✴️✴️ We are the fighters✴️✴️

||Mysterious energy...

Ali's pov~

It was a sunny afternoon, so I decided to take Comot on a walk.

As I was about to cross the kitchen to go to the living room, I caught a glimpse of Dad.

I arched my back and peeked in the kitchen, where I saw Dad on the dining table.

"Eh? Dad?" I stood straight and walked in.

"Hm?Oh! Ali! Good afternoon my boy!" Dad said happily.

"Good Afternoon Dad, how are you here? didn't you have a meeting??" I asked him.

"Well.... the meeting was postponed so I decided to come back home." He said patting Comot's head, resulting in the cat purring.

"Oh!"

Then I noticed a photo frame in his other hand.

"Uh... Dad? who is in that photo frame?" I asked pointing towards it.

Dad looked back at the photo and grinned widely.

"Oh, this? It's a photo of my Junior College time with my friends." He replied.

Now, this is interesting, I sat beside him and observed the photo.

There were three boys approximately of their 18s of age.

Then three girls who seemed to be of the same age.

And then, wait- Dad?

"Uuu~ Dad! you look handsome! no wonder Mom fell for you!" I said smirking, winking, and nudging him at the same time.

"Of course I was, no! I still am!" Dad said proudly.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"So Dad, who are they?" I asked.

"You wanna know them?" he asked.

I nodded and scooted closer.

"Okay so, here, this girl with burgundy hair is Myra. She was the calmest one among us." Dad said pointing at the person who was on the right side of the three girls.

She was smiling gently.

"Her calmness is reflected  on her face." I said.

"Yeah, and these two girls, they are twin, Elaiza and Carina, Elaiza was the elder twin, here, the one with glasses and a bit shy person whereas Carina was a younger bubble of energy. Even though they had different personalities, both of them had great intellect which made them the youngest students in the College." He said.

"Youngest?" I asked.

"Yeah, they were 1 and a half years younger than us." 

"Oh!"

"And this guy here with blackish-brown hair and a white streak is Amato. He was a different person, he was a really kind guy. And you know, he had this red-colored weird yet interesting robot named... uhh.. what was his name... micha...macha....Aha! Mechabot!" Dad claimed.

"Mechabot?"

"Yeah, I don't know how Amato had him but they were best friends, even though they fought like a cat and a dog, they were pretty close. And to be honest, Mechabot left no chances of embarrassing Amato in front of us. hehe..." 

I laughed slightly but then, my gaze fell on the two red-haired guys.

They were somewhat, familiar.