A/N: Trying not to tear my TV apart after today's match in the World Cup...

"Te amo, just enough, so you know
Just a touch of a heart I can hold
Te amo, just enough so let go
Everybody's falling in love
All I wanna know is your love
(Everybody's falling in love right now)"

Everybody's Falling In Love - LP

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Favourite Colour'

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"Pink this, pink that, ugh! Don't you like any other colour, something more regal and obviously so much more better?" One very annoyed and extremely pompous Chloé Bourgeois huffed loudly, hands dramatically gesturing towards the god-forsaken, practically neon yellow jeans she decided to wear for the day, beady blues directing a nasty glare at her sleepy enemy. Much to her ire, the girl she was glowering at simply took one glance at the blinding clothing article, made a comically disgusted expression and went back to mindlessly sketching out designs in her notebook, taking a sip of coffee from her travel mug in the process. "I saw that, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! But what should have I expected from a ridiculously stupid peasant with ridiculously no taste? Only the most elite would appreciate REAL fashion! Hmmph!"

The mayor's daughter's words were left on deaf ears, half of the class immersed in their own individual conversations whilst the other half yawned and rolled their eyes at her umpteenth attempt at riling up the clearly unbothered class president. Marinette stared forlornly at the empty seat ahead of hers, pondering on why the love of her life was quite late to the extra hour of studying she booked for the whole class in the morning, prepping them for the exams later in the afternoon. She let out a pitiful sigh, her blatant pining a source of amusement for Nino and Alya whilst simultaneously being a source of nuisance to the chattering Lila(who was babbling about some random lie as usual) and a growling Chloé (who didn't appreciate being ignored for the millionth time).

"As a matter of fact," Marinette finally replied after finishing off one of her brilliant sketches, peering into the distance with her chin resting on her spare hand. "I really do like other colours too." She then cheekily grinned at the rich blonde who raised a brow and eyed the jeans that looked like a neon street sign. "After all, they all look so good on me therefore I don't have to keep relying on one colour all the time~" Perhaps it was the lack of sleep and energy within her that caused her to stir a little trouble this time around and take a jab, the sound of the spoilt brat's infuriated squawks like music to her ears. "But that aside, there is one colour that's very close to pushing off pink from my pedestal,"

"Oooh? Really? Is it black~?" The mischievous and eager smirk on Alya's face and the waggle of her perfect eyebrows had the designer roll her eyes endearingly, using a finger to push away her best friend's face with jest. Alya barely budged, continuing to wear the Cheshire grin without an ounce of shame.

"Just because Chat Noir is my favourite hero and that I love making merchandise of him and drawing designs inspired by him doesn't mean black is one of my favourite colours," The raised brow that Alya gave Marinette after hearing her answer had the shorter of the duo take a little step back. "...Bu-uuuut, it is in my top five and it always makes me feel warm and cosy...probably my third favourite colour..."

"Is it blue? Because you rock that colour," Nino queried, receiving a 'Nope~!' from Marinette. "What about red? I honestly feel like it suits you way more than pink," His opinion almost had her heart stop to a halt, reaching too close to her alter ego which has to remain a secret at all costs. Shaking her head again, Marinette took a huge gulp of her coffee.

"Well~" The sickly sweet and well-exaggerated saccharine voice from the back suddenly quipped, equivalent to nails tearing through a chalkboard to Marinette's ears. "What about tangerine? Or rusty peach? Or even apricot?" The taunting smile that rested on Lila's perfectly painted lips made the devil on Marinette's left shoulder scream with murder in her mind. "Any shade of orange is an absolute favourite of mine and it's just so in today. And since we're both experienced in the design industry, it wouldn't be a surprise if you're just as fond of the colour as I am, no~?"

Hah.

As if Marinette was going to take the bait.

After all, everyone knew she often avoids orange like the plague when it comes to her creations, usually.

And if she were to express her distaste for the colour right here right now, the lying wannabe fox would turn it around and somehow villainise the caffeinated girl against the class.

Again.

"Certainly, orange is very in these days," Marinette began, slowly turning around so that she could face the smirking brunette at the back of her seat. "Especially since Rena Rouge's debut!" An impish smile rested on her rosy lips when Lila's calm demeanour faltered for a split second. "Rena made the colour look so good~! Her beautiful skin contrasts the sharp shade of orange- and the way her movements in battle make her look like fire? Ugh, I am obsessed!"

It took Marinette everything not to look at Alya, knowing fully well that her best friend now wore sparkling hazels and that her butt was wiggling with anticipation to grab her in a huge hug (which she hoped she wouldn't act upon because a) secret identities and b) as far as Alya is concerned, only Ladybug and Chat Noir knew she's Rena Rouge). "I guess I like orange more than I thought...but it isn't in my top five, let alone the colour that's ready to take pink's place. Plus, I rarely wear it because it's so hard finding a shade that actually goes well with both my complexion and hair without it standing out too much."

