"It's a shirt that she's just recently designed." Sabine explained to Nino's father as Nino rushed out to meet her.
"She's here! I just got like five new CDs. Want to see them?" Nino asked with obvious excitement, and Marinette was glad that even though she was nearly thirteen years old, nearly a woman or at least a teenager, that Nino still wanted to hang out with her just as much.
Nino may have tried not to think about it too much and didn't say too much when he looked up and saw a soft, flowing shirt that fell over her from her chest down in a light purple. She looked really pretty, and Nino wondered if she really was becoming a woman already.
They were just twelve and yet she looked absolutely gorgeous with braided hair with a white bow at the end, and in her purple top that she'd designed to go over her white capris. Marinette would be a pretty woman, and while Nino wouldn't dare say that aloud, because surely, he'd fumble with his words, he really, kind of wished to be a man to walk by her side.
May be hold hands on the good days and try to forgive each other on the bad. At the very least, Nino would try his best to be his best for her, because one day, he hoped that best friend would be replaced with either just best or best boyfriend. He didn't mind either way.