coco’s ( sandstone colored ) aura - charged fist blasts across her classmate’s cheek, delivering him straight into the training room’s worn, washed out floorboards with the raw impact of the punch. the boy, scrawny but quick enough to have annoyed coco for the entire spar, taps out in his dizziness, and coco grins in her triumph. a small hmph noise escapes from her lips, and she scans her classmates as her professor calls the match. when her opponent stumbles back to his feet, coco flashes him a thumbs up, her verbal way of saying nice try.
“ and our victor is miss coco! are you prepared for another round? ”
after a few moments of catching her breath, she straightens herself back up. “ put me in, coach! ” the brunette grins, flexing her fingers in and out of a fist position to loosen them. she leans her neck side to side, and the bones audibly pop at the weight of the motion. “ who wants to be next? ”
a familiar voice calls from behind her. earthen eyes widen beneath black lenses at the sound. it triggers her heart into beating a hundred miles an hour, revving coco’s own engine as if it were the bike, dear bumblebee she’d so many times ridden with ... yang. when she lays eyes on her, coco’s jaw drops. “ what the hell— yang?! what are you— ”
she forces herself to stop in an attempt to keep her cool. the student turns to her professor and classmates, expression totally shocked, amazement written on visage in her half - open mouth and raised eyebrows. the room is silent, but whatever awkwardness hangs in the quiet air is deflected by coco’s sunglasses and sheer willingness to not give a shit in that moment. “ if you’ll excuse me, i’m calling it quits, guys. i’m outta here. sorry teach! ” coco gives the room the classic lesbian fingers goodbye.
and with that, she breaks into a dash towards her long lost lover and jumps into her arms. you couldn’t rip the grin off coco’s mouth with the strength of all the maidens in remnant. nothing could. her hands clutch handfuls of yang’s hair with her arms thrown around her neck, and she mumbles lowly in her lover’s ear. “ yang xiao long. fuck, that sounds good to say. ” she parts from the blonde long enough to kiss her on the lips three or four times with an unparalleled urgency, then speaks again. “ you. me. out that door. now! ” she commands, laughing all the while ( and perhaps accompanied by some tears beneath those glasses too ).
it’s been a while, @ryoshan.
