One of the best things about having a crush on your friend that is a baker's daughter is the sweets that she'll bring every now again for you to try. Even though, it breaks your diet that often leaves your belly grumbling and in want of something sweet anyway. Adrien sighs as he wonders if it's okay to just daydream about his classmate and friend who is sweeter than even the treats that she brings them, and somehow smells just as sweet. It isn't weird, is it, to admit that someone smells sweet? He hopes not, though rarely is he close enough to smell that sweet, almost intoxicatingly sweet scent that emanates from her.
Adrien is almost positive that his sweet tooth is more than a sweet tooth, but rather a sweet meter that longs to rest in the quiet ease of sweetness that he rarely knows. It doesn't help that he's crushing on the sweetest girl that he knows, besides Ladybug who masks a lot of her sweetness behind business-like seriousness, though he knows to look behind that attempt of hiding just how endearingly sweet she is. He knows that somehow falling for a baker's daughter with a heart like gold, soft in its own way and sturdy enough to manage as a precious metal, and gleaming with a layer of sweetness that could bring many people to their knees in want of just being around her.
He doubts that his father would be happy that somehow Adrien is breaking his diet as often as he can or that Adrien feels such a lack of sweetness and tender affection at his own house that he's immediately in search of it elsewhere. Adrien finds that he's a lot like a cat in search of steady affection and the warmth of a kind heart.
"You brought chocolate croissants today?" Adrien relaxes, ignoring his pre-packed spinach salad with no dressing, because dressing is often full of fat and unwanted sugars. He's found something better, though he fights the sweet albeit tempting thought of Marinette hand feeding him desserts and snacks that she'd helped make at her family's bakery. Among the other lists of easily dazzling thoughts, such as modeling her designs, even though he doesn't like modeling all that much, he brushes them off for the quiet serenity of friendship.
"Yeah." Marinette smiled, and Adrien almost swears that that is the sweetest thing ever, so much more tempting for his impossible sweet tooth that his modeling job does not give him much of a means to supply. Yet he knows, that if those chocolate croissants were made by Marinette with love, he's sure that they'll somehow almost match her smile in sweetness.
"For us?" Adrien asks, and he knows that he looks like an eager kitty with sparkling eyes, a wide hopeful grin, and a tendency to get his self in trouble in pursuit of the things that he actually really likes. Some days, he imagines that it would be easy to steal a kiss, though of course he'd need to be allowed to date and would ask her after a few days or so, or maybe their first date. Cats aren't really known for patience all that much either.
"Yeah." Marinette's smile steals his breath once again as she leans forward to hand him one, "Make sure to eat your salad too." When her stutter miraculously vanished, a sort of quiet playfulness swept in that Adrien found just as endearing and a little easier to understand. He was grateful for it, truthfully.
"I will. Father will kill me if I don't." Adrien doesn't mean it all that seriously as he groans, though of course he'll eat the salad for the fact that it's good for him, and they'll know if he doesn't eat it.
Marinette shook her head, though when Alya answers, Adrien wishes that Marinette did. Perhaps, her voice could have iotas of poems written on its perfect tone and quality. It's sweet and compelling, and Adrien wishes that he could talk to her all day. She's so bright and kind and he finds that it's both easy to get lost in her voice and the words that she has to say. Adrien glances back over at Marinette in an attempt to be discrete, but she catches him with a smile. He goes back to the salad, wishing that it wouldn't kill the lingering taste of chocolate on his lips.
Does Marinette embody sweetness like a flower or a baked treat or was it just his perception of her? It had to be her, definitely, was his final resolution of the topic, even as he closed his eyes to relax and wondered if it was really just him or if everyone was atune to the kind of beauty and sweet purity that Marinette emanated and truly made her own.
