Miraculous Red Hands: a Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

Chapter Six: Apologies

Published: June 2nd, 2018

Words: 1592

{It's getting spicy my dudes just hang on okay ily}

Marinette sprinted around the corner to see the one and only Adrien leaving her family's bakery, waving goodbye to her father. Adrien's hands were freshly bandaged, but there was no spot of blood on them. That's good, Marinette thought. His hands are healing remarkably fast.

She gathered her wits, and decided to get his attention before he ran off. Marinette raised her arm, and waved wildly while calling his name. She decided to get the awkwardness over with, and have her most important priority be to get his messenger bag back to him safely.

Adrien heard the familiar tone of Marinette's voice over the many cars in the streets, and he searched around for the source. His eyes settled on her, softening his gaze. I hope she isn't upset with me, Adrien prayed. He posed himself to be approachable. A busy string of cars separated the two teens, and Adrien motioned for Marinette to stay where she is, while also acknowledging her summons. He didn't want a repeat of that morning.

Adrien crossed the street carefully, keeping his eyes on the girl. The first thing he noticed was his messenger bag, which Marinette gripped with her left hand. She followed his gaze, and she perked up, swinging the bag off of her shoulder, and holding it out to Adrien, both hands under the bulk of the package.

Adrien smiled that warming smile only a model could perfect. Marinette knew that smile well, considering the supreme amount of posters and memorabilia she stapled onto her walls. But this smile was different; it reached his eyes, crinkling the almond shapes to narrowed spaces. Marinette nearly melted right on the sidewalk as Adrien grabbed his messenger bag carefully off of her small hands, brushing them only barely. The model swung the bag onto his shoulder, making sure to not bump the contents against his figure.

Marinette's thoughts finally caught up with her, replaying the morning they shared that morning. She grew red in the face instantly, and Adrien gave her an apologetic smile.

"I--um--" Adrien began.

"Are--uh," Marinette interjected.

They made eye contact, both bodies containing emotions of apology and embarrassment before he chuckled from the overwhelming awkwardness.

"You go ahead." Adrien gestured to the tomato-faced girl. He brandished that smile again, soothing the stuttering Marinette a little.

"A-Are your ha-hands okay?" She asked. Adrien seemed surprised at this question, but he recovered and answered while studying the hands in question, "Well, they're healing quickly, so I can't complain much. It's just a few scratches. There really wasn't any other way to save you, except to leave you there, helpless, which I couldn't do." His face showed determination and a smudge of pride.

Marinette snapped out of her love-struck faze, and connected her eyes with his. "I'm so sorry for putting you through that. It must hurt a lot," She said, scrunching up her eyebrows, on the verge of tears it seemed. Adrien panicked. I didn't expect her to be so concerned for me! Adrien thought. I should be the one showing pity to her. That car could've killed Marinette, but she seems more worried for my own safety. But why?

Adrien stepped toward her, his bandaged hand reaching for her small shoulder to show consolation. He decided against actually reaching her figure, considering the large baker in the shop right behind them, no doubt watching the two teens. He wanted to show respect to the man; not just to show his manners, but because he also wanted to show his respect and sympathy for Marinette. Adrien retracted his hand. "I...Why are you worried about me? You were nearly killed," the boy said.