Lovely Enemies (fem!anakinxreader)

Padawans

you and anakin are enemies. rivals. you're always trying to do better than her, and she's always trying to beat you. of course, she's taller, and you'd never admit it, but stronger too. you're fast, and know how to aim for the spots that she always forgets to protect when the two of you spar. this causes a stalemate nearly every time, and it makes both of you even more eager to beat the other. all of the masters just roll their eyes at your competition, but you're both determined not to lose. as you walk into the training room, you shoot her a glare, and she matches it. after droning on for what feels like hours, the masters release you to go practice. anakin walks over and pokes you with her training staff.
"hurry up." you roll your eyes and walk with her to your sparring space.
the two of you spar for a while, no one winning. you catch her in the face with your staff once and feel triumph at the sight of blood running down her cheeks, but it's short lived because she knocks you to the ground immediately after. finally, all the other students have left, and you both call it a draw. you grimace at her one last time before heading back to your quarters, exhausted. as you flop into bed you think about anakin. as much as you despised her, she was the only other padawan that you knew well. you didn't have many friends, considering that you didn't talk much. you were friendly, sure, but not too friendly. anakin though, you kind of wished she was your friend. you hated her, but... maybe not. you sigh, deciding not to give it anymore thought. after a few hours, you finally fall into a restless sleep.

the next day, you sit in the dining hall eating your breakfast, a little ways away from others. after a minute anakin sits down next to you. the two of you eat together sometimes, if only to argue over who is better. today is no different, as soon as she sits down she insults you.
"you look like shit today." you glare at her.
"shut up." she smirks.
"yes ma'am." you nearly drop your fork when she says this. for some reason your stomach is filled with butterflies. but you can't let her see, so you just roll your eyes and go back to eating. on the inside, you're freaking out. why do you feel like this? you hate anakin. she's your rival. after a few minutes of eating in silence, you get up.
"i'll see you at training." as you walk out of the cafeteria you think you feel her eyes on you, but maybe it's just your imagination.

after another long sparring session, you head to the showers, exhausted. you undress and get in, the steaming hot water relaxing your sore muscles. you finish up and wrap a towel around yourself, walking out of the shower. when you turn the corner to the locker room, you bump into anakin, and your towel comes undone and falls. of course.
"shit." you hurriedly pick it back up and glare at her. she shrugs.
"sorry." her gaze lingers on you for a second longer before she continues to the showers. the second she's out of sight, you lean against the wall, trying to breathe correctly. anakin had seen you naked before, most of the padawans had seen each other. living in the temple, you didn't get much privacy. so why did her seeing you now send your heart racing? you collect yourself as best you can, and go and to get dressed. that night you can hardly sleep, anxious about your feelings towards her.

the morning after, master yoda calls in you and some of the other older padawans for a meeting. he informs you all that they need more help fighting the separatists, and that your trials will be held that day. you're all shocked, but most of you feel ready for the trials anyway.

all but two of the padawans pass the trials. you're all to head out to fight against the seperatists the next day. you have been mostly avoiding anakin, but of course you're assigned to the same place as her, because, to quote master windu, "you work harder when you're trying to impress the other." now you don't know how you feel about putting it that way, but he's not wrong.