The Miraculous Masquerade

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗: 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕥?

note: I wrote this originally before Luka existed but since he is here now, I will include him instead of Nathaniel :)

Marinette screeched in pain as she poked herself with the sharp tip of the pencil. Her Brain was scrambled and she just couldn't focus on anything.

She was beyond frustrated.

That infuriating blonde boy had made her lose the flyer for the ball. She noticed that the piece of paper had disappeared when the money had magically showed itself, she then put two and two together and concluded that he was the one to blame. From what she saw, he was very conceited, and the size of his ego could probably overlap Asia and possibly more. Of course she knew who he was, in fact, it was announced by the great Chloe Bourgeois that he would be starting school with Marinette next semester. To think that she admired his father, Gabriel Agreste, seemed completely bizarre, they seemed to hold little to no similarities.

Now, losing the flyer wouldn't be much of an issue if she knew what the theme was. It was her bad for not checking.

Marinette let out a strangled groan, crumpling up the sheets of paper and tossing them to the floor angrily. It was Christmas Day, and she wasn't sitting at a tree opening presents.

Earlier, she had stopped by the thrift store with her money. She was excited since she finally got a chance to buy something for herself, it had been a while since her own leisure was even near her priorities. Now, all she had were layers of fabric, a zipper, and absolutely no clue what she was making.

This is useless, she thought timidly. Marinette then decided to take a walk outside, maybe to help her clear her head.

As soon as she pushed open the door to her shop, a gust of cold wind blew in her face. It was already noon, yet the sun did not supply any form of warmth.

"Was it this cold earlier?" Marinette thought out loud. She was filled with adrenaline when going to the thrift shop earlier, and now she literally had no idea where she was going or what she was doing.

Suddenly, a mop of dyed turquoise hair popped into her peripheral vision. He had beautiful, icy blue eyes and a playful grin.

"I'm pretty sure you're thinking of this morning, so yes, it was this cold." He retorted gleefully. Marinette knew this boy, they shared many classes together, he was also the brother of one of her nicer classmates, Juleka. She wondered what a boy, also rich, like him would be doing in this part of Paris. Around here there were only cheap stores and food.

"You may not recognize me, but I sit a couple of rows behind you?" He drawled, giving her a small squint. Marinette smiled at his modesty mixed with confidence, unlike some blonde headed douches she knew.

She noticed how his hands shuffled around in his pockets, and his dull eyes were glued hers. "Of course I know you, Luka, correct?" She beamed at him genuinely. He seemed like someone she could try to make friends with.

Luka lightened at her statement as if what she said made him happy. He was a nice guy, from what she heard in school anyway. He stood close to Marinette, his height towering over hers.

A gust of wind sent Marinette shivering once more, her teeth chattered as her face felt chilled to the bone. She rubbed her hands together in an attempt to create friction.

Luka's eyes widened. "Oh, are you that cold? here's my jacket." He tore off his outer garment and quickly layered it on her back. "Better?".

Marinette's face instantly heated up, a rosy pink dusting her cheeks. She stuck her hands into the long arms of the fluffy clothing. This felt like a romantic scene from a book or movie.
"Oh! Thank you so much, Luka." Marinette blurted. Lukas face dusted a bit too as he rubbed the back of his neck.