flurry . kopal MHA

Katelyn leads her through a park. Opal can’t decide if she should keep her eyes focused ahead of her, or if she should just let them wander back over to the hand that was holding hers. After the third attempt to distract herself with the trees and flowers all around them, she gives up. Her eyes are glued to the way her hand fits into Katelyn’s. Opal’s hands were always normally a bit hot, but it balanced against the coldness that radiated from Katelyn. It was a really pleasant feeling.

It wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was perfect.

She found herself smiling, lips twisting as she finally gathered enough strength to look elsewhere. Katelyn looked incredible, blonde hair radiant, and outfit fighting her perfectly. Opal felt a little small beside her partner, but it felt almost comforting, as though she could so easily be wrapped in those arms and feel as though she was home.

As they reached the pond, Opal watched as a flurry of snowflakes danced around Katelyn’s head. Her smile only broadened, and Opal giggled. The inability for Katelyn to bury her emotions was endearing, a genuineness that couldn’t be replicated.

They entered the clearing and before her was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Opal’s smile dropped, lips parting in shock as her eyes widened. Before her was a skating rink, sitting along the edge of the pond and mingling with the water that gently lapped at the edges. She stepped forwards, gazing shifting to the picnic that was set up beside the lake, a smile forming on her lips that stretched so painfully big that her cheeks ached.

“This is beyond incredible, Katelyn,” she was moved, heart singing as she followed Katelyn closer to the edge of the pond. “I can’t even find the words to describe how amazing this is.”

Her heart swelled, stomach tipping as she looked back at Katelyn, the delight evident in her eyes and laugh as she watched her date make a funny face. A few moments later her feet were rising, and she looked down to watch her boots adjust as ice blades formed on the bottom of her feet. The precision was incredible, and a testament to all the hard work that Katelyn had been putting in for her quirk. It was something Opal was sure she would have struggled with at the start of the school year, but now, it seemed second nature.

She moved on the ice with such ease that Opal was mesmerized. She supposed it was only natural that it came so easy when her life was tied to ice. Opal might be a competent fighter, agile and skilled, but she had never actually been ice-skating before.

Her childhood left a lot to be desired, and time take in hobbies or activities that could be better spent training was one of those things.

Katelyn winked and Opal blushed, staring at the ice with a small amount of uncertainty as she balanced on the skates Katelyn had created for her. After a moment, Katelyn reached forwards, grabbing her hand and dragging her onto the ice as she bit back a protest.

The ice was suddenly under her feet, and Opal let out a gasp, shocked by the way the world seemed to slide under her motions. Her grip was deathly tight on Katelyn’s hand, knuckles white as she clung to her date.

“I’ve- I’ve never been ice skating before,” she said, stumbling a moment as she tried to adjust to the movement. She needed something to relate it to, a technique or a form that she could use. That, or maybe if she gave herself a few minutes she could fall on her butt for Katelyn instead.

“What am I supposed to do?”

The ice is new territory, but if Opal was anything, it was adaptable. She had no choice but to bend and change and move to the flow of a new situation. It was part of fighting siblings that had such different quirks. It was part of staying alive and afloat in a house filled with people who wanted nothing to do with her. Her ability to adapt and meld to new situations and fight had always been one of her strongest skills.

She was balanced and coordinated -so, how hard could skating be?

Opal watched Katelyn’s movements as she skated in front of her, eyes trailing over the way she moved her legs and feet. She did it so effortlessly and gently that it made her mouth drop open, awe evident in her eyes.

Katelyn was behind her, hands resting on her shoulders as she pushed her forwards. The two of them walked on the ice, foot after foot. Instead of focusing on her technique, all Opal could think about was the hands on her shoulders. They seeped past her jacket, and she felt the way that Katelyn’s body moved behind her. Heat crept along her cheeks and she ducked her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.

It seemed that Katelyn didn’t notice, her date going on to describe the movements she was expecting. She laughed and Opal wanted to twist and look at her face as she did. Opal tried to follow the instructions, tried to push down the twist in her stomach and calm the flutter of her heart.

She was so close.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Katelyn leaned in, breath against her ear as she continued to talk. It sent fire into her veins, goosebumps littering her skin as she tried to ignore the dip in her stomach. The heat on her face couldn’t be contained at this point, the chill in the air only adding to the problem.

Opal watched Katelyn pull away, a smile planted on her lips as she glided along the ice. She moved with such skill that Opal was lost in each spin and twirl, gaze fixated on the girl in front of her.

