~perfect for pictures~ (luka couffaine x reader)

☆ chapter twenty eight ☆

(Y/N'S POV)

~the next day, at the thrift store~

"What do you think?" Alya turned around, displaying the world's most hideous fanny pack.

"That's a hard pass from me." I deadpanned. Alya chuckled, tossing the fanny pack back into the dollar item bin. I moved down the aisle, picking up a couple items along the way. Soon enough, my arms were full of clothes and I had made my rounds through the aisles. I crossed the store to meet Nino, who looked equally finished. "You ready to hit the fitting rooms?" I gestured to the back of the store with my head, seeing as my hands were full.

"Yeah, I've been ready for a bit. Alya takes forever." He groaned. "Let's get everyone." He took off in the direction of Luka and Ivan, who were browsing the rack of flannels.

"We're done." Luka told us before we could even ask.

"Us too." I responded with a smile. "You guys get Adrien and Marinette– we'll go gather Alya, Rose, and Juleka." I instructed them. They took off towards Adrien and Marinette, and we headed towards the others.

Finally, we gathered everyone in the back at the fitting rooms and each took a stall. As we all tried on our selections, we talked through the doors, remarking about the way everything fit (or didn't fit). Occasionally, someone would need an opinion and call out for anyone who was dressed enough to step out and give their thoughts.

"Council!" Alya shouted over the store's music and the rest of our chatter.

"One sec!" I called back, quickly buttoning the pants I was trying on and stepping out. Alya was wearing a yellow sundress– and it looked incredible. "Oh my god, absolutely get it."

"Yeah? You don't think my arms look weird?" Alya asked, furrowing her brows.

"Not at all!" I smiled. "You look so cute!"

"Wait! Lemme see!" Nino shouted, stumbling out of his fitting room. He stopped in his tracks and took in Alya's dress. "You– you look— woah." He tripped over his words, totally lovestruck. I turned back to Alya.

"Well put." I shook my head and smiled. "Get it." I said before going back into my fitting room.

One by one, I worked my way through my selections before I reached my last item: a black silk dress that I was pretty sure I couldn't pull off. I sighed before slipping it on and looking in the mirror.

Woah.

I fucking loved it. It was comfortable and smooth, and I didn't hate the way it made me look. With one exception. The dress was pretty revealing. It showed a lot of cleavage, which I wasn't used to. Sure, I felt fine in the comfort of the fitting room, but would I be comfortable in public? This called for an opinion.

"Council!" I called, poking my head out of the fitting room and waiting for someone to come out so I wasn't just standing there.

"At your service!" Luka's voice rang clear. Suddenly, I felt even more nervous about the dress. But there was nothing I could do about it as Luka stepped out just a second later. He stared at me, raising his eyebrows, encouraging me to step out so he could see. I let out a short breath and stepped out from behind the door, suddenly feeling very on display. I looked at the ground, avoiding his gaze. But after he gave no response, I looked back up at him. His mouth hung slightly open and his cheeks were flushed. When he noticed me looking, he closed his mouth and blinked a few times. "Get it." Was all he said. I wasn't convinced.

"You don't think it's too much?" I asked, stepping closer. Luka quickly shook his head.

"No." He said quietly. "No no no no." He repeated, smiling.