11. Making the Other Blush
Of course it had to rain on their first official date.
Marinette sighed, pulling out her hair ties and wincing as they ripped at her dripping pigtails. Squeezing the water out of them, she watched as Adrien took off his shoes, upending one of them to release a splash of water at his feet. On any other day, she would have thought it romantic for the rain to be witness to two milestones in their relationship, but not on a day when they both didn't have umbrellas.
"Just our luck, huh?" said Adrien, turning to her with an apologetic grin, running his fingers through his own fringe from where dampened locks plastered flat over his forehead.
"You mean your luck, you black cat," she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. He stopped when he caught sight of her. Then stared. And stared. And stared.
Shooting him a quizzical look as she wrung out her jacket, she asked, "What? Do I have something weird on me?"
At her question a scandalised look crossed Adrien's face, and he turned away from her so quick she swore she heard his neck crick in protest.
"M-Marinette," he said, the rare stutter almost drowned out by the drumming of the rain. "Y-your shirt, i-it's …."
Realisation hit at the same time Marinette looked down, the sight of her white T-shirt made translucent from the rain only confirming her fears. She let loose a noise somewhere between a squeak and a shriek, slapping her still-damp jacket over her front to cover up her just-visible baby pink bra.
"I am so so sorry," whispered Adrien, tone laced with hollow mortification. She gathered the courage to look back at him and was met with the sight of his back, his face inches away from the wall. From her position, the glowing scarlet of his ears was impossible to miss. "I didn't mean to see, Marinette, I swear!"
She shook her head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see what she was doing. "That's okay, it's not like you don't know what my body looks like already, what with us jumping around Paris in skin-tight bodysuits."
She paused, ice clenching around her brain before her words came back to hit her like a boomerang as fire exploded across her face and burned at her skin. Marinette gave a shrill, drawn out squeal and covered up her face, but not before seeing Adrien's ears turn a red twenty shades darker than before.