9. At the Pools
In the water with a modest two-piece swimsuit and goggles, Marinette was just as agile as she was on the Parisian rooftops donning a spotted bodysuit and mask. But unlike being on Parisian rooftops, crystal clear droplets rolled down Marinette's exposed alabaster skin, her navy blue hair made darker from the wet and draped about her bare shoulders like a bolt of satin. Adrien stared, transfixed, as she climbed out of the pool. With her head turned, engrossed in animated conversation with Alya, she didn't notice how his eyes trailed her form, the way he stared as she gathered her hair over one shoulder to towel it dry. Mesmerised, Adrien followed the trail of a single crystalline droplet as it dripped from her hair and down her slender neck and—
"Looking pretty thirsty there, bro."
Adrien whipped his gaze back around, praying that the heat about his cheeks didn't look as bad as it felt.
"J-just shut up, Nino."
His best friend's guffaws followed him all the way into the locker room.