Adrien sat at his desk, twiddling his thumbs. The day outside was lovely, the sun brightening up the dull classroom. Everyone, including him, felt slightly warmer than usual- it was mid-spring and already somewhat hot, whereas usually it would be pouring out.
He tuned everything out- the teacher was just babbling for all he cared. He stared out the window, gazing at the oddly pink sky, which for some reason looked like a sunrise or sunset. But he knew, for a fact, that in all his daydreaming, he did not stay past the bell. Everyone was still there. The clouds moved, which he had not noticed were there before.
He quickly shielded his eyes, the bright orange-pink sun creating a beautiful colour, yet it was too bright to look at. So he turned around in attempt to block it, looking back to see if there was anywhere he could move to avoid the blinding light.
Then he saw her.
Now, he did already like Marinette, but more as a friend. But now…
The bright sun didn't faze her. She didn't shield her eyes; she didn't squint or move away. She just sat there, sketching in her design book like she usually did.
Adrien stared at her.
The pink highlighted her cheeks, her lips, and her nose. The orange colour seemed to act like a shadow, like lowlights. Her cerulean eyes stared in concentration at her paper, acting like small blue flames in the fire around her. She seemed to glow in the sun, her faint freckles that he hadn't noticed that were scattered around her face seemingly more prominent.
Even her scrunched nose, which was so because of something clearly hard to draw, stood out to him.
Cute.
Suddenly, she looked up, realizing that he was watching her. She blushed, which was a bright crimson colour in the sun. He blushed too, his mouth opening in effort to say something, but nothing came. His blush deepened, and he whipped around.
Ugh, why didn't I say anything?! I could've… I-I didn't-
Adrien ran his hands through his hair, still blushing and feeling awkward. He clenched his teeth, mad at himself for staring and then for not making up an excuse.
Nino patted his back, noticing that he was visibly flustered. He chuckled to himself, leaning down to his best friend's ear.
"The sun on Marinette?" he asked, snickering when Adrien hesitated. He knew.