What is this 'Dimensional Chat' ?

Chapter 14. A New World, A New Life, A New Love

The piercing sound of an alarm jolted Satria awake. He groaned, glancing at the clock. 6:15 AM.

He rolled over to his right, expecting to see Kiyohime, but her side of the bed was empty. With a sigh, he got up, dragging himself to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he donned the Kuoh Academy uniform. The sight of it in the mirror made him groan again.

"High school... again? And in an anime world, no less. This feels like some cruel cosmic joke." Satria muttered. He had no interest in reliving high school life, but this was his reality now.

Once ready, he descended the stairs. The enticing aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, guiding him to the dining room. There, he stopped in his tracks.

Kiyohime stood by the stove, clad in a white apron. Her elegant movements and serene smile made her look like the perfect housewife. Satria found himself staring.

"Damn, she's adorable," He thought, trying to remain calm but his playful smile could not be hidden. "This is the perfect time!"

As Kiyohime turned to head to the kitchen, Satria suddenly clapped his hands, startling her.

"I feel a song coming on!" he declared dramatically, striking a pose.

Kiyohime blinked, utterly confused. "Eh? Danna-sama?"

(Play Ost)

Satria grinned. "Hit it, Kiyohime!" He didn't wait for a reply. Instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket, swiped to his playlist, and hit play. The upbeat, jazzy tune of Specialist from Persona 4 burst through the speakers.

Without missing a beat, Satria started moving. His steps were clumsy at first, but then he got into the rhythm, twirling and swaying across the living room like a man possessed. His confident smirk stayed plastered on his face as he added exaggerated arm movements to the mix.

"Danna-sama! What are you doing?" Kiyohime exclaimed, hands covering her mouth in shock. But despite her words, a small giggle escaped her lips as she watched his ridiculous moves.

He snapped his fingers and pointed to her mid-spin. "You, my dear, are my inspiration!" He danced over to her, grabbing her hands and spinning her around in an impromptu waltz.

"Danna-sama, stop! This is embarrassing!" Kiyohime protested, her cheeks flushed, but her smile betrayed her amusement.

As the song reached its climax, Satria dramatically dropped to one knee, the music fading into the background. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, cheap ring-a plain silver band with no embellishments.

Kiyohime froze, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening.

"Kiyohime," Satria began, his voice uncharacteristically serious, "I might be a fool dancing like this, but I know one thing for certain. You're the one I want by my side, now and forever." He held up the ring with a cheeky grin. "It's not much, but after I graduate or perfectly ready, I'll make this official with a real one. Will you be patient with me until then?"

Kiyohime stared at him, her mouth slightly open, utterly speechless. Her face turned crimson as she tried to form a coherent response. "D-Danna-sama... I-what-this is...!" she stammered, her hands fluttering nervously by her sides.

Satria smirked at her reaction, slipping the ring onto her finger before she could protest. "So, what do you say, my lovely housewife-in-training?"

Kiyohime finally found her voice, though it was shaky. "Y-Yes! I'll wait, Danna-sama... but what was all of that?" she asked, still trying to process the whirlwind of events.