Baby x Ballora One-shots

Detention

Baby, a freshman at the time, was considered to be the top dog of her school-grounds. Nobody pushed her around, and most certainly, nobody even dared to step up to her level. She loved sports, and always found herself in a pack... although this pack had a tendency of getting her in big trouble.

The redhead slowly walked into the detention room, her backpack swung loosely over her shoulders as she waved at the familiar baddies that sat in their usual chairs. She walked over to her desk and seated herself in her usual spot, Baby letting out a long sigh as she sat down. The supervisor was reading a book at his desk, his eyes trailing over the words on the paper. The redhead took a gander at the clock, watching as the big arm slowly ticked around the numbers. Suddenly, Baby felt a tap on her shoulder. Thinking it was one of her buddies, she twisted her head around, her face bright before the expression curved into disgust. The redhead guessed the girl was in senior year, considering she looked much older than Baby was. The redhead glanced at the package the girl was carrying on her chest. Defiantly.

The girl's hair was dyed in a blue shade and it was held neatly in a bun, Baby scoffing as she looked at the girl up and down. "Hey, i-it's my first day in detention and I've never been in here before." She whispered, her head laid low as to not arise the attention of the supervisor, "What exactly do we do in here?"

Baby couldn't help but smile wickedly, biting her bottom lip, "Nothing, kid, you just sit in here until your bones rot." The girl seemed to be taken aback by being called 'kid' but ignored the teasing nickname regardless. "How long is detention?"

"Hey, quiet!" The teacher exclaimed sourly from his desk, glancing at the two girls that were attempting to have conversation. After a few seconds prior of the warning, Baby shrugged her shoulders, crossing her arms and leaned back in her chair, "Usually about thirty minutes, but sometimes he keeps us here for an hour just for the hell of it." The redhead whispered back, not looking at the girl. They were quiet between each other before the clown let out another sigh, "Baby." The redhead introduced, holding out one of her gloved hands. The older girl reached forward, gently shaking Baby's hand, "Ballora." The blue-haired girl replied. The redhead processed the name for a few moments before giving a satisfied hum, relaxing in her chair. "That has to be a nickname." Ballora suddenly murmured, her tone staying low as she spoke. Baby sharply scoffed, "Yeah, what's it to ya?"

The girl was quiet for a little bit before she decided to speak up again, "Is that just what you prefer to be called?" Baby straightened her posture in her chair, her lips pulled back in an aggressive snarl, "Look, girly, if you know what's good for ya you'd shut your trap right now." The redhead muttered bitterly. Ballora simply blinked, squaring a confused glare, "Oh... kay?" The older girl replied, her legs shifting uncomfortably. Baby felt her stomach drop, that wasn't the reaction she expected. Guilt began to eat at her as the senior went silent, not speaking to the redhead for the next ten minutes.

After enough time of thinking passed, Baby took in a deep breath, "Eh, look," the clown murmured, keeping her voice low, "it's just some stuff happening back at home." Ballora's gaze turned back to Baby, "My mother always called me 'Baby' and it just kinda stuck with me, I guess. Especially after she left us." The redhead stiffened her shoulders, "I get sour whenever people ask me stuff like that, I'm sorry." Ballora forced a smile, "N-No, it's really okay." The senior whispered. "I kinda like it. It fits you, I think." Ballora whispered, adding a bit of teasing nature to her tone. Baby smiled, taking the compliment warmly.

"Okay, if you two don't stop talking I'm going to make you stay after school longer." Both of their warm smiles vanished within moments after the supervision snapped at them. "Sorry." Baby replied sarcastically from her desk, receiving a snicker from Ballora.

"So what's a goody two-shoes like yourself doing in detention?" Baby asked Ballora, giving her a playful nudge on her shoulder. Ballora smiled as they walked down the hallway, heading to the parking lot, "How do you know I'm a 'goody two-shoes'?" The senior questioned. "Well, one, you've never been in detention before, and two, you look like the type that wants to get the grades you need to succeed." Ballora gave a tiny shrug, "Doesn't everyone?"

Baby light-heartedly laughed at the senior's naive behavior, "No, defiantly not. I for one, could care less about my grades." Ballora stopped in her steps, "But don't you have plans? Dreams for the future?" Baby paused in her walk for a moment, snickering, "Nope." the redhead told her simply before continuing to walk. Ballora stood baffled for a moment before following after Baby, "so... you don't have any hobbies?" Baby scoffed, "Of course I do,"

Ballora was quiet, insisting for the redhead to clarify. "I sing, I guess but it won't get me anywhere." Baby murmured. 

"Who told you that?" Ballora asked, her voice full of concern.  

Baby froze in her place, as if pondering what to say before she shook away the question and continued to walk, leaving a very confused Ballora to follow after her.

As they walked outside of their school's front doors, the freshman suddenly paused in her steps, "Hey, um, so..." Baby sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck as she stumbled on her words, "will I see you around?" Ballora smiled, "Of course," the senior replied, "but the real question is, when?"

Baby crossed her arms, "By the size of this school, I'd say in another life," the redhead's cheeks showed a soft glow, as she swallowed, "Which sucks dick because I actually really like your company." Ballora chuckled, "That's funny because I feel the same way." The senior replied warmly. The older girl suddenly jolted a bit as she stood, "Wait, do you have your phone with you?"

Baby scoffed lightly, "Of course I have my phone." the redhead told her, swinging her backpack over so that she could rummage through it. She pulled out her mobile phone and handed it to Ballora, watching as the senior swiftly typed in her number. Ballora handed the phone back to it's rightful owner and gave Baby a wink, "Call me."