit up just now, I think you’re headed in the right direction.”

“You looked happy, you know,” he added after a moment. “When she you came insite yesterday, even with everything that happend, the truth about your mother, you had this… glow about you. Like you’d just seen the world’s greatest sunrise.”

“Sunrise, huh? Nice one, Dad.”

“Just calling it like I see it. Get some rest, kid.”

As he reached the door, he paused, looking back at me with a more serious expression. “And for what it’s worth, your mom would’ve loved her.”

After he left me, i sat there in silence, his words were replaying in my head. My fingers brushed against the cut on my cheek, and my mind wandered back to Sunset.

Did I love her? I think so....

My body was suddenly jolted awake by a surge of energy. As I swung my legs over the edge, the bed creaked beneath me, and every movement felt strangely light. Although it wasn't totally unpleasant, the slight ache in the muscles served as a reminder of how hard they had been pushed during the fight.

I went to a bathroom as my first action. As I switched on the shower, the cool tile against my bare feet helped me feel grounded. I stepped in and let the warm water run over me, relieving the tension that had been there. I got a clear view of myself when I eventually shut off the stream and cleared the fog from the mirror.

It was a shallow cut, but it will be noticeable for days, a tiny crimson line traced under one eye. When fingers softly touched it, the sting served as a brief but acute reminder of how imminent danger had been.Then gaze dropped lower on my abs.

Did I gain muscle?

I ran a hand down my torso and tilted my head. Compared to what I remembered, my stomach appeared more defined. Yes, I had always been a little toned from doing odd jobs and participating in activities, but this? This was new. In some way, my shoulders, arms, and chest all appeared wider.

Nah, probably just never noticed before, I thought, shaking my head and laughing at myself,but a small part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… well different.

Upon drying off, I chose to wear a basic long-sleeve shirt, like i wasn't wearing them everyday. Even if the cut on my face might attract some attention, it's classic, cozy, and unobtrusive, making it ideal for blending in.

My dad was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee when I came downstairs. He looked up as I walked in, his eyes going straight to my cheek.

“Morning,” I said, taking a quick bite to eat. I ate quickly because I was excited to get out and spend day with my friends. “Alright, I’m off,”

“Wait. i’ll drive you today.”

“Dad, it’s fine. I don’t need a ride. I can walk.”

He stood up, setting his coffee cup down with a firm clink. “I don’t work today. It’s no trouble.”

Sensing that there was more to this than he was revealing, I slightly narrowed my gaze. “You sure?”

He shrugged, trying to play it off, but I caught the tension in his shoulders. “What, I can’t do something nice for my kid every once in a while?”

“Fine,” I said, grabbing my jacket.

With the steady hum of the motor filling the void between us, the car trip was largely silent. My mind wandered to the test as I gazed out the window. Yes, I was anxious, but I kept telling myself that Sunset's help wasn't going to waste.

We pulled into the school parking lot.

That’s when I saw her.

With a smooth purr, Sunset's motorcycle's engine switched off as it drew into the space directly next us. Her fiery hair caught the morning sunlight as if it had its own glow, and she effortlessly flung her leg over the bike. She noticed us immediately, her eyes flicking between me and my dad. Then, to my utter horror, my dad raised a hand and waved at her.

“Dad!” I hissed, giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

“What? I'm just being friendly.”

With a grumble, I grabbed my luggage and got out of the car before he could worsen the situation.

Sunset approached, her helmet tucked under her arm. “Morning,” Her eyes lingered on me for a little longer than usual as she spoke. Her frown softened as her gaze shifted to the cut on my cheek.

“Morning,” Trying to pretend that my dad wasn't keeping a close eye on us from the car, I answered.

"Nice ride,” she said, nodding toward the car. “Well, I’ll see you inside,” she said, giving me a small smile before heading toward the school.

I turned back to my dad, who was grinning ear to ear. “What?” I asked, exasperated.

“Nothing,” he said, though his tone was anything but innocent. “Just think you two look together, that’s all.”

I ignored his last comment and followed Sunset.

I kept feeling like Sunset's eyes were still blazing into me as I made my way to the school gate. As I turned to look at her, I saw that she was looking right at me with a worried expression on her face. I initially assumed she was simply waiting for me to catch up, but then she fixed her eyes on my face, focusing on the cut beneath my eye. Her face instantly shifted, her jaw hanging open as though she was unsure whether to admonish me or gasp.

“What happened to you?” Her voice was tight with worry. In an instant, she was inches from me, bringing us closer together. She touched the side of my face, close to the cut, with her fingertips, as if she needed to be sure it was real.