Marinette then tugged on the pretty, handcrafted blouse she wore today, a smile still playing on her lips as the olive-eyed girl silently seethed with fury and sheer hate. "The colour closest to orange that goes really nicely with me is peach pink~! Maybe you should try out this colour one day, Lila. After all, orange is your favourite colour regardless of the shade, right?"

Lila didn't get a chance to open her mouth again as Kim suddenly slid towards Marinette's desk with a silly monkey-like expression plastered on his face, the athletic boy leaning into the tiny girl's space and snickering. For some reason, it also caused a little bloom of dread to grow within her tiny frame...

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"I know what colour it is~" If he had a tail, it would have been wagging in excitement and glee, especially with the way his grey eyes glittered with amusement. He was met with a challenging look from Marinette, beckoning him to proceed.

Taking an extremely dramatic step back and clearing his throat into one fist obnoxiously, standing behind Madame. Bustier's desk with the rest of the class now curiously attentive, he proceeded with his answer.

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"It's GREEN!"

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Everyone whipped their heads towards Marinette, their inquisitive faces wondering if the class himbo was actually right for once. And with the way she wordlessly gaped and sputtered over her coffee...it looked like Kim hit the jackpot.

"That's strange. Of all colours, green?"

"Well, green IS a mix of blue and YELLOW so that option isn't TOO bad-"

"But that colour is SO last season! This highly established artist once told me that-"

"It is an interesting colour but I hardly see you wear it so why-"

"Mec~! Don't tell me that it's actually Carapace who's your favourite hero, hmmm~?"

Just as their classmates were about to launch their next barrel of questions, they were interrupted by Kim slamming the desk repeatedly with his hand, wanting their attention back on him and giving the flustered Marinette a single moment to breathe. The devilish, almost evil look he suddenly wore practically had Marinette's adrenaline jump-start instantaneously as she realised what he was going to say next.

"Kim! No!" She jumped over her desk (in a manner that had many of her friends flabbergasted with awe), her stance threatening to come over to him and teach him a lesson if he were to open his big, stupid mouth.

Sadly for her, monkeys like to play with bugs.

"Kim, yes!" Before he was grabbed by the tiny yet seriously strong girl, he quickly yelled out the rest of his sentence. "Marinette loves green because of Adrien's eyes!" She was unfortunately way too slow in muffling his mouth with her hand, her entire face reddening as the majority of the class watched her with smug, smug, cat-like smiles.

"It's! It's! It's not JUST because ofTHAT!" Marinette tried to babble her way out but her brain cells were completely scattered and her hands clenched themselves against her chest. "I mean yes! Sure, Adrien has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen! But that's not just why I love green! Even Chat Noir has gorgeous green eyes too! They both have such pretty green eyes!" She was met with endeared giggles and awes and coos from her friends, the designer becoming even more overwhelmed and embarrassed on the spot. "Gu-uuuuuuuys!?"

"Hehehehe~" Kim's cheeky cackles earned him a hard smack on his shoulder from Dupain-Cheng, making him squeal like a five-year-old and rub the offended bicep with a pitiful pout.

"You! This is all your fault!"

"Pfft, me!? I didn't tell you to like green because of Adrien's eyes. That's all on you!"

"But!" Marinette began to pout this time around, Rose's high-pitched coos in the background becoming louder as she relished the free entertainment. "It's not my fault either! He has the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen! The way they go bright and sparkly like glitter when the sun shines on his face! The different shades of green and gold within that make them look like emeralds! The way they make you go all fuzzy and happy when he looks at you! The way they capture you under a spell when he's talking to you!" She then jabbed a finger at Kim's chest, face beyond red and baby blues slightly watery with discomposure. "It's! Not! My! Fault!"

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"...You...you like my eyes that much?" The sudden yet familiar and sweetly soft voice from the classroom door had Marinette freeze on the spot, as if she was just struck by lightning (and she totally wished she was so that she could turn into a pile of ashes and be blown away by the wind). Turning around, all the colour drained from her complexion as she immediately faced one, rosy-cheeked and very bashful-looking Adrien Agreste. Marinette instinctively jumped back a few steps, even shielding herself behind Kim's larger body as the blond teen ventured closer.

"H-H-How much of that did you near- I mean! Hear!?" She was like a tiny kitten hiding behind its big brother and all it did was melt Adrien's pounding heart anew. Warmth and adoration flooded his features as he padded even closer, hoping that she would come out of her temporary hiding space.

"All of it~" The little 'Eeep!' he received as a response only made his urges to hold her close expand by a million times, the feline within quite displeased that she was