Perfect
"Stop apologising. You don't have to say sorry.." Adrien says, cupping her face as she looked at her feet, and he smiles, "you don't have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you do your hair and makeup, or how you speak."
She looks up at him with watery eyes, and his green ones soften, "you don't have to be sorry for being yourself." He wipes a tear away from her face as quick as it fell, "do it fearlessly. It's time to accept this is for you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sass, your awkwardness, your weird habits, your unique sense of humour, your voice, your talents, your everything."
She swallows, and watches as his eyes dull just a smidgen, "it'll make your life so much easier." He says, and she blinks away the remainder of her tears, and his smile that had dampened for a split second returns full circle, "because being commonly perfect is overrated."
She stares at him, and she nods, his hands still on her cheeks, and she grins, "thanks Adrien." He grins, and pulls way, placing a hand on her shoulder in encouragement, and the sheepish black haired girl stands up straight, and the pair walked back into class together.