Her touch was soft but full of intent, and I flinched, not out of pain but because of the sudden intensity of her worry. “It’s nothing, Sunny,Really.”

She didn’t buy it for a second. Her brows furrowed, and her jaw tightened. “That is not nothing,” she said firmly, her voice dropping into a serious tone that almost sounded like a lecture. “Who did this to you?”

My dad who was still sitting in the car, was smiling through the glass, before I could reply. He watched the entire conversation. Thankfully, he started the engine and drove away when I turned to wave him off, but not before giving me a cheeky thumbs-up.

Once my dad was out of sight, I turned back to Sunset, who was still looking at me with that same intensity, her hands now resting on her hips. “Well?” she prompted, her amber eyes searching mine for answers.

“It’s not a big deal, “Just some random guys trying to pick a fight. I handled it.”

She crossed her arms over her chest “Random guys, are you seriously thinking that random guys wanted to beat you and this happened out of nowhere?”

I didn’t want to tell her about Flash, well, not yet. Something about the way his eyes had glowed green, the strange way he’d spoken, made me think this was part of something bigger. Until I had more answers, I wasn’t about to drag her into it. She doesn't need to have anything more on her mind right now.

Instead, I deflected. “Have you ever heard anything of sirens?”

Her expression shifted, her brows knitting together as confusion replaced her anger. “Sirens? Like... these fish girls? Why you asking?”

“It’s just something one of them mentioned. Probably nothing. I was just curious.”

Sunset's eyes continued to stare at me for a minute more, as if she was weighing whether or not to trust me. She finally let out a sigh and lowered her arms to her sides.

“Well, whoever they were, it’s not nothing, someone wanted to hurt you. That’s serious. You should call the poli-”

I tried to lighten the situation by giving her a little smile. As I had done the previous evening, I reached out and gave her a gentle stroke on the head. “Shhhh, Sunny. It’s okay. We have a big test today, remember? You need to focus on that, not me.”

Her expression softened slightly, though the worry didn’t completely leave her eyes. She let out a small huff, crossing her arms again. “Fine, but don't think that this is over.”

“Sure thing, One crisis at a time.”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn't continue to fight. The other girls were waiting near the statue, so we all headed there together. Rarity's keen eyes focused on my face as soon as we were close. . “Darling! What happened to you?”

Relax, Rarity. It’s nothing serious. Just a little scuffle.”

“A scuffle?!” she repeated, her voice rising in pitch. “That’s hardly reassuring!”

Applejack stepped closer.“Who did this? Who do we need to teach a lesson?”

Before I could answer, Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically, her curls bouncing with the force of her reaction. “Was it ninjas? Pirates? Ninja pirates?!”

Rainbow Dash folded her arms, her expression skeptical. “You’re not telling us everything, you don’t just get a cut like that from nothing. Spill.”

I held up my hands in a gesture of surrender. “Alright, alright. I got into a fight, okay? But it’s fine. I handled it. End of story.”

Rainbow smirked, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes. “Well, at least you showed them who’s boss. Good job, tough guy.”

Sunse shot Rainbow a sharp look. “It’s not something to joke about, Dash,”

Rainbow’s smirk faltered, and she raised her hands defensively. “Alright, alright. Chill.”

Sunset turned back to me, her gaze lingering. “Just... be careful, next time don't just jump to fist fight, okay?”

“I will,” I promised, my voice steady, though inside, I felt a mixture of warmth and guilt. Her care for me was genuine. Thats for sure.

Before the moment could stretch into something too intense, Pinkie Pie’s unmistakable voice burst through like a ray of chaotic sunshine. “SOOO, HOW DID THE STUDYING GO? “Did you two get closer?”

My face started to get hot right away, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that Sunset's cheeks were already getting really red. Her normal poise appeared to have vanished from the scene as she opened her mouth, stumbling to find an answer. I made the decision to take charge before she could speak.

“Yes, Pinkie,” I said, pausing for dramatic effect. “We did get closer. If any of you were wondering, I can confidently say that Sunset and I are much closer now.” Haha pow pow get that. Wait. What did i say right now?

Everyone in the group froze. Rarity's hand flew to her chest as she gasped gently, raising her perfectly formed eyebrows. Fluttershy let out a tiny “Oh my” as she looked between Sunset and me with wide eyes. Even Applejack seemed momentarily stunned, though her lips quickly curved into a smirk.

Sunset, on the other hand, looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Her face was so red it rivaled the color of her hair, and she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my gosh… You didn't said that right? Its in my head.”

I couldn't resist laughing. I watched their expressions, and the tension from earlier vanished. “What? You were all thinking about it anyway, weren’t you?”

Rarity fanned herself dramatically with one hand, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Well, I must say, darling, that was not the response I expected. But bravo!”

