❛love letters ❜ (finished)

✰𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑✰

'Dear M' Lady, you see me every day, you just aren't looking hard enough. I love your hair. It's dark as the night sky and your eyes are as blue as a summer sky. From Cat Noir.'

"What's he saying today?" Adrien asks, trying for bored but falling somewhere between more-excited-than-Marinette and kid-at-Disney-world.

She reads it aloud in a soft, affectionate tone, and Adrien pinches his knee twice. Because—well, that voice is for him. Basically, anyways. "He's so sweet," Marinette adds, folding the paper so that the message still faces up. She looks out the window, bright blue eyes full of curiosity and wonder.

She leans forward, placing one hand beneath her jaw and dropping the other on the table. Adrien stares at it, and he's halfway to taking her hand when Marinette says, "I can't wait to meet him."

He pretends he's reaching for a sugar packet. "I hope he's as great as he seems to be."

"He has to be," she says confidently. "I know it." He fiddles with the sugar packet and watches Marinette look around the room, outside the window, behind the counter... Everywhere but him. "Who do you think it is?"

"Don't know," Adrien tells her immediately. "Almost wish I did."

"Why?"

Because I want you to be happy, he thinks. "So I can hold it over your head, obviously," he says.

"I see him every day," Marinette mutters. "But none of my classes are every day. Where do I go every day?"

"My dorm," Adrien says immediately. "Building," he adds, not smooth at all. "Building. My dorm building."

"True," Marinette agrees. "So we've established he's in your dorm building." She stresses the word just as Adrien did, making him laugh.

"Light hair and bright eyes," he adds, pouring the sugar on the table and pushing it around with his index finger. Marinette sighs slap his hand away and cleans up the mess.

"You always make life harder for employees," she mutters, but he thinks she's smiling. "There are so many people with light hair and dark eyes, there's no telling."

"Maybe look for people who are staring at you?"

"I should write him back," Marinette says suddenly. "Maybe if I let him know for sure I'm seeing them, he'll give more information."

Adrien pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and nods. "I mean, yeah, I guess."

"You don't think I should write him back." And it's not a question; it's a statement. Because Marinette knows him like she knows every line of Pretty Women, and it's obvious he disagrees.

"I don't," he admits with a shrug. "I mean. How would you even do that? And besides, he'll show himself when the times right."

"Judging by the pace of our whirlwind relationship, I'm sure," she deadpans.

Adrien picks at his croissant. They're his favorite, from Marinette's parents' bakery.

"It's fine." She shrugs, picking up his croissant and pulling off half of it for herself. "I'll just ask around."

"Okay," Adrien says, begrudgingly, "but I still don't think it's a good idea."

"Why are you so against him?" Marinette grumbles under her breath. She shoots Adrien a hard look. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't want me to find him."

"No, I do, but—"

"Are you jealous or something?" Adrien holds his breath. "I mean, even if I did get a boyfriend you know I would never ditch my best friend." He exhales.

Jealous of myself, he thinks wryly. "'M' not jealous."

"Then why aren't you looking me in the eye?" she questions, leaning down. He looks up at her, and it hurts. He looks away. "We can even double date! Seriously, I'll—"

"Marinette, you're practically planning a wedding with a guy you've never even met," Adrien snaps, dropping his hands in the table. A few heads turn towards them at the ruckus, but most know better than to involve themselves in an argument. "You've already got your heart set on someone who could be... disappointing. Or a smoker and a drinker and thirty-seven for all you know!"

Marinette stares at him, stone-facedly. "Please go."

Adrien raises his eyebrows. "Seriously? You're asking me to leave for protecting you?"

"I don't want to see you right now," she says simply, her voice wavering, and Adrien can almost feel his heart shatter. She's about to cry.

"No, hey, no no no, I'm sorry, I—"

"Please just go," she says again, looking out the window.

"Marinette," he says, a lump rising in his throat. "Marinette?"

She doesn't answer him, so he sits back in his chair and waits.

The worst thing about Marinette is that even when she's mad at you, she doesn't stop being pretty. Adrien watches as she pointedly stares out the window.

Ten minutes later, he leaves money on the table and walks out the door. When he passes by the window on his way out, he thinks he sees her crying. He clenches his teeth and keeps walking.

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎&𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕!

note: I've been feeling  sick so I'm sorry that I posted so short notice.

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