Soulglacè

Chat is Marinette's Aesthetic

Marinette's POV

The day went by fast as I anxiously awaited going for ice cream. When the final bell rang, I hurried to the bathroom as carefully as I could. Tikki flew out. “Marinette, why did you come here instead of walking with Alya?”

I sheepishly grinned. “I have to get home to get ready to go out with Adrien… Tikki, spots on! Yeah!” I quickly transformed and swung to my house. Detransforming, I swung onto my balcony and grabbed a fluffy jade silken scarf to wrap around my neck. Then I pulled on the rest of the clothes I picked out this morning, while Tikki danced about my room, giggling, “Oh, Marinette, time to find your true love!”

My lips blossomed outwards into a lovesick grin. “Yeah, I know, Tikki! What if it's Adrien?”

I shimmied into the pale grey knee-high socks I'd chosen. “And what if it's Chat?” She flew jauntily, and I couldn't help but laugh at her antics. “Sure, Tikki. Now, c'mon, it's time for my date with ADRIEN!” I ran downstairs and out the front door to hurry to the Trocadero.

Tripping and stumbling the whole way, I finally got there. I caught sight of Chat's emerald eyes that gleamed with mischief… wait, Chat? I blinked, and the eyes became Adrien's tranquil spring green irises instead. He was chatting away with Alya and Nino as she curled into her boyfriend's embrace. “Alya! Nino! Adrien!”
Adrien simply waved in greeting. Nino let go of Alya, exclaiming, “Hi, Marinette!” as my best friend caught me, having predicted my next tumble. “Marinette.” She warmly said. Then her eyes swept over me. “Well, someone's got themselves an outfit! You look amazing, girl!”

I chuckled, “Well. Gotta look special for this kind of occasion.” A gasp sounded from the boys’ general direction.

Adrien's POV

I'd only just seen Marinette's outfit. Any single boy would've taken a gasp when… when their best friend-who-was-a-girl had that kind of dress on.
She was stunning. It was modest, loosely clinging to her torso, held tightly to her waist with a satin green satin ribbon with slits spaced apart. I noticed even the bands she held her twintails in were green.
I was broken out of my reverie when Alya's phone pinged with a notification. “He's at the Ponts des Arts!” Alya informed us, standing up.
Nino rushed ahead, eager to get there. I ducked back to grab Marinette's hand. I let the wind ruffle my coiffed blond hair as I followed at a mild run. “C'mon, guys, let's go!” I laughed - I almost felt like I was Chat Noir.

The next chapter will come quickly - my Miraculous Adribug (get it?) readers will know what comes next.

Real quick - the Ponts des Arts is that one bridge where Andre ran his ice cream cart in Glaciator. History lesson - It's an actual bridge in Paris - it is usually called Love Lock Bridge, because of all the locks (each lock represented a certain couple) that used to decorate it before Paris took them down because the bridge was getting too heavy to hold them and still function.

I do ask that you guys add this to your library - do you REALLY want to miss another update of mine?
I hope you don't, cos things are about to get spicier than Kung Food's Brat Soup. Buzzing off,

- Queen Honey Bee (Neymara)