So this was a mutual prompt I did with Beloved-Headmaster-Zefron (who is now Billy-Numerous) and pretty much Karkat is a martial arts student and Terezi goes to watch him.
Disclaimer: I've recently been rereading Homestuck, and I was thinking how cool it would be if I owned it, but then I remember, this is reality.
For as long as Terezi could remember, Karkat had been learning martial arts. He'd leave directly after school, and she wouldn't hear from him until hours later on persterchum. The longer he went, the more curious she became. After a while, Terezi asked Karkat if she could come watch him practice, but of course he said no. Terezi was never one to give up without a fight, and after weeks of pestering Karkat finally said she could sit on the side and watch if she really wanted too.
Needless to say, Terezi was overjoyed.
The first time Terezi steps into Karkat's dojo, they are ten years old. She allows herself to be dragged into a corner by the grumpy boy; their fingers entwined which according to him is a 'safety precaution.'
A few kids are standing on the opposite side of the room, and when they notice Karkat has company they huddle together, gesturing and giggling. Terezi sticks her tongue out at the group, and one kid waves his hand in the air with a less than friendly signal.
Karkat ignores the exchange, only letting a brief mutter about crumb crunchers who don't act their age as he reaches his destination. Karkat releases Terezi's hand, letting his backpack slide off his shoulders.
"Alright Terezi, just sit here while I practice, okay? And don't bother anyone." Karkat's eyes flash to where the kids are still bunched together, and Terezi can see the briefest flicker of anger flash across his face.
Terezi grins at the shorter boy, bringing up one hand to ruffle his hair teasingly, "Of course Karkles! You know I never look for trouble."
"Yeah it always just manages to find you," Karkat grumbles as he brushes Terezi off with one hand, but he's smiling good naturedly. She's one of those people he can never stay angry with. The dojo master calls for everyone at the center of the room, so Karkat goes through his backpack quickly, pulling out his white robe and blue belt. He pulls them on quickly, nodding once at Terezi before running to meet his classmates.
Terezi sits down next to his backpack, drawing her knees up to her chest as she observes her friend. She honestly didn't expect him to ever agree to bring her here, much less let her sit inside the dojo and actually watch.
The group has a little meeting, then splits up by belt color. Karkat seems rather small for the blue belted group, and Terezi guesses he is ahead of other kids his age. He never was satisfied with blending into a crowd. The kids partner up; practicing some punches and kicks on one another.
Karkat seems to move easily with his partner, ducking under the taller kid's arms and moving with fluency that Terezi didn't know he possessed.
He glances her way, and Terezi immediately snaps her gaze away, a light heat rising to her face at being caught staring. Had she still been looking at Karkat, she would have seen him smirk at her reaction.
The practice soon ends, and Karkat strides over to her, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead confidently. "Well?"
Terezi stands up so she towers over the boy, "I've seen worse."
The next time Terezi goes to the dojo, they are thirteen and he is taking his black belt test. She supposes he asked her for moral support, and Terezi is delighted to go see him train again. He has started puberty a little before her, and her previous height advantage has completely disappeared.
If Karkat gets his black belt, he will be the youngest in the dojo to do so, which is a pretty big deal.
Terezi sits the corner she sat in three years ago, legs crossed as her dark haired friend paces in front of her. "Nervous?"
Karkat stops mid step, turning to face her. "No way! I haven't been nervous about this kind of stuff since kindergarten!"
Terezi arches her eyebrows in his direction, silently telling him she doesn't buy his bull. She opens her mouth to make a snarky comment, but the dojo master has called his name, so she simply goes with, "Good luck."
"Thanks."
Terezi has no doubt in her mind that Karkat will pass his test, and as she watches him go through the exam she can't help but notice how much he's grown up since she first saw him here. His muscles have started to tone out, and the added height has only made him cuter.
Terezi shakes her head to clear her thoughts; some friend she's being. Meanwhile, Karkat is almost finished with his test. The last thing he has to do is break ten boards with his forehead, and this Terezi is quite interested in seeing.
Karkat lines up at the wood blocks, squeezing his eyes shut and drawing in a deep breath. Terezi can only imagine the long stream of derogatory words running through his mind as he slams his head down onto the wood. Fortunately, they all break smoothly. Karkat grins from ear to ear, receiving a pat on the back from his teacher.
As Terezi watches him receive heartfelt congratulations from his dojo friends a small smile settles on her face. Karkat suddenly looks over at Terezi, maybe with all that adrenaline he forgot he invited her.
The gangly teen walks over to her, reaching out one hand to help her to her feet. Terezi accepts gratefully, and huge grin splits open on Karkat's face. "Pretty impressive huh?"
Terezi smirks and knows she can't lie to this boy, "Yeah." She gives his hand a comforting squeeze, and is pleased when the flush on his cheeks darkens ever so slightly.
Karkat withdraws his hand quickly, shifting his eyes downward, "It was no big deal…"
"Of course not."
