Sanders Sides One-shots

Wavelength (BROTP - Analogical)

Ship: BROTP Analogical (sorry, I freaking love this ship, lol)

I'm sorry this update is so late btw! I've been trying to catch up on my sleep!

I hope this update is worth the wait. I dunno.

Note is at the bottom!

Their relationship was... different, to say the least.

But would they trade it for anything in the world? Absolutely not.

How do you explain such a relationship? How do you explain that there's someone out there who you can just click with? Someone who just understands you? Someone who you can understand? Someone who you can relate to? Someone who accepts you? Someone who can read you like a book? Someone who makes you the priority?

Someone out there for you?

How do you explain that? You can't. They couldn't at least. They just were what they were.

And the best thing about their relationship was how they connected. Their minds had this strange link. A wavelength if you must.

And to say they exploited it would be an understatement.

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It had stemmed from their debate (if you could even call it that). The video had been rather strange. After all, it wasn't often that the epitome of logic and the epitome of fear went head to head against each other.

"Anxiety, the first question goes to you."

"Too much pressure, no," he whined, looking down.

"Yesterday, I was texting someone I liked very much." Thomas began, "they made me feel itty-bitty butterflies in my tummy and sunshine in my heart."

"Ugh."

"Ugh." Logic disapproved simultaneously.

As Thomas continued to explain his predicament, they caught one another's gaze, nodding in agreement at the prospect of having to deal with romance.

The debate progressed, no one noticing the moment the two of them realised that perhaps they weren't completely dissimilar.

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"And Anxiety?"

"Save your insults. I'm just gonna deck out." Anx began sinking out, avoiding eye contact.

"Actually, um. I was going to tell you that was a good debate today."

"W-what? What...what do you mean?" Scared, vulnerable, uncertain, suspecting. His body language was guarded and his eyes were full of hope that he seemed to be trying to stamp down.

It broke Logic's heart. What had they done?

"I mean, you did good job."

"How?" Anxiety asked, unbelieving, "I was barely trying... I hissed at you."

"Yes, I must admit, that was a fairly uncommon debate tactic. But despite you clearly not enjoying taking part, you still participated. You offered your points, and you even reasoned. In your own way. And all that is commendable."

"This is so pure," Thomas whispered, not taking his eyes off the heartfelt moment going on between them.

"I gotta say... I don't really know how to react to you complimenting me. Kinda thought you didn't like me." He thought for a bit, before adding, "'specially after last time when you called me a defeatist."