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SCOPE & SIGNAL - HYPERLASER X MELEEPHIGHTER!READER {2ND PART}

tags: phighting!, hyperlaser x reader, soft tension, aim practice aftermath, slowburn, post-training bonding, mutual pining,

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It was nearing dark by the time the two of you parted ways, Hyperlaser's silhouette shrinking in your periphery as you made your way back home. Your legs ached, but it wasn't from the hours of stance correction or the amount of times he made you reload and shoot again. It was that weird post-socializing buzz—the kind that sticks to your skin like static.

You hadn't even made it to your door before your phone buzzed.

[Hyperlaser]: made it home. don't get jumped on the way in, hotshot.

You smiled, thumb hovering over your screen before replying.

[You]: safely inside. no mugging. 0/10 experience.

You saw the three dots of him typing for a second, then nothing. You figured that was the end of it. But just as you were getting into pajamas, your phone buzzed again.

[Hyperlaser]: guess i should thank you. that was the first time i've trained w/ someone who didn't make me want to rip their hair out.

You snorted.

[You]: that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. i feel honored.

[Hyperlaser]: don't get used to it.

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You didn't know when the training sessions became a thing. They weren't scheduled. Hyper would just text you stuff like "bring ammo" or "meet me where we practiced last time." Sometimes it was one-on-one phights, sometimes it was just aim drills. Sometimes he wouldn't say a word, and the only conversation between you was the quiet clicking of weapons being loaded, fired, reloaded again.

But today was different.

Hyper didn't message you first.

You did.

[You]: hey, got a sec?

No reply.

A few minutes passed. You almost double-texted, but right as your finger hovered over the screen, the notification came through.

[Hyperlaser]: yeah. something up?

[You]: no! just felt weird not seeing you today.

...You winced after hitting send. Immediate regret. That definitely read weird.

You locked your phone, tossed it across the room, and faceplanted into your pillow.

Then it buzzed again.

You rolled over to check it.

[Hyperlaser]: huh. weird. i was thinking the same thing.

You sat up, wide awake now.

[You]: no training today?

[Hyperlaser]: nah. dom needed backup. subspace was being a freak again.

[You]: yikes.

[Hyperlaser]: y/n

[You]: yeah?

[Hyperlaser]: you free tomorrow?

You blinked.

[You]: yeah. why?

[Hyperlaser]: no reason. just meet me same place, afternoon. bring snacks.

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That next afternoon felt unusually warm, not because of the sun, but because Hyperlaser looked weirdly relaxed.