"Sorry I'm late! It won't happen again!"
I smile to myself as Marinette rushes into class, sliding into her seat, blushing furiously.
Her blue black hair is falling out of its ribbons, cascading down her face like an elegant messy waterfall.
Elegant. Not normally a word used to describe her, klutzy? maybe, or maybe sidetracked, unfocused, another good one.
However, elegant is how I choose to describe her.
To me she beautiful.
I know it may make me creepy, but I watch her whenever I can.
She's so pure.
The way she pouts when she's thinking, the gentle tap of her flats when she walks, how she always smells like a bakery in the best possible way.
She's always been there for me, even though she doesn't seem to be able to talk to me very well.
I don't mean to make her nervous.
I only wanna protect her.
Her voice raises an octave or two when she gets nervous, sometimes she witty and sarcastic.
She always makes me smile, which is so crazy because I try to make her smile!
Knowing she has a smile on her face because of me, always seem to make the sadness I feel, hurt just a little less.
I sleep better at night knowing she has a family that loves her.
No jealousy, only joy knowing that she's gonna be alright, that she's protected and cared for by everyone around her.
Sometimes, when she's working on her sketches, or writing, or even just walking, she'll hum, so soft and tenderly to herself, it could draw bee's to her with the promise of sweetness.
Her face is so kind, just as she is to everyone around, kindness suits her.
She's not superficial though, her tenderness hasn't made her weak, I feel so proud when she stands up for herself, I wanna high five her when she speaks with confidence.
I've seen her be brave in the face of danger when others who seemed stronger have crumbled.
I wan't her to succeed so badly and I know that she will, because she is Marinette Dupain-cheng, and she is my everyday Ladybug.