Make Your Move

Chose Your Fighter

Note: So the headcanon here is that when Shadow Weaver leaves the military, she adopts two 5-year-olds. Both remember being adopted, yet Adora is the one to call Shadow Weaver "mom" the second after Shadow Weaver tells them to – when she reaches out to hold their hands and lead them out of the orphanage. Catra never does, which causes Shadow Weaver to alienate her a bit. (Or more).

So when Adora sat on the bench right behind their school's main building, the last thing she expected was to end up in Principal Bright-Moon's office. Or outside it, for the matter of fact.

Which she did.

To make matters worse, her mom was currently inside the very same office talking to the principal. There were, surely, a few disadvantages to your mom taking up the PE coach position at the same school you've transferred to not but a month ago. Like, calling your parent to the principal's office has never been easier.

"Hey. Adora."

The other sneaked on her while Adora was too lost in her thoughts. Too confused over what has just happened.

Yeah, turns out Catra was there as well. Right next to Adora, her sister sprawled on the chair. Took some time to knead the cushion under her, sneakers kicked under the chair long ago.

Catra has never been really fond of any shoes, the whole idea of wearing shoes actually. Adora has always remembered her that way, so the habit to pick those up, untie the laces and neatly put the snickers down by the side kicked in without a second thought.

Which, yet again, she did.

"Uh-huh," Catra let out a sigh and yawned. "I'm so bo-o-ored. How much longer could it even take?"

"Mom is talking to principal Bright-Moon," suggested Adora quite peacefully.

"Duh, it never takes this lo-ong," complained Catra and fidgeted in her place a little bit.

"Never? Huh?" Adora blinked several times before it finally clicked to her. "Wait, how many times have you already been here?"

"Uh, like I'd know. Do you think I'd count?" Catra leaned to her side and plumped herself on Adora's lap, tucking her hands under her head and crossing her legs mid-air. "Shadow'd count it for me anyways."

"Mom."

Adora stared at the door with the large sign saying "Principal" on it. The lids were shut yet she could've sworn she's noticed at least some movement inside.

"Yeah, you call her that," drawled out Catra and reached out to mess with a lock of Adora's hair. "It's not like she's our real mom or anything."

"She'd like you to call her that," pointed out Adora.

She wasn't even very least trying to sound convincing. Gave that up several years ago.

"Duh, the joke's on he–"

The door slammed open followed but an exasperated huff from the principal. She muttered something about school property but Adora couldn't be all that sure.

"Catra!"

"We are awfully sorry, principal Bright-Moon" Adora whisper-shouted just in case as Catra jerked to sit up and nearly knocked the breath out of her.

Also, Adora was probably the only one to listen to the principal complaining.

"Ouch!"

The back of Catra's head struck right into Adora's chin.

"Aha-ha."

And a highly amused Catra sprang to her feet. Hands on her hips, she leaned a bit in and squinted up. Adora knew too well mom hated that one stare.