Nino's POV

An idiot. A freakin idiot he was.

"What is wrong with you?!" I was so close to slapping that dreamy look off his blonde-headed face.

"I'm sorry," the blonde model replied, still smiling dreamingly, as he tried to look around his surroundings to see if he could spot the ravenette arriving to school. Thankfully, she wasn't here yet. "But, I just couldn't help it. She looked so beautiful."

"You're insane!" I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying my best to also keep my voice under control so I didn't attract any unwanted attention. "What happens if she finds out it's you?!"

"She won't." Adrien smirked, "I've got this all under control."

"Adrien, you're digging yourself into a deeper hole! You're trying to make amends with Marinette, not lie to her! Wouldn't this be better if you came clean and told her the truth!?" I growled in annoyance.

He grinned happily, completely ignoring what I had just said. "But now she's actually talking to me! Why would I want to change that?"

"But she's not talking to Adrien, she's talking to Chat—" I was immediately cut off when we both heard girls giggling. Adrien's attention was out of my grasp in an instant as I watched his gaze turn to the girls—Marinette to be exact. Her and Alya were reading a magazine on the steps, and whatever was on it was making the girls laugh. Adrien simply stared in their direction with love struck puppy eyes.

"That's the happiest I've seen Marinette in a while." I wasn't blind and I had to say, it'd been a while since I've seen her laugh. After a moment of silence, my observation had Adrien's attention back on me.

His eyes glowed with excitement and I could've sworn he had the biggest grin spread across his lips. "I know right! It was because of last night! I knew it would make her feel better! Just wait until Alya—"

"Hears what happened...?" I offered, finishing his sentence, unimpressed. "No way bro. Do you know what Alya is capable of?"

"Yes?" The blonde answered in a questioning tone, narrowing his eyes at me before he rolled them. "Does that even matter? The point is: Marinette is happy and that's all that matters to me."

I sighed in defeat and smacked my forehead as Adrien continued to watch the girls walk and laugh together until they entered the school building.

"Come on," Adrien grabbed my wrist and began to pull me along. "Let's get to class."

I entered our homeroom class right behind Adrien as he took his seat and kept his eyes locked on Marientte. Once I sat down next to him, I could tell Adrien was trying to eavesdrop on the girls conversation. What a dork. Meanwhile, I just stuck to listening to my music until the teacher got here.

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Adrien's POV

"That's so cute, Mari!" He heard Alya giggle as the girls continued to browse the magazine. I wonder what magazine? Nope... nope you can't turn around.

"Alya?" I froze at Marinette's voice, "Which one do you like better? The purple or the orange?"

"Ummm... the purple." I heard Alya reply.

"What about you Mari? Which color do you like the best?"

"Alya... you know I can't choose." I heard Marinette giggle.

"Okay, then pick your favorite color."

Marinette's favorite color? Hmmmmmm?

"Well, I guess if you put it like that..." Marinette trailed off as I assume she was scanning the paper. "The pink one."

Pink. Mari's favorite color was pink. Fantastic.

"That one's nice," I heard Alya say, "The lace looks beautiful."

Uh lace? Sounds like they're looking at clothes.
(What type of clothing Adrien? What type?) 😏

"Yeah it does." Marinette agreed.

Just then, the teacher walked through the door and into the classroom, and Marinette quickly hid the magazine the girls were just giggling over into her backpack. I wonder why she was trying to hide it from Madame Bustier.

"Good morning class." Ms. Bustier smiled as she entered the room.

The whole class stayed silent as the teacher was expecting a good morning reply from us all.

"Alright," The teacher sighed in defeat, once she was greeted with silence. "Take out your text books and turn to page 42."

The whole class groaned in annoyance, but the teacher just chuckled to herself.

"Oh, stop your whining." She said as she turned to the board and began writing. Boy was this going be a long day.

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What were they looking at Adrien?
Hm clothes...? Your in the right direction...

But what type of clothing?

Edit from older self: what the hell was I thinking

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