Art Credit: tuanonna15 (Tumblr)
Prompt: Confessions
Pre-show AU
It is Valentine's Day, Adora heard from gossipers, and on that day you give the person you love most homemade chocolate. What she didn't expect, however, was her best friend's proposal.
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Adora let out a sigh, sweat trickling down her brow as she spread her aching body across the cold, metal bench in the rather green-hued locker room. Her squadron eyed her and her panting, though, they weren't inclined to say anything to the soon-to-be force captain. Frankly, they had heard enough of the frequent scolding of Catra on the training field; that was enough to speak for Adora herself.
The blonde let out a sigh, draping her reddened arm over her eyelids in hopes to get a few moments rest before Shadow Weaver called for more laborious activity. Thinking she was asleep, the squad (minus Catra, who was nowhere to be seen) resumed their peculiar, secret conversation.
"Valentine's Day is tomorrow, right?" Kyle asked.
"Why are you asking? What even is Valentine's Day?" a dark-skinned woman—Lonnie—demanded forcefully.
The smaller shrugged. "It's supposed to be a day where you give homemade chocolate to someone you love—I dunno; I just heard some fore captains talking about it."
The tall, alligator-like male, a man who was currently leaning against the wall with crossed arms, scoffed. "So," he started, "you just snuck in another bunker and eavesdropped? That doesn't sound like you."
A smirk furrowed on Lonnie's face, her hair tied in a bun behind her head. "What? Are you telling me that you have a crush, Kyle?"
Kyle's face grew flustered, and he jumped up to flail his arms about. "No! N-Not at all! Uh-uh, not one bit."
A petite girl, who looked like a vanilla sundae with a flood of chocolate walked by in her training uniform, her hair flowing like a muddy stream down a waterfall. She waved at Kyle, greeting him quickly before ushering her squadron behind her to follow her out. The blonde boy instantly strained his posture, straightening his back and his face looking like the inside of a watermelon. "H-Hi Clarissa!"
After she passed and Kyle let out his breath, the plumpest man of the squad hit Kyle across the back. "Right. You were saying?" he taunted.
"Shut up, guys!"
The room erupted in laughter. Adora, her headache making it unable for her to eliminate her wakefulness, sat up with a low groan. She rubbed her temples and rearranged her ponytail to straighten it. She knew her friends were looking at her, but she could hardly care. Growing up with the Horde meant the virtue of privacy was seldom.
"What's all this about this 'Valentine's Day'?" she asked, her voice cracking from exhaustion just as her barrier from a migraine was. She had never heard of such a day, and she had heard of a lot of days from the curses Shadow Weaver spouted. A day of love? Never heard of.
The fellowship looked in disbelief at her. It was as if she an otherworldly being sent to save them all from their untimely demise or something.
"And what in the world is chocolate?"
Kyle laughed. "Adora," he said in a sing-song manner, "are you in love too?" The rest of the squad rolled their eyes, turning to place their belongings in a locker and turned their tails elsewhere.
Love was never an often occurrence among the cadets. Sure, there were the usual crushes—Adora had too many to count—but nothing such sublime as a true romance. She could say she liked someone. But loved? That was just out of the question.
