im sorry
Adrien considered himself many things. A relatively attractive young man- he was a model, after all- and a decent friend. He was a pretty good superhero, too. He was even mature enough to admit that he wasn't the best at understanding old poetry. As time grew on, he figured out more things about himself. Who knew that his favorite flavor of ice cream would turn out to be rocky road?
But there was one thing that Adrien wasn't expecting to feel, not in a million years.
It started one day, on a date with his lovely superhero-and-girlfriend partner, Marinette. They went to the gym together ("Gotta stay fit to protect Paris!"), and thankfully it was relatively empty. Who likes working out in front of others?
Anyways, Adrien was minding his own business at the treadmill, when he glanced up to Marinette. She was still working on her pull-ups, trying to break her personal record. Her muscles, normally hidden underneath the bright red suit, were clear and visible. She was simply wearing a tank top and gym shorts, so her arms, legs, and part of her stomach were in clear view. With each rep, her arms flexed as they pulled her up, and relaxed as they lowered her again. Even though she had the aura of a fragile angel, she was certainly stronger than any of her classmates. In fact, probably the whole school. Put together.
Without realizing it, Adrien almost tripped off the treadmill, watching her do pull-ups over and over again. Inside of his stomach, there was a weird fire lit that he never experienced before.
For some reason, he was totally willing to let her punch him in that moment.
What the actual hell.