College has started again, and he finds his seat next to a blue haired girl with a scar on her neck; she keeps it covered, but he notices.
Marinette.
Though they've talked before, now she seems strangely somber, different from the vivacious, intuitive girl he had watched a few months before (and yes, when she wasn't looking he had watched her…sparingly. Sure).
Now she seemed mature and serious; she didn't laugh much anymore and rarely smiled.
She did smile at him though.
They talked, never during class, but a few comments here and there, after class, after school; his best friend and her best friend, himself and herself, they form a group.
"We'll have to meet up later to finish this report…"
(Not at his house is implied)
"You want to finish this at my house, its fine by me… Actually, I insist."
(She understands why and she's okay with that)
"It's a date then."
They became close.
She's started to smile again, as weeks have gone by and once his awful jokes made her laugh.
That laugh was very important to him, though he wasn't quite sure why.