Imagine going on a class picnic and Luka playing guitar with you.

A/n - I don't actually know how to play the guitar, so if I screw up my explanations please ignore it or tell me how to fix it 😆

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Hesitantly, you glance at Luka. He's sitting next to Marinette on the bench in the park. Everyone decided to have a picnic because of the great weather, so you decided to join.

You're laying on a checkered blanket, eating some f/f.

Alya and Nino are on the blanket closest to yours. They're being adorable, taking pictures of each other and getting into tickle fights. You can only imagine what it's like to be as in love as they are.

Sighing, you glance at Luka and Marinette. He's strumming his guitar and Mari is listening intently with her eyes closed.

His music is marvellous, begging to be heard.

"You okay, Y/n?" Adrien questions, seating himself beside you.

You force yourself to look away from the blue haired boy, "Of course. I'm glad you could come, Adrien."

His hand meets the back of his neck, "So am I. I'm surprised I was allowed."

"It sucks having super strict parents, huh?"

"Sometimes, but I know he just wants to protect me."

You smile reassuringly and motion to the various picnic baskets scattered around, "Want some food? We've got a lot. Take what you want."

"Thanks," he picks an apple from the nearest basket and bites into it.

Your gaze unknowingly strays back to Luka and Adrien takes notice.

He swallows before asking, "Luka's music sure is great, isn't it?"

"Yeah, he's really talented," you say dreamily. Truth is, you could listen to Luka play for hours.

Adrien catches Marinette looking at him and waves with a smile. She blushes and looks away immediately. Adrien's smile falters at the action.

"I don't think Marinette likes me," he confesses, turning back to you.

You shake your head, "No way! Marinette likes you!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're her friend. She's just like that sometimes."

"She kind of acts like you when you're near Luka when she's around me," he says thoughtfully.

You roll onto your back, "You should talk to her about this. If you really think she doesn't like you."

"That's a good idea, Y/n!" He exclaims as if he hadn't thought about it before.

Closing your eyes, you soak up the sunlight that streams down from the heavens. You hear a faint rustle but ignore it.

"If you talk to Marinette, I might talk to Luka. If he's not busy, I mean. I would hate to interrupt his melody," you say, contemplating the idea of talking to your crush.

It would probably end in disaster. You always manage to make a fool of yourself in front of him.

A new tune starts, slow and thoughtful.

You sigh with a smile, "His music is the greatest. It always seems to mimic the emotions I feel."

The strumming continues at a steady rate, changing pitch slightly.

"Whenever I head it, I swear I can see images to go with it too. I know that seems ridiculous..."

You're brought out of your meditative stupor by Luka's warm voice, "I don't think it's ridiculous. I think it's beautiful."

Startled and embarrassed, your eyes open with a jolt and you sit up. He looks at you with a small smile, thinking about what you said.

"Music should reflect what's within. I think it's easier to share your emotions through music than it is with words."

He takes your hands, sending butterflies through your stomach, and places them on his guitar, "Do you want to try?"

You hesitate, "I've never played before. I don't know how."

"Don't worry about that, it's not important as long as you listen to your heart," he reassures, repositioning himself so that you're practically on his lap. "I can help you."

Breathing deeply, you slowly glide your fingers across the strings as he does the chords.

You look at his face and see that his eyes are closed. Following suit, you let yourself be moved with the melody, blocking out everything but Luka's chest against your back and his hand over yours.

Unbeknownst to you, everyone in the park has stopped what they're doing to observe you and Luka. The music created by the two of you floats through the crowd, bringing emotion and beauty to everyone in the vicinity.

Alya takes out her phone and starts recording. Adrien unconsciously grazes his hand against Marinette's as they listen.

The melody rises, building in intensity before falling silent. You glance back at Luka.

"That's how I feel," you whisper, afraid he'll reject you.

He pauses before lowering his mouth to yours in a short kiss. Flushed, you're squealing internally.

"It's how I feel too."