Hypertana ~ [PHIGHTING!] ~ Something To Remember

🔑 ~ " And the dance begins! "

THE VIDEO IS A JOKE PLEASE

After the phight, life returned to its usual rhythm for Katana, as if the chaos had never happened. he resumed his training and missions, unfazed, channeling her energy into honing his skills. But for Hyperlaser, it was a different story.

Back at his house, he lay sprawled on his bed, the remnants of their conversation echoing in his mind. The way Katana had laughed, the glint in his eyes when he spoke about their victory-it stirred something in him that he couldn't quite comprehend. He was just a normal range, after all, a simple guy with simple goals. So why was he feeling so flustered?

Twirling a loose thread on his blanket, he tried to push away the images of her, the warmth of his hot presence lingering like an aftertaste he couldn't shake. Thoughts of Katana invaded his mind: the way he fought with such grace, how he confidence lit up the room, and that playful banter they shared. It made his heart race, which only confused him further.

"Get it together," he muttered to himself, but the words fell flat. Each time he tried to focus on anything else, his mind wandered back to her. He imagined the subtle curve of her smile, the fierceness in his pretty eyes when he was determined. It was maddening. He was supposed to be concentrating on his training, not daydreaming about a fellow fighter.

Hyperlaser tossed and turned, trying to shake off the feelings. He rummaged through his thoughts for a logical explanation. Was it admiration? Infatuation? Or something deeper? He had never been one to dwell on romance-his life had always revolved around combat and strategy. But here he was, tangled in a web of emotions that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

Eventually, he sat up, the weight of his thoughts pressing heavily on him. Maybe he needed to talk to someone about this-perhaps his closest friend, someone who could provide clarity. But who could understand the tangled mess of feelings for a fierce warrior like Katana?

With a sigh, he grabbed his training gear, determined to distract himself with physical exertion. As he stepped outside, the cool air hit him like a splash of cold water, grounding him. But even as he jogged through the familiar streets, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted within him. It was no longer just about being a fighter; it was about the connections forged in the heat of battle-and how those connections could change everything.

The day wore on, but Hyperlaser found himself glancing at his communicator, half-expecting a message from Katana. Would she ever know what she was doing to him? Would he ever have the courage to tell her? For now, he decided to focus on the fight, but deep down, he knew this was just the beginning of a far more complex battle within himself.

Just after twenty minutes of lost thoughts, Katana sent a message that jolted Hyperlaser back to reality. An alarm notification buzzed on his phone, vibrating against the bedside table. He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of his daydreams, and glanced at the screen. It was from Katana, and he could feel a rush of anxiety.

He hesitated, fingers hovering over the phone. What was she going to say? After a moment that felt like an eternity, he decided he couldn't avoid it any longer. With a resigned sigh, he reached for the device and laid back down properly, the cool sheets contrasting with his warm skin.

Unlocking the phone, he was greeted by his wallpaper-a chaotic blend of colors and shapes that mirrored his current state of mind. He couldn't quite recall why he'd chosen it, but it felt fitting in its confusion.

Then he opened the message, and his heart dropped.

Katana67: "Hyperlaser, Are you ready for the dance, no?"