The rain poured incredibly hard that night.

The two of you stood, drenched, as you faced each other.

Your fists were clenched to your sides as you glared daggers at her.

"That stunt you pulled...how could you?" You had asked her with a shaking, angry tone of voice.

Marinette scoffed as she crossed her arms, tapping her foot anxiously as she desperately tried to pin her eyes to anything but you.

"Answer me dammit!" You cried out and she flinched.

"You just don't understand Y/n!" She yelled and you nodded knowingly.

"Of course I fucking don't! I love him and I love you and I just want the two of you to be happy. I've given you everything Marinette! I tried so hard today but you made me seem like the fool in the end!" You couldn't tell if you were crying, the sensation was diminished by the rain.

"You don't love me. Do you even love him? You're so fucking self absorbed how can you even say you love anyone!?" She screamed, leaving you stunned.

After a few moments the anger began to stir inside of you once more.

"I've had it with your shit Marinette!" You screamed and your voice echoed across the street. You didn't care at all anymore if your parents heard you.

"Then go! You keep saying you're leaving this place, but you never follow through! Just leave already!" Marinette retaliated with a harsh scream and a quivering body. In that moment the light drained from both of your eyes. She had intended to hurt you, she did when she called you self absorbed as well.

Even though she had the intent to hurting you, following through with it made her feel emptier than you ever could.

"Y/n I-" She wanted to fix it right there. This had gone to far. She was always going to far. She wanted to reach out and grab your hand, she wanted to finally let you help her.

You put a hand up, stopping her from coming any closer to your quivering form. "I heard you loud and clear Marinette." You walked in the bakery and slammed the door shut without looking back.

The two of you had been broken for a long time, but that night Marinette turned simple cracks into shatters.

**

"Is Y/n here?" Luka rushed into the bakery not long after you did.

"Well Y/n sure is popular these days." Your mother hummed as she finished rolling out the dough that was sprawled out in front of her. She turned and faced Luka and the surprise was evident on her face. "Oh! Aren't you a friend of Marinette's? It's been a while dear." She smiled nervously.

Luka felt the nerves bundle as well.

He couldn't even believe he ran after you. He was perfectly content with the thought of letting you leave and hate him for the rest of your lives, he deserved it and it would surely make his life much simpler.

But as he watched you walk away he finally came to the realization,

Marinette was the past.

As he watched you walk away he couldn't help but run after you as soon as he grew the courage. He believed it with his whole heart that you were his future.

"I am a friend of both, but I am here to visit Y/n." Luka's voice was shaky as he spoke to your mother.

"You're looking for Y/n?" Marinette walked in, not hearing any of the conversation, but assuming that's why he was here.

"Yes—hello Marinette—-I am looking for her." Luka spoke nervously but it wasn't her sudden presence that was shaking him. The calmness he now felt, the acceptance of being friends with Marinette was startling. For the first time in his whole life he felt strongly about what he wanted, and that was you.

"I'll show you her room. She just stomped up there not too long ago." She chuckled softly, but quickly stopped herself.

Luka nodded and thanked your mother before following Marinette up the stairs. His heart was pounding in his chest as they grew closer. It was longing to leap out and capture you. He never wanted to let you walk away from him again. He wanted to fight for you and finally be honest with you. About everything.

"Um...Luka?" Marinette's confused voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" His eyebrow was raised.

Marinette pointed to a door he hadn't realized they stopped at. "This is her room." She walked back towards the stairs. "I'm going to go help my mom out, good luck and...take good care of her."

Luka didn't see it but he knew Marinette had a smile written across her face. She had grown, and he couldn't be more proud of her.

Luka knocked twice on your door.

"Go the fuck away." You called and he knew immediately that you had heard the two of them talking.

He knocked again too scared to speak.

"Seriously—I said."

He knocked again.

The door slammed open.

His heart felt whole the moment he saw you. He towered over your grumpy form. You had the same furrowed brow and your hand was gripping your hip hard. He wanted to smile, laugh, cry, he just wanted everything.

"Luka I don't know if your damn ears aren't working but I said-"

He didn't even know what he was doing. His body was acting before his mind could stop him. His hands cupped the sides of your face and he leaned down while simultaneously pulling you up more to meet him and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Your eyes widened as you felt your body instantaneously submit to him. You were pissed but amazed at the same moment. Before you had a chance to react any further, Luka pulled away and had himself pressed up against the nearest wall. He faced you, panting with a panicked expression.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry! I didn't even ask and I-"

"Again." Your eyes were dark and mischievous. You stepped closer to him and stood on the tip of your toes as you placed a hand against his chest. "Don't talk." You whispered against his lips before kissing him.

