❛love letters ❜ (finished)

✰𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗✰

Halfway through the movie, Marinette is delighted beyond comprehension. She laughs and gasps and smiles as she watches the film.

There's a loud sound that Adrien doesn't understand, given that his eyes weren't on the screen, but Marinette jumps and fumbles for his hand. She grips it tightly, but not nearly as firm as her grip on his heart. He hates his life, a little.

Except, even after the moment's come and gone, Marinette doesn't move her hand. Adrien's almost positive his palms are sweaty and shaking, but he slowly tangles his fingers with hers in a very unconventional way. And then he continues to smile stupidly for the rest of the movie because he's almost positive this counts as holding hands.

Marinette is bright-eyed as the movie ends, still very much joyous and childlike. Adrien frowns at her every time she looks away, just to spite the cuteness she currently possesses. "That was the best movie I've ever seen," she says. They're still sitting down, Marinette's hand is still very much in his, and Adrien doesn't even know how the movie started or ended. She turns to him. "Did you like it?"

He nods immediately, smiling at her. "Yeah. It was great."

"I think so, too." Her voice is softer. Adrien loves the sound. They're quiet for a few seconds, a gentle grin still on Marinette's lips. "We should go."

"Right," he says, but he doesn't make a move to get up. She doesn't either. His heart is pounding; he's pretty sure it's just going to pop out of his chest and fall on the ground, morbid as the image is. "Let's go, then."

"Okay," Marinette says, and it's almost a whisper.

She stands, letting go of his hand, and Adrien is determined not to be hurt by that. They exit the theatre, throwing out the remainder of the popcorn and trying to make their limbs work after two hours of disuse.

The walk back to the school isn't fair, so they don't call for a cab. Adrien has to suppress shivers every time Marinette moves in closer to offer a stranger more of the sidewalk, which leaves her arm and hand brushing up against his. He clenches his fist and tries to remember the way her hand felt in the theatre, but it's never as good as the real thing.

He walks her to her door as a gentleman should. "I'll see you later," he tells her because they always do see each other later.

Marinette smiles a little wickedly. "Mhm. But, hey, next time we go to the movies, I recommend actually looking at the screen every once in a while." She shuts the door in his face.

He blinks at the white wood. "Fuck."

The worst part is, he's not even ashamed enough to blush. He turns on his heel and heads to his dorm.

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎&𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕!

- 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝?

- 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍?

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