It's the day everyone goes home. Marinette had completely forgotten about Hawkmoth. She was half expecting to walk out of the airport and the whole of France is one, giant ball of fire with people in spandex suits flying about.
But Chat Noir's there, so it'll be fine.
But Chat Noir wasn't there.
"Shit." Marinette hissed outloud. Chat Noir was sitting right next to her sipping on a drink, not saving France in a spandex suit.
Yep, definitely a ball of fire.
Adrien, suddenly affronted by the usually peaceful girl's outburst, coughed around the water in his mouth before lowering the bottle in his hand. "Something the matter?"
"I- you- yeah- NO!" The girl flailed before composing herself. "Nothing's the matter. I just thought I left my phone on the nightstand, but it's here." She awkwardly laughed to mainly herself, patting the pocket on her jacket.
"Oh."
There was a long silence. Behind the two, Chloé was cackling with Kim. With or at? Either way, she seemed to have moved on quick.
Serves her right.
Marinette's eyes flickered to Adrien's, quickly focusing on the view out the window after seeing the calculating look on his face.
She'd attempted a few glances to him through the window's reflection, always seeing that the boy's stare was stuck on the back of her head.
It grows awkward. Marinette eventually huffs, growing tired of the same trees and fields to be her view.
She asks Adrien to move over, so she'd be able to pull her backpack from the overhead locker above their seats.
Once seated back in her chair with the bag in lap after some climbing over limbs and frantic apologising, she pulls one of many sketchbooks out.
What's better inspiration than a beautiful - albeit rather dull - nature track?
Art was a dedicated skill, Adrien had realised. It required years of practice and years of frustration. A skill so unfortunately overlooked, even after so much sacrifice.
He watches her. The way the pencil glides across the paper in such precision, and the way she stuck out her tongue when concentrating.
He watches the way her shoulders rise and fall with each passing breath. The way delicate hands compose such awe-striking material.
And that's when he realised.
When he realised that every time Marinette had looked at him would always be the time his heart skipped a beat. Realises that whenever a crease of worry is in her brows, he just wants to soothe it away.
The girl turns, blue meeting green - and for a moment, everything was still.
"Mari, I--"
"Adrikins!"
Marinette's expression falters into pure annoyance, accompanied with an eye roll. What happened to Kim?
Nonetheless, Adrien puts on a smile as he turns to the other blonde. "Hey, Chloé."
Chloé beams. "So, when are you going to ask me to prom?"
Marinette chokes on the air in her throat and restrains from chuckling, but stiffens when receiving the glare from Chloé.
"Not right now, Chloé. Be patient."
"Ugh! Patient? But that's so boring..." the girl pouts, dramatically throwing a hand to her forehead and swooped her body down.
"Tough, Chloé. Patience is obviously what you need to have a little more of."
A snort from Marinette and a glare from Chloé.
"Actually, I was waiting for a better time to ask her..."
Chloé gasped, exaggerating every single little movement before grinning the largest, shit-eating grin a person could muster. "Oh, Adrikins! No need to be all coy and sneaky about it. Go ahead and ask them."
Adrien nodded, and sent a determined hum, turning to take Marinette's hands in his.
"Prom. With me. Please."
The bluenette flushed.
"Adrien, what are you doing?"
"Asking you out."
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In which Adrien is an awkward bab and mari just wants a break
I'm so sorry for this wait! Some really urgent things had happened these past few months and I'd lost track of this account
I hope this fluffy chapter makes up for it :)