“That was- just wow.” What else could she say? It was incredible.

She looked so good. Opal wondered what it’d be like to kiss her right now, on the ice, when her breath was baited by her movements. Would it make Katelyn’s heartbeat even harder against her chest?

And god, that grin-

Opal couldn’t disappoint her. The teasing tone set her alight and she found herself frowning in concentration as she moved. After a few steps she felt rigid and uncomfortable, so she paused. Taking a deep breath, she settled her nerves, she pictures the balance beam her parent s had made her fight on. She pictured the way her feet would adjust to every movement she made because it was instinct.

She took another step, feeling the way the ice glided under her foot. It felt more comfortable, and by the time she was in front of Katelyn, she felt more comfortable. She finally shifted her gaze back to her date, frown dropping as a grin slid into place. She reached for Katelyn, a giggle slipping from her lips.

“Of course I can make it,” she said with a shake of her head. “Your instructions were good, and-“ her foot slipped, falling out from underneath her as she was flung against Katelyn.

Katelyn is quick to react, hands catching her and holding her before she can fall more than a few centimetres. Opal finds her gaze meeting one that is astoundingly beautiful, eyebrows arched, lips parted-

For a moment she’s sure- no she’s positive that Katelyn is going to lean down and kiss her. The air feels heavy between them, breathes stolen as their faces move closer to one another. Opal forgets about the butterflies racing in her stomach, eyes closing, lips parting, wanting to feel Katelyn’s against her own. But then a duck screeches and the moment shatters like the ice beneath their feet.

Opal’s eyes open, disappointment screwing up her brows as she watches as Katelyn looks away, grumbling under her breath as she pulls herself away from the embrace. The lingering warmth of Katelyn’s breath against her face feels bitter, Opal’s lip curling into a pout as she watches Katelyn skate away.

After a few moments Katelyn returns, hand on the back of her neck as she gave Opal a sheepish grin. Opal sighs, pushing some hair behind her ear as she unsteadily moves closer to Katelyn.

“That’s okay, it works on myself as well, kind of like a double negative. I just get a little extra tired healing myself,” she gives Katelyn a grin, moving as close as she can to the taller girl.

“I do think you owe me a kiss,” she says, pursing her lips in thought as she reaches forward to grab Katelyn’s arm. “I know I was reading that moment right and you were about to kiss me.”

That was okay, Opal could make up the miss by filling in the gaps. She leans forwards, pushing the skates onto their tips as she brings her face close to Katelyn’s.

“Let’s try again,” Opal says, cheeky grin lining her lips as she places them against Katelyn’s. The warmth in her chest blossoms, colouring her cheeks pink against the cool air around them. Her free hand loops around Katelyn’s neck, pulling her into a tight and hungry kiss.

After a long moment she pulls back, breathless and exhilarated, “that’s more like it.”

The gasping breath that left Katelyn’s lips was all the ammunition Opal needed. She felt her grin spread across cheeks that were lined with blooming pink. Katelyn’s head was a cold against her own, the heat from the moment building on Opal’s skin the same way a flurry of snowflakes danced around Katelyn’s head.

Katelyn tugged her into a waltzing position, pulling her along as they danced over the ice. The world seemed to flow and ebb with ease when Katelyn was in control. The ice gliding under their feet with expert precision. Each movement seemed to be attached to her, an extension of her being that just utterly enthralled Opal. It was truly beautiful the way she carried herself, the way she was able to sweep Opal in into the movements with such ease.

The eyes that met her own were frosty, melting like the springtime under Opal’s gaze and burning with the warmth of ocean waters. They were beautiful eyes that pierced into her soul and made her feel as though she was someone exceptional. They noticed her, they held her in place and made her feel like she was on clouds.

No one noticed her the way that Katelyn did.

After a few more moments of dancing, Katelyn’s lips found their way back to Opal’s. She was sure the blush on her cheeks only deepened, the heat coming off her skin felt hot. It was probably because of the contrast against Katelyn’s skin, but she felt so much more aware of the way it burned as their lips connected. It made her heart dance in her chest, begging for more as she leaned once more into the kiss.

She didn’t want it to end.

After a long time, they pulled apart and Opal stared at Katelyn. There was a gentle smile on her lips as she reached upwards, tucking strands of loose hair behind Katelyn’s ear. Her hand was shaking, the excitement of the day wearing into her as she spoke, “should we go eat that picnic you made before the ducks steal it from us?”