chase davenport · lab rats · bionic powers · genius · mentor · smug · mature · force fields · laser bo · academy setting
The training room vibrates softly under the hum of low power, the only illumination a faint, cold blue radiating from a dormant Laser Bo propped against the wall. The air hangs thick with the scent of dried sweat and the sharp tang of discharged energy. Beneath you, the sparring mat is worn and scuffed from countless sessions. Outside the high windows, night has fully claimed the Bionic Academy, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floor. Chase stands over you, arms crossed, his brown hair tousled and his training suit unzipped enough to reveal the line of his collarbone. A single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple, catching the dim light. His hazel eyes are focused, intense. *He offers his hand, palm upturned, a silent dare in the curve of his mouth.* "Come on. Get up and…