Y/N thought she had left her past behind. After barely surviving her final mission with A.E.G.I.S (Advanced Enforcement Group for Interspecies Security) she walked away from the life of combat and secrecy, trading it for the quiet comfort of a coffe...
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Valentine's Day had never been something Y/n paid much attention to. Maybe when she was younger, when romance was still some distant fairytale, but after everything she had been through, it just wasn't something that ever felt real.
But then there was Shadow.
And he complicated everything.
It had been weeks since their fight, and while things between them had improved, there was still something unspoken lingering in the air. A tension neither of them seemed to know how to address.
So when Y/n walked into AEGIS that morning, she certainly wasn't expecting to find a small, neatly wrapped box sitting on her desk.
She stared at it. A few of the other agents were milling about, most of them making side comments about Valentine's Day. Amy had already been gushing over the flowers Sonic had left for her, Rouge had made some vague remark about "making Knuckles squirm," and even Tails had received some sort of anonymous love note.
But this? This was different.
It wasn't flashy. No name, no card—just a plain, black box with a single silver ribbon.
Curious, Y/n glanced around before carefully untying the ribbon and lifting the lid.
Inside was a sleek, combat-grade knife.
Her brow furrowed as she carefully picked it up, feeling the weight in her hands. It was perfectly balanced, the kind of craftsmanship only someone very particular would commission. And when she tilted it slightly, she noticed something small engraved along the hilt.
Her name.
And next to it... a single letter.
S.
Y/n's breath hitched slightly.
She knew who this was from.
Just as she was about to put the knife back in the box, a familiar voice spoke from behind her.
"You like it?"
Y/n turned to find Shadow standing a few feet away, his arms crossed, his usual stoic expression in place—but there was something... off in his gaze.
She smirked. "A knife, huh? Real romantic."
His ears twitched slightly. "It's practical."
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course you'd think that."
She twirled the blade in her fingers, testing its weight. "But... yeah. I like it."
Shadow nodded, looking satisfied. "Good."
But he didn't leave.
Instead, his gaze darkened slightly, arms still crossed. Y/n noticed the way his fingers tensed against his biceps, like he was holding something back.
