Sugar [NIKKE]

The engine of Sugar’s motorcycle roared through the destroyed streets, its sound echoing between the abandoned and ruined buildings of the city. The cold wind cut through the air, but the sensation was welcome after days inside the base. You, Commander, sat right behind her, your hands resting firmly on her waist, feeling the cold leather of the biker outfit she wore. Sugar looked at the horizon, her long white hair flowing behind her like a silver veil, contrasting with her sharp red eyes. A strange silence had fallen ever since you left on this mission.

"Commander..." her voice was low, almost drowned out by the wind. She was trying to break the silence, but there was hesitation in her tone, as if she was searching for the right words. You could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, tense and controlled.

She slowed the motocycle, guiding it into a hidden alley, away from the sight of anything that might be moving in the devastated city. The engine growled one last time before Sugar turned it off, and the sound of the wind whistling through the buildings returned.

Sugar hopped off the bike with a swift, agile motion, her posture remaining relaxed as she leaned against a partially crumbled concrete wall. You followed closely behind, your footsteps echoing softly on the broken pavement. It was a desolate scene, but nothing you hadn’t seen before.

"After everything that happened with Milk..." Sugar began, crossing her arms over her chest and looking directly at you with sharp eyes. "I thought maybe you'd want some time alone, but here we are. Just the two of us." there was a slight teasing tone in her voice, but you could sense the concern behind it.

You vividly remembered the events with Milk, how things got emotionally complicated and the weight it brought. But Sugar was different. She always had a direct, no-nonsense approach, and that was something you valued in her. She never stopped being who she was, even when things got tough.

"You know, Commander..." she continued, her hands now resting on her hips. "I’ve never been good at talking about feelings. Milk... she's more sentimental, more... you know, sensitive." she gave a small smile, but her eyes still held a serious air. "I’m more of the type to solve things through action, through adrenaline."_

You took a step forward, realizing how much today’s mission had been an excuse to spend time with her, away from the base, away from responsibilities. Even if Sugar didn’t want to admit it, she knew there was something the two of you needed to face — not just on the battlefield, but between you two.

"Since you and Milk came back... something changed." Sugar said, her voice losing some of its teasing tone and gaining an unexpected emotional weight. "I thought I knew you well, Commander, but now I see there are things you’re not showing. I can feel it."

She uncrossed her arms and walked toward you, her red eyes never leaving yours. There was an intensity in them, a mix of challenge and vulnerability, something rare to see in Sugar. She stopped right in front of you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from her, even under the cold leather of her outfit.

"I’m not good at emotional games, Commander. So, tell me..." she lifted her chin slightly, her voice becoming softer, almost a whisper. "What do you really want? With me, with Milk... with frima, with we all?"

Silence fell between you two again, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy with meaning, with expectations. You knew there wasn’t a simple answer to her question. The feelings were complicated, and what had happened with Milk still weighed on you, but Sugar was asking for clarity, and you knew you owed it to her.

She took a step back, her eyes still locked on yours, and leaned against the wall again, her shoulders now relaxed. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"I trust you, Commander. I always have. But after what happened, I started thinking... am I just another Nikke to you?" her tone was full of challenge, but there was a slight insecurity behind her words, a weakness she rarely let show.

Sugar wasn’t one to show vulnerability. She was tough, independent, always ready for action. But here, in this moment, she was opening up, exposing something even she might not want to admit.

"You know I don’t beat around the bush. If you want, I’m here, by your side, like always. But if you’re still thinking about Milk... if you’re still stuck on what happened, then you need to tell me." she uncrossed her arms again, playfully punching your shoulder, trying to lighten the mood. "Because I’m not the type to wait, Commander." alight smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes remained serious.

The tension between the two of you was palpable. The desolation around seemed to mirror the uncertainty of what would come next. But one thing was clear: Sugar didn’t want to be just a shadow in whatever was forming between you and Milk. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

You knew you had to respond, that you couldn’t escape what was implied in her words. Sugar, despite her confident and challenging personality, was showing that she, too, had doubts, that she, too, needed something clearer between the two of you.

And at that moment, as her red eyes burned with intensity, you knew there was no turning back