Felix never wanted this. He didn't care about having a normal life, it wasn't in his lifestyle. But his mother ordered him to attend the same high school as his cousin.
What a nuisance.
Now he was stuck with his coward of a cousin, dumb classmates...
After the whole akuma fiasco, Marinette made it home. Thankfully her ankle healed with the miraculous magic, and it allowed her to reassure her friends that she was fine returning home alone.
Turns out the person who was akumatized was a man who's last photo of his mother got stuck on a wind turbine and was destroyed. And Hawkmoth like the jerk his took advantage of his heartbroken state and turned him into "Windturn". His power consisted of breaking anything with the gust of wind he would create.
Overall the akuma was easy but with her ankle being hurt it made it a bit more challenging. Marinette opened the trapdoor to her bedroom and immediately lunged at her bed. She was tired, not from the akuma but from her near-death experience.
Her mind began to wander to 'what if's' and 'what could've happened' if Felix didn't show up and save her. Felix, she said, inside her head. Her body still felt the lingering feeling of his touch when he was holding her. She could still recall the warmth of his body, the captivating smell of his cologne, the deepness in his dark, jade eyes. Wow, he really is a modern prince, she stated and lightly chuckled at her thoughts.
It was odd how in just a couple days this guy was already infiltrating her mind, teasing her every thoughts about his eyes, his smell, his smile, him. How weird, muttered her inside voice before grabbing her pajamas and heading towards the bathroom. Maybe a shower is all I need, she reasoned, Yeah, and then all thoughts will be gone from him, right?
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A high-pitched whistling could be heard throughout the entire bathroom. He had been taking a shower for over 30 minutes and yet he was nowhere near ready to leave. It seemed like not even the streaming of water could wash his mind aways from the bluenette.
He could still recall how she closed her eyes in fear waiting for the ceiling to collapse on her. She was so close to getting severely hurt, he said to himself, what if I didn't make it in time? He shook his head out of these questions, No, you should be grateful that you did.
He ran a hand through his golden locks and allowed his mind to think of something else but immediately regretted it as it went right back to Marinette. He thought back to her every detail of that event, her silky blue hair, her bluebell eyes that the stars adored, her soft porcelain skin, the lightness of her body as he carried her to the empty classroom,
Oh god, the classroom, that place was still fresh on his mind. It was so peaceful, even though there was an akuma outside. And her question about his and Adrien's appearance definitely caught him a bit off-guard, it was still rather amusing. He was pretty sure she meant to say that in her own head, but he was thankful it slipped off because for the first time in a long while...
He smiled.
Then suddenly a loud, but dull tack was heard throughout the bathroom, and he felt something warm around his knuckles. It was blood. He had just punched the wall in desperation.
He grabbed his hand and gently traced his other hand around his knuckles. After he leaned his injured hand against the wall of the shower, he ran a hand through his wet, messy hair and looked down at the ground. Damn, I really need to get this girl out of my head, he declared with a deep sigh.
I don't even know this girl yet I have this unimaginable feeling to know more. How is it that she's so normal yet she's not? How is it that in only a few days she was easily able to tease my mind with every thought of her? He questioned himself over and over again trying to find an answer to his questions, but he never could.
"I sound like a lovesick puppy," he said in a quiet voice, I don't even know where she lives, so I can't come over and say that I wanted to visit her and make sure she was okay. Then as quickly as that sentence left his mind he recalled something.
The bakery!
Then in a flash, he turned off the shower. With a sudden urge for pastries he smiled and walked towards his closet.
