Shadow has never been the type to show or express that much affection. He wasn’t the kind to give out hugs to just anyone so easily or the kind to display any kind of public affection so quickly. If anyone even tried to surprise hug him, he’d probably assume it was an attack of some sort. That was how it used to be, until Sonic came into his life.

Ouma stares at the flowers that litter before his feet, each one a shade of gold that seemed to glitter in the darkness of his room. The blood that had come out together with the flowers was there too, the disgusting color mocking him, reminding him of the fact that just as his class despised him, so did the one person he learned to love.