13. Playing Sports / Gym
"This is hardly fair!"
"All's fair in love and war, Marinette."
"Yeah? Well, this is neither!"
With a quick jab to stop her in her tracks, Adrien exploited her distraction. Darting forward with the sabre again, he hooked the tip through the guard of hers and flicked, sending it flying through the air. Disarmed, she could do nothing to stop him from twirling his sabre with a flourish and making an entirely over-dramatic show of stabbing at her heart.
Lifting up her fencing mask so she could send him a withering glare, she crossed her arms. "When I agreed to help you practice for the regionals, I wasn't signing up to get trounced! You're just showing off."
He laughed, removing his own mask, doubling over when her scowl deepened. "But Princess!"
"Don't 'but princess' me, Adrien Agreste!" she snapped, turning away to storm off, leaving her sabre abandoned on the ground. Still laughing, he ran after her.
"Aw, are you being butt-hurt, Princess?"
The look on her face was priceless. "Adrien!"
He still laughed about the 'training incident' for the rest of the week. And though Marinette grouched to their friends how big of a cheater he'd been, he couldn't help but notice the almost imperceptible upward quirk of her lips every time it was brought up.
A/N: So lame that I slapped myself for this one.