The Brightmoon Institution (Catradora Boarding School AU)

Prime Puppet

"Catra, darling, why so stressed?" DT purred as they rounded the corner, Adora chewing on her lip like gum as she sped up.

"I don't know anything, this is gonna be awful-"

"Adora, calm down! You're freaking out, so I'm freaking out, and WHEN I'M FREAKING OUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

Catra's voice raised as she shook her folio at Adora, the large black thing overshadowing her like a slate of cement.

"But it's Textiles! The last one left too."

Adora direly wished she could skip time in that present moment. Her final exam for the semester, and then she'd be done for a blissful few months. Catra didn't look nervous, but Adora knew she was on edge with the Show coming up in only a few short weeks.

"How are you so chill DT? The play's in a few months, and I'm definitely not ready to ditch my script."

Catra mumbled , her words barely registering past the large black folder. It was practically half her size.

"You won't need to, not yet. And I've got my timeline all mapped out."

"Organized fucker," Catra grumbled under her breath, clutching her folio tighter to her chest. Adora resisted the urge to snicker, knowing she'd only earn herself an elbow to the stomach.

"Come on ladies, we've got this."

DT winked at them a final time, the doors of the examination hall coming closer, and closer, and closer...until all of a sudden Adora was right in front of them.

"I'm fucked."

Catra grinned beside her.

"So's the world, it's alright."

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Adora flopped onto her bed, groaning in happiness into the soft sparkly pillow. Catra sauntered in after her, dusting her hands off as she kicked the door closed.

"That was aggressive," Adora mumbled, twisting her neck in curiosity. She spotted Catra leaning against the wall, a chunky leather boot resting against the cream colored door.

"I'm in an agressive mood."

Adora flipped onto her back as Catra approached her. She was tired, but she was never too tired for this. Especially when Catra had that goddammit snarky smile spread across her face.

Adora sweared she was carved by the gods themselves.

"Oh?" She breathed, Catra straddling her on the bed. Her centre tightened, something igniting in her chest as Catra pressed closer on her body. Adora instinctively rested her hands by Catra's hips, slipping under the hem of her fabric to rub small soothing circles on her skin.

"You love to torture me, don't you Blondie?"

Adora sighed in content, murmuring something that could barely be deciphered by her own ears. She thought she might've heard Catra purring, if it wasn't for the bang of the door closing.

"Adorraaaaa!"

Bow singsonged as he entered the room, his eyes momentarily closed before they flew open to reveal....well, Adora and Catra.

The pair just stared blankly at him, the thought to detach didn't cross either of their minds. It took Bow a moment longer than necessary to realize, and when he did-

"OH FUCK NO, NOT AGAIN."

He bolted out the door, sending the girls into a fit of laughter. Catra rolled off of Adora, wiping tears from her eyes.