Luka was in shock from your forward behavior but took the moment to run his fingers through your hair. He kissed you with the upmost amount of passion. Never once had he ever had so much devotion to a piece of music or crafting like he had when it came to kissing you.

You were completely and utterly intoxicating.

You pulled him into your room and shut the door behind the two of you. He had you pressed up against the door as he kissed you.

With each passing moment it grew less sloppy and more rhythmic.

The two of you were incredibly unexperienced, but enjoyed every moment you had in each others arms.

"Y/n." He whispered as he pulled back and rested his forehead against your own.

"Yes?" Your voice was weak as you tried to regain your steady breathing. You opened your eyes slightly and saw the red tint that had taken over his pale skin. His eyes bore into yours and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered and the three words held so much impact. You shook your head and laced your fingers through his hair.

"No, no. Don't be sorry. We're both a mess. All the time. You're forgiven, always." You planted a soft kiss against his lips as you spoke desperately, fearing whatever truth he would speak next.

"How can you be certain everything is forgiven...when neither of us have been entirely honest with each other?" His voice was pained, he had no desire to turn the conversation this way, but he knew he had too. He wanted to be with you, but not unless the two of you were honest about everything you've experienced.

You gulped. "Did you do something bad?" Your voice shook and you weren't even sure what else you could say to him in this moment.

Luka released his hold on you and sat on your floor. He curled into himself tightly and took deep breaths. You simply watched him calm himself down, but it was impossible to ignore the rapid nervousness that was building up in your chest.

When his eyes met yours, you felt your heart shatter.

He was filled with regret, you knew that before he even gave himself the chance to speak. He stood and gently took your face in his one last time and pressed his lips against yours. The two of you felt as if you were breaking, but this time you weren't remolding together.

"Just tell me." You whispered against his lips, unable to shake the feeling that this would be the last time you would be in his arms for a while.

"It'll ruin everything." His hands were shaking.

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. "I have a feeling that whatever this is between us needs to be rewritten anyways." You forced a gentle smile.

"Let me say it all, okay? You're going to hate me for it, but please just stay here with me until I'm through." He begged and you nodded, having no idea what you were getting yourself into.

He was hesitant, but his eyes held yours as he spoke. "I was using you." He began and your breath hitched in your throat. "As a connection to Marinette. That's how it started. At first I was terrified to even be near you, which is why I ran the moment we met. At the time you looked just like her, but once you chased me back into my room I began to stop seeing only similarities."

You nodded your head curtly as the anger and heartbreak began to mix inside of you.

"I compared you all, way more than I wish to admit. I was holding onto something with her that was never real, but with you Y/n, I finally started to feel something again. Every moment with you has been exciting, even the ones where you wanted to punch me in the face. You were never her and you never will be and I'm so sorry for ever thinking that. You are you, perfectly you and I've never felt more at home than when I'm playing music with you. Our song has been everything and put so much perspective in my life. I promise you now that I know what I want and I'll never allow myself to stray away from you again, if you give me a chance." His voice grew to a whisper once he noticed the tears streaming down your face.

"Are you done yet?" You croaked out.

"Yes." He hesitated.

You stared at him and tried to recognize the person standing in front of you. You wanted to blame him, but at the same time you didn't feel like you could. The two of you became friends knowing full well that you had been in love with other people. You didn't mean to fall for each other.

You just couldn't help it.

As you looked at him you knew you couldn't be certain if his feelings were ever geniune. How would you know going forward if he really wanted to be with you...or if he was just thinking of her the entire time?

"I need you to leave." You choked out in between your tears.

Luka nodded understandingly and let go of your face. "Of course Y/n, whatever you need." His heart clenched as he took a step back.

You looked up at him and shook your head. "Actually I need to leave." You slipped on your sandals. You opened your door and turned and looked back at him sadly before leaving your room in a hurry.

Luka gave you a moment, but left your room soon after you did.

A tear trickled down his cheek, and he allowed it to continue falling instead of wiping it away.

Luka walked down the stairs and ignored the stairs of your family.

"Luka?" Marinette called out and followed him outside.

"I'll be okay Marinette. Check on her please, for me. Your buddy." He smiled gently and Marinette froze.

"I don't know if I-"

"Please." He croaked. "You both need each other. Family is everything." He walked off and left her standing there.

Marinette looked all around the area and had no idea where to start to find you.