Marinette watched below, as her target defeated the last of his opponents. She watched as he left out a sigh and his body visibly relaxed, as he knew he was no longer in danger, for now.
She bit back a laugh as she adjusted her position above him. She stilled for a second as he turned his head, thinking that she had been caught. Then he shook his head and muttered to himself.
She launched herself at him.
“Marinette!” Her target shouted, struggling underneath her.
“Yes Damian?” she smiled.
“Get off of me.” he demanded.
“No,” she replied, “I don’t think I will.”
She settled onto his back with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, careful not to squeeze too hard lest she accidentally start to strangle him.
Damian accepted his fate as her chariot with a sigh and walked out of the room, leaving the fallen opponents to the mercy of the Demon’s Head.
Marinette knew the mission dealt a toll on both of them, the bandages around her abdomen attested to that. She had taken a blow meant for Damian, he had left his blind spot open and she tackled him so he wouldn’t get hit. Except that she had mistimed her speed and now she was injured. After getting patched up by one of the infirmary technicians she decided to go find Damian.
She walked into his room just in time to hear him calling her a “stupid, reckless girl with no survival instincts whatsoever.” She had left the room just as quickly as she entered it, albeit not nearly as quietly.
She steadily ignored the footsteps following her down the long hallway and then felt a hand grab her and turn her around. Damian was staring at her, his face ashen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to over hear that.”
She scoffed and merely ripped her arm out of his hand and continued on her way to her bedroom, ignoring Damian’s following footsteps again. She had arrived at her destination with Damian still following behind her. She almost had the door shut before Damian slipped his foot in before she could slam it closed.
Marinette briefly considered slamming it into his foot in hopes of sending him to the infirmary, but decided against that course of action. She walked away and instead started unfastening the weapons still strapped to her person.
“Marinette,” Damian pleaded, “please just talk to me.”
She only shot him a glare and then looked away from him, pointedly not saying anything. If she did, she didn’t know whether or not she’d be able to keep her temper in check, and insulting the Heir of the Demon was a fatal action.
“Please.” He reiterated, forcibly turning her around to look at him. His eyes guilty.
She let out a huff of laughter. “What do you want me to say?” she asked. “That I forgive you? That you didn’t hurt me? Because that would be a lie Damian. You hurt me and I don’t forgive you.”
She froze for a moment before continuing. “You called me ‘a stupid, reckless girl with no survival instincts.’ I thought you were my friend, Damian.”
Damian jolted and stepped forward. “You are.”
“Friends don’t say that to each other Damian,” she shouted, “they don’t insult each other behind their backs!”
Damian opened his mouth to say something before being cut off by an explosion that rocked the walls. Dust raining down on both of them. They looked at each other and nodded, both setting off to investigate the cause of it.
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trope: childhood friends