The first of hopefully many fluff-filled Starco oneshots. These will follow some sort of continuity (e.g. the events of this story will have happened in the next) unless otherwise stated.

This is the first story I'll have published for about 4-5 years, I hope you enjoy!

Star shot out of her desk the minute the bell rang, saying a hurried goodbye to her desk neighbors before making a beeline for her best friend's locker. This year she had her two last periods of classes away from him, which had proven to be the most terrible, horrible thing to ever happen in the history of any dimension, ever. This was only the first day, granted, but she was totally, absolutely positive it would never, ever get any easier. So she stood by Marco's locker, anxiously waiting for him to get out of class so she could tell him all about the past hour and a half of how her school life without him went.

After a solid two minutes of waiting patiently for him, she opened up his locker to snoop in his stuff while she waited, like a good best friend should. There were a few books, a collection of neatly organized school supplies, a set of gym clothes, a couple glittery and very out of place looking knick-knacks that she'd left in to brighten up the place, and in the very back of the locker was a small hook that held the star of the show, his extra hoodie. She grinned and pulled the hoodie out, quickly tugging it on over her bright blue dress. She did a twirl or two to test out her new look, giggling to herself when the sleeves fell down over her hands.

"Star, how many times have I told you to stop looking through my locker?"

She jumped at the sudden voice and slammed the locker door closed, only to be met with her best friend's face. "You're the one who gave me your lock combination, Marco!" she protested, throwing the hood of the hoodie she'd stolen over her head before fiddling with its pull strings.

He took the strings from her hands with a laugh, quickly tugging on them so the hood tightened around her face. "I told you to bring a jacket to school today, Star," he lightly scolded.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Diaz," she said, slightly blushing and crossing her arms with a huff. Did he always have to be so right about everything all the time?

He took her arm and guided her to his side so he could open up his locker, probably considering changing his locker comination, and shove the books he didn't need to take home inside before sliding his hand down to her wrist and pulling her down the hallway towards the main doors. "So, how was class?"

"It. Was. Terrible!" Star said, throwing her free arm in the air to emphasize her point. "Marco, I almost got sent to the principal just for making a laser puppy to show the class! And then some boy laughed at me and threw a ball of paper at my head, and the laser puppy burned him, and he had to go to the nurse, and I had to sit next to the teacher's desk for the rest of class," she lamented, punctuating her story with a groan.

Marco dropped his hand from her wrist to interlace his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand and giving her a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Star. I wish I could've been there for you."

The giggled and squeezed his hand back. "You knooow-"

"I'm not switching my classes, Star."

"It was worth a shot," she said with a grin.

They glanced at each other a second before laughing together, Star using Marco's hold on her hand to help keep herself upright. They took another couple minutes to recollect themselves, getting a few straggling giggles out as they continued their walk home, unaware of or simply not mentioning the fact that they were still hand-in-hand. One of them was swinging their arms a bit, though it was impossible to tell who started it.

"...You're still wearing my hoodie," Marco observed. It was more of a statement of fact than a complaint, though.

Star slightly glanced away in a lame attempt to hide the blush crawling up her neck and onto her cheeks. "Did you want it back?" she asked, absently twirling a strand of hair with her free hand.

Marco just stared at her dumbly, completely distracted by how obnoxiously adorable she looked with the combination of playing with her hair and the light dusting of blush across her face. It took a moment (or two, maybe three,) for his mind to process that she'd just asked a question, much less what that question was, though it was easy enough to figure it out through the context clue of her hand dropping from her hair to slightly pull on the hem of his hoodie she was wearing.

"Oh!" he said finally, slightly tightening the grip on her hand he was suddenly highly aware of. "No, that's fine, you can keep it on. It's not like I need it," he said with a chuckle and gestured to the identical hoodie he was currently wearing.

"Ohhh yeah." She reached up to shyly push a lock of hair behind her ear and glance up at him through her lashes before mumbling something under her breath, just quiet enough that he couldn't quite hear it.

He responded by elbowing her in the side and asking, "What was that?"

"Nothing!" she said quickly, the blush on her face turning from a soft pink to a bright red, the hearts on her cheeks emitting a soft glow. "I said nothing," she reiterated.

Marco just raised an eyebrow, his eyes doubtful. "What's up, Star?"

"IjustsaidthatIlikewearingyourhoodie, Marco," she mumbled a bit louder, but still so fast that it was barely coherent.

"Okay, again, but slower," he said, slowing their pace to a halt so her could turn to face her.

Star blinked. Then glanced over her shoulder, and over the other shoulder, and back at him. Maybe it was the soft tone he spoke to her in, or the worried but slightly curious look in his eyes, or how soft his hair looked- had it always been that fluffy?- or the familiar scent of his hoodie surrounding her, but she got the sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss her best friend. She narrowed her eyes, lips pouting slightly as she looked off into the distance wondering what exactly was coming over her to make her think something like that. Had Ludo put some weird spell on her? Was her own magic just going haywire and affecting her thoughts? Was she going through mewberty again? Maybe-

"-Star?" she heard Marco ask, both his hands holding hers, his face just a few inches away.

"U-uh, yeah?" she stammered, the hearts on her cheeks glowing brightly.

He tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I asked if you're okay," he said.

Her nose twitched, and she almost felt as if she were about to cry. She could feel an entire garden of butterflies in her stomach, her chest felt tight, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Again she thought of mewberty, but a quick glance down at herself confirmed that she was still her normal self. "You're really close to my face," she whispered.

Now he was blushing too, which made her feel at least a little better about her own predicament. "Guess I am," he mumbled back. Somewhere in their exchange his hands had moved to cup her cheeks, though neither of them minded enough to comment on it.

"...I said I like wearing your hoodie, Marco," she said, gently placing her hands against his chest.

His face brightened with his growing blush, but he ignored that fact as he pressed his forehead against hers. "What if I said I like it when you wear my hoodie?"

Her eyes widened, her lips parting into a surprised "o". Marco chuckled, taking a moment to sweetly nuzzle her nose with his before giving her their first proper kiss. He only lingered for a second, not wanting to freak the princess out anymore than was necessary for the situation. She kept her eyes closed for a moment before fluttering them open, her eyes seeming to be searching his for... something.

"Star?" Marco asked hesitantly, the edges of his lips tugging into a small frown when she dropped her hands from where they'd been gripping the fabric of his hoodie, a frown that only got larger when she took his wrists pulled his hands away from her face.

She threw herself into him less than a moment later, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do you like me, Marco?"

He almost laughed at how absurd the question was at that point, but chose to just hug her around the waist instead. "Yes, Star, I like you."

She giggled and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I like you too, Marco Diaz."

Thank you for reading! Please leave any comments or suggestions in your review, I would love to hear them. Have a great day! 3