certainty

undercut gang

prompt: adora gets an undercut and asks catra if she likes it (from iamwalkingdead1 on tumblr)

hello this is ENTIRELY self-indulgent fluff. enjoy :)

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Catra knew something was going on. She'd walked in on Adora and Glimmer whispering to each other multiple times, but as soon as they saw her they'd snap out of it and act like they hadn't just been not-so-subtly plotting in a corner. Normally she wouldn't have thought much of it, chalking it up to Sparkles being weird, but Adora was laying her denial on thick. And her girlfriend, bless her heart, was the worst at acting.

And yet, despite how obvious they were being that they were planning... well, something, they had done a surprisingly good job so far at not revealing what, exactly, those plans were. Which irritated Catra to no end. Why was she excluded?!

"Okay, enough secrecy," Catra snapped, cornering Adora one day in an annoyingly pastel-colored corridor of Bright Moon, placing her hands against the wall on either side of her girlfriend. "What have you and Sparkles and Arrow Boy been talking about for the past week?" And why am I not a part of it, she added silently.

"Uh..." Adora was avoiding eye contact with her in such an obvious fashion it was almost physically painful to witness. Dammit, Catra hated the two inches in height her girlfriend had on her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Catra hissed, her tail flicking in frustration, and she had to resist the urge to drag her nails down the wall. Glimmer probably wouldn't appreciate her defacing the palace with claw marks. "Adora, you are the worst liar."

"Psh, what, I am not lying! I would never -"

Catra silenced her with a glare. "Fine. Don't tell me." Her hands fell down to her sides, her fists clenching and her nails digging into her palms. "See if I care."

Adora hesitated, something akin to regret flickering in her eyes, but her expression soon morphed to... affection as her gaze shifted away from Catra's face. She reached out, her hand brushing the edge of her girlfriend's jaw before gently fingering the ends of Catra's hair. "It's longer," she said quietly. "Are you letting it grow out?"

Catra silently berated herself for blushing at the sudden physical contact. Stupid Adora. Stupid feelings. But she found her hand instinctively moving to rest on top of Adora's. Her girlfriend was right - her hair was now less than an inch above her shoulders. "Maybe," she finally muttered. "I don't - I don't know what length I like best."

Adora chuckled, pulling Catra's hand down to hold it properly. "Not to be a disgusting sap, but I think you look great with any haircut."

Catra tried to scowl, but she was pretty sure the effect was ruined by how red her face had to be. "Well, that was disgusting. Never say it again."

Adora burst out laughing, and she tried to pull her girlfriend closer to her. "But Catra, you're just so cute!"

Catra hissed. "Shut up! I am not cute!" She yanked her hand away and sprinted down the hall, quite literally running away from her feelings. But she didn't fail to hear Adora's laughter increase as she started to chase after her.

"Get back here, you cute cat! Ooh, alliteration."

"No! Leave me alone!"

It wasn't until later, when they were both lying on the floor of their bedroom panting in exhaustion with tears of joy and laughter streaming down their faces, that Catra realized she was still yet to figure out what Adora was hiding from her.