Marin had found himself in quite the predicament as he stared at his phone anxiously. He had just asked the Adrien Agreste out on a date like an idiot! He couldn't believe himself. Adrien must be straight anyways, he'd never fall in love with a boy- especially not him of all people. He had made an irreversibly bad decision.
It had shown that the message was read, but Adrien wasn't replying. The anxiety starting to settle in very quickly, making itself at home in Marin's chest as his heart started to beat abnormally fast. Tikki flew up to rest on his shoulder, giving him a few reassuring words and a few pats. He appreciated the effort, but it didn't do anything to calm him.
He felt that he would never recover from this awful heat-of-the-moment decision.
Adrien had been staring at his phone for a solid twenty or so minutes now. He couldn't believe this was happening. Marin, the classmate that always sat behind him, had just messaged him. It took him five minutes to read it, despite it only being a few words. It basically said, "You're cute. You're funny. You're sweet. You're practically perfect. I love you." And he didn't really know how to reply. He got romantic confessions daily, both from random people and even close friends, but this? What does one do with this? Out of everyone on this planet, all seven billion people, he'd never expected this one person to message him.
His heart was beating so fast that he thought about having Natalie, his father's assistant, take him to the hospital. What do you do with this? How do you reply to a person like this? Is it okay for a boy to love another boy? What about Ladybug? What about girls? What would his father and his friends think of him if he dated a boy? It was no question that he did like Marin, but he didn't think Marin would swing that way.
The thoughts rushed through his head as he picked up his phone, reread the text carefully multiple times, then set his phone down again with a sigh. He paced back and forth around his room, ignoring Plagg's complaints to just reply and give him camembert. How would he deal with this tomorrow? Or the day after? Or the day after that? How would he reply, he wondered as he fell onto his bed and slowly fell asleep. How can he reply?