The Blue scarf ❀ One-shot

The wind blowed softly through the streets, a beautiful winter morning in Paris. Even though it was freezing outside, Adrien still had a photo shoot at the park.

Adrien sigh tiredly, getting out the bed, stretching his arm out.

"Good morning plagg." He grumbled.

"Morning kid," Plagg sat on his shoulder, stuffing a cheese on his mouth. "Why're you up so early?"  Plagg burp after he asked with a teasing smile.

"Seriously Plagg? You have no respect." He opened the closest searching for the already selected clothes for the photo-shoot.

"You know I have a photo-shoot today," he sigh, again. His father was overwhelming him with lots of photo shoots, Adrien didn't have time to even sleep properly.

"Again? Didn't you do one last night?"

"Yes, but apparently that is not enough for my father. It never is."

Adrien reached out for his blue scarf and
wrapped it around his neck. Feeling the warm of it, more emotional than physically (tbh). The only gift that his father had gave him. It was really special to him.

But this time he noticed something, a signature? He unfold the Blue scarf to have Better view of it. He rubbed his eyes to be sure he wasn't imagining it.

~Marinette

Shivers travel up his spine, " I thought it's was from father." He suddenly felt a warm liquid forming on his eyes.

"Kid, you okay?" Plagg asked concern.

Adrien realized his actions, he quickly whipped out some tears, blinking a few times. He opened the door of his room.

"I'm fine, let's go."

~<>~

Adrien couldn't stop thinking throughout the photo shoot that Marinette gifted him the scarf. He was kind of upset, the scarf was the only thing that his father gave him or that's what he thought.

Adrien blushed a little as the corners of his lips curved, forming grateful smile at the thought of Marinette taking time to make him a gift. But there was a question left...

Why will she do that?

"Perfecto! Don't change that smile!"
The photographer yell, followed by endless
click, click, click.

When the photo shoot was over, Adrien left to eat. He spotted an empty bench, he sat down and reach out the croissant in his bag.

Marinette was causally walking pass the park. She spotted a rather gloomy blonde sitting on a bench. She waved and walk toward him. He didn't notice her since he was too busy nibble at the croissant.

How cute

"H-Hi Adrien," she greeted shyly. Her cheeks flaming red for no reason.

When her voice tickle Adrien's hearing, he jumped surprised. "Oh Marinette? I didn't see you coming—Um how are you?"

He met her gaze, he felt drawn into her eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like he was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension. That intensity he hadn't notice until now, and it gave him déjà vu feeling. Like he'd seen those bluebell eyes before. Everyday actually.