Applejack tipped her hat back. “Didn’t think you had it in ya, sugarcube.”

Sunset's face remained red when she finally lowered her hands. The corners of her lips revealed a tiny, ashamed smile despite her stare at me. “Okay, okay, enough,”

I gave her a quick look and our eyes briefly locked. Her embarrassed expression changed to something softer, and I experienced a pull in my chest that I couldn't quite put my finger on but didn't want to let go of.

Before the teasing could escalate further, the bell rang, signaling it was time for class. Sunset and I exchanged a quick look before walking together toward the classroom, the rest of the group trailing behind us.

The mild tension in the air was noticeable as we walked into the room and sat down. As they handed the test papers, I took another look at Sunset. A sense of serenity washed over me as she smiled at me, a little encouraging.

To my astonishment, everything Sunset had taught me the previous evening suddenly came flooding back when the test's first question glared back at me. Everything was as obvious as day, including the formulas, techniques with small tips she had taught me.

With every solution I wrote down, my confidence grew as I tirelessly worked through each difficulty. I once took a quick look at Sunset to check on her. I was shocked to see that she was already observing me, her brow slightly wrinkled as though she was attempting to determine how I was doing.

I gave her a subtle thumbs up, and her expression softened into a proud smile. The way her eyes lit up made my chest feel warm, and I couldn’t help but smile back before returning to my test.

The remaining part of the test went by quickly, and I completed with a silent sigh of relief as I leaned back in my chair. I was feeling better than I was expecting. In addition to the fact that I knew I had performed well, Sunset's belief in me enabled me to reach this point .

When the bell rang to announce that the test and class were done, I stretched and took one final look at Sunset. I mouthed, “Thank you.”

“Thanks again, If it weren’t for you, I would’ve totally failed that test. You know that, right?”

Sunset grasped a strand of her flaming hair between her fingers and shrugged, a slight flush creeping across her cheeks. You’d probably do fine on your own,” she said, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the slight wobble in her voice.

“Nope, not a chance. I’d probably be laying on the desk, staring at the clock, just waiting for it to end.”

That earned me a giggle from her, though she quickly tried to smother it with her hand. “Okay, okay, then… you’re welcome.”

But I wasn’t about to let her off that easily. “No, no, just saying thank you isn’t enough,” I said, pretending to think. “Hmm… I’ve got it. I’ll come help you at lunch.”

Sunset blinked, her brows furrowing. “Help me? With what?”

“With your lunch duties in the cafeteria. I’ll help you serve, clean, whatever granny want's you to do. It’ll make your job easier, and I’m sure Granny would appreciate an extra set of hands. Plus…” I grinned. “We can listen to her stories together. You know she always tells the best ones.”

Sunset responded right away. With her hands flying up as though to physically prevent the idea from taking root, she gave a hasty shake of her head. “No, no, no, absolutely not. That’s my job. I need to recompestate the entrence i destroyed. I don’t need help. I—”

I held up a hand, cutting her off mid-protest. “I don’t need to do anything, Sunset. But I’m still helping, becouse i want.”

She crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze at me, her lips forming a tiny line. . “Fine,” she said, her tone a mix of irritation and defeat. “But if you end up stinking like apples, it’s not my fault!”

“Apples don’t stink Sunny haha, Wait... a second…” I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice just enough to add a playful edge. “OH. Are you embarrassed that you’ll be working with a guy... who kissed you on the cheek?”

Her response was invaluable. She stared at me, utterly speechless, her eyes widening and her cheeks turning a deep pink. “Wha—I—no! That’s not—” she stammered, tripping over her own words as her hands flew up.

I raised a single brow, the corner of my mouth twitching upward in amusement. “Hmm? Is that a yes?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands as she turned away from me. “maybe” her voice muffled but still carrying a mix of embarrassment and begrudging affection.

I leaned back, chuckling to myself as I watched her try to collect herself. “Hey, Sunny, don’t collapse on me now,”

Sunset's shoulders tensed, and then she laughed a little in frustration. She slowly turned back to face me, her countenance softening but her face remainied crimson color.

“You’re lucky you’re charming enough to get away with this,” she said, pointing a finger at me as if scolding me.

“Charming? I’ll take that compliment.”

She rolled her eyes, but the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “Whatever, just don’t make me regret agreeing to this.”

“EY. Don’t worry, you won’t!” I called after her, catching up to her quickly.

Author's Note

This is a quick Chapter i wrote before job, why flash attacked oc? Did someone made him do it? The scent of blooming love is in the air, the MH doesnt feel like keeping it a secret either. Have fun reading as allways !