THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER BECAUSE I FORGOT ABOUT IT. SO SORRY!
“Y/n, your stance is perfect! You’re a natural!” Lonnie exclaimed as Y/n and her crossed swords.
It was late at night and Y/n was staying over at Lonnie’s dorm because her usual roommate was visiting home. Because they were practicing without protective wear, they were using fake swords.
“I swear you’re just saying that to flatter me. I don’t know what I’m doing!” Y/n flushed, taking a step back as Lonnie took one forward.
“Nonsense! Your so nonchalant about it, too. My mom wasn’t even this good at first!” Lonnie insisted, raising her sword, Y/n blocking it with ease.
Y/n rolled to the side and jabbed her sword at Lonnie’s hip, the blackette bearing managing to avoid getting hit.
“Stop it! You know I don’t handle compliments well!” Y/n pouted, and Lonnie laughed, relaxing her stance. Suddenly her face lit up.
“You have to join the team. Not just to get more girls on the team-“ Lonnie winked, “But because there is no way I’m letting your skills go to waste.”
“You know they’d never let me.” Y/n argued back, although a part of her was interested in the proposition. She set her sword down, going into the bathroom to change.
“We’ll see about that.” Lonnie smirked.
“Jay!” Lonnie grabbed the brunette by the shoulder of his uniform, effectively catching him off guard and dragging him off to the side so they can talk.
“Uh, Yeah?” Jay asked, cleared confused.
“You need to get Y/n L/n on the fencing team. She’s a natural, I swear. The best thing that’ll ever happen to this team since I joined.” Lonnie punched him playfully in the shoulder.
Once it processed what she was saying, Jay grinned back at her. “Oh yeah? Well I’ve gotta see that. Bring her to the next meet.”
“Yes! Thank you!” Lonnie hugged Jay and then ran off, leaving the brute chuckling.
“Lonnie, this isn’t going to work.” Y/n mumbled shyly from under her mask. She had the full fencing uniform on.
“Sure it is. And no one will know it is you, so no pressure! If things don’t work out, you can leave.” Lonnie assured her.
Y/n grumbled quietly to herself but fell silent as practice began. Everyone got paired up, and soon they were doing one on one practice matches.
Y/n managed to catch her opponent off guard, jabbing at his calf and throwing him off balance. He caught himself at the last second and shot back up, aiming for the head, but Y/n was quick to dodge and strike again. This time the tip of her sword made contact with this guy’s arm.
Jay called the match over and raised up Y/n hand, declaring the winner.
“Congrats, man!” Another teammate complimented, clapping Y/n on the shoulder. “Let’s see who the beast of the team is!” He said, implying that Y/n should take her mask off.
Y/n quickly glanced at Lonnie, who grinned and gave her a thumbs up.
Slowly, Y/n removed her mask and fixed her hair.
A silence filled the room other than a few gasps, then everyone began laughing and applauding.
“Should’ve known Lon’ would pull something like this!”
“Team’s getting bigger everyday!”
Y/n, surprised at all the positive response, turned to Lonnie who was already approaching her to tackle her in a hug.
“Lonnie, is this really happening?” Y/n laughed in shock.
“You bet it is!” Lonnie yelled, fist pumping the air.
Jay tapped Y/n’s shoulder and smiled.
“Welcome to the team.”