Adrien doesn't see the smile on her face as she quietly glances over before he ever notices.
Nino knows that smile, knows it from their childhood together, and he knows it from those quiet, almost moments when they cuddled closer in childhood purity.
He knows what sweets are her favorite, notices the excited way she gets about fashion, and Adrien certainly doesn't see that light in her eye, doesn't deserve her affection to.
Nino's positive that may be he can move on with Alya, but Alya's no Marinette; Alya doesn't go endearingly shy when she likes someone, doesn't love fashion and gush over designs, forgetting that not everyone can follow her train of thought.
He adores the way that Marinette downs out the world when she became fully focused on fashion, loves the way that she often laughs openly, and adores the way that she does like baking in a quiet, reserved way, knows that it calms her down on tough days.
Nino adores how openly honest she is usually, how her lies are easy to distinguish though he hates how she lies more lately.
He loves the way that she stands up to Chloe or anyone causing anyone else harm, loves how she supports and is definitely there for everyone; she's always reaching out and being there for others.
She loves with more of her heart than perhaps anyone that he's ever met.
Marinette is a delicate meadow when your eyes first spot it and yet she's also the strength hidden there that overcomes wandering feet and difficult days full of everything to uproot it.
Nino loves that about her, just loves her, and he wonders why all love songs almost inevitably wind their way back to her, even the ones that don't talk about someone like her.
No song has ever caught everything that he loved about her anyway; he wonders if he can write one, but doubts that it will be as magical to hear as she is to him.
He adores her and yet knows without a doubt where her heart is and how nothing can change that; she's as stubborn as she is sweet after all.