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Well after getting back into the cartoon that started me down the long dark path of fandoms, Xiaolin Showdown, I decided to post my updated version of what I think Momma Bailey would look like. Also updated Jesse Bailey as well. Added little brother Patty too.
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a/n: so this has been sat in my drafts since i wrote his sweet dangerous baby and i had to post it. ive been so busy but heres a treat to the loyal fans of my work ๐ and anyone else too ofc! (also to the reader that requested the manjiro having a crush on reader fic - this is for you!!)
warnings: fluff, dojo classes, martial arts training, competitive, playful threats, manjiro and y/n are underage, school age - toman era
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today was the day.
today, was the day that sano manjiro was going to beat y/n l/n.
manjiro told himself that in the mirror as soon as he woke up, scrubbing his face violently before running the towel all over it and throwing on his dojo uniform. he was out of the door before emma could even ask where he was going, even though she already knew. everyone knew. manjiro was always ever going to be at the dojo.
being there wasn't enough though because if he was going beat you, he was going to go all the way. that's exactly why he left half an hour early to arrive before you for once. you went to school but manjiro didn't, he didn't want to, so he would sleep in until school hours ended before heading to the dojo but somehow, you were always there before him still.
the familiar wooden doors came into view as he came to a halt, gaze flicking down to his watch - 2:57.
ha. he had made it earlier than you.
or so he thought, until he opened the door and entered.
y/n, obliterating a smash board: you're late again, manjidiot.
manjiro: how the fuck are you here?! school ends in two minutes!!
y/n: there's something called early leave you know
manjiro's eye twitched as he approached, completing his warm up reps right in front of you, gaze never leaving yours. you only smirked in response, continuing with your own warm up, and it aggravated him. how were you always one step ahead of him? he returned your smirk with his own as he shifted the difficulty level of his reps, trying to show off a little. it wasn't long before the other club members began to pool in one after the other, chatting excitedly about who would win today, manjiro or y/n?
manjiro tried to contain his annoyance as a group of girls approached you, handing you banana milk and complimenting your punctuality, while a few girls hovered around him, attempting to start any form of small talk but it fell on deaf ears. before he could explode though, his grandfather finally arrived.
manjiro's grandpa: attention! stop with your silly laughter when you haven't even completed your warm ups!!
students: yes sir!
the room was quiet, tense, filled with competitive glances between the students but most intense of all were those passed between manjiro and y/n, the two everyone had their eyes on. the session went on for two hours, pants filling the room, sweat pooling down the faces of each student, faces red and limbs aching as the dojo master finally announced that it was over for the day. a collective sigh swept through the room as students slung their bags over their shoulders, heading towards the door and daydreaming of the dinner they were going to go have.
but not manjiro.
not y/n.
these two already had eyes locked on each other, each daring the other to look away. manjiro's grandpa sighed deeply, clearing his throat but receiving minimal attention.
manjiro's grandpa: oi brats, if you leave the dojo open like last time that's 100 laps around the field. lock up before you leave, tch.
and as soon as the door slid closed behind him, y/n struck. wrists twisting, knees bending, fists flying, feet flashing through the air and the sound of a thud following each movement.
the chances were almost equal. the one to tire first would be the one to lose and it was everchanging, it was never consistently y/n or manjiro and that's why the score was stuck at a one point difference; 236 to manjiro, 237 to you. today, the one to tire first was you.
manjiro, panting: tied...237...again..
y/n, laying on the floor, eyes closed and panting: ugh..help me up..
the two of you collapsed against the wall of the dojo, missing the bench completely, probably due to how exhausted you both were. it was silent for a long while, not the usual tense silence, a peaceful one as you both gathered your breaths once more. you led your eyes flutter closed for a second only to hear the rustling of manjiro's uniform as he stood, his figure casting shadows across your eyelids causing you to open them out of curiosity.
you were taken aback by manjiro, whose figure was towering above you, his gaze fixated on your face. the thing that caught you off guard was that it wasn't his usual gaze; it wasn't the tense, competitive gaze he always looked at you with, it was different.
calm, still, tender.
something had changed but you couldn't quite put your finger on it, so you broke the eye contact to dissipate some of the tension, raising your hand for him to take. it took manjiro a moment before his fingers clasped around yours, pulling you to your feet.
walking side by side out of the dojo, a while passed and you noticed that instead of taking his usual shortcut home, manjiro was still beside you, hands stuffed into his trouser pockets and that usual calm, nonchalant look on his face. you wanted to stop and ask, but something told you you weren't ready for the answer just yet.
manjiro: what do you feel like drinking?
y/n: drink? hmm..mogu mogu, the blue flavour
usually it would've been something like, 'buy it yourself, haha~', definitely not what he said next.
manjiro: then wait here.
you turned to him with an eyebrow raised but he just crossed the street, disappearing into the convenience store for a few minutes before emerging once more with one, not two, but one drink.
the one you requested.
manjiro, holding it to your cheek: here.
you took it slowly, eyes trained on him suspiciously, half expecting him to pull it back and chug it down the second you reached for it, but he did no such thing. it was strange, obviously, this wasn't how he usually acted, but you were both too exhausted, so you decided to just ignore it for now. until manjiro broke the silence again after a few minutes of walking.
manjiro: ..should i carry that?
you were genuinely baffled to see him looking down at your gym bag.
y/n: ..what?
manjiro: it looks heavy.
y/n: its heavy everyday..
manjiro: oh..right.
he paused for a moment, staring at your bag before he cleared his throat, breaking into a walk again. manjiro was weird, he always has been, but walking you home and asking to carry your bag?
it almost felt like he saw you as a girl
wait.
was that really what this was!?
you glanced at him slowly, only to catch him staring already. his eyes widened briefly before he flicked his gaze back towards the sun setting in the distance ahead which thankfully, disguised the heat that had creeped onto both of your faces.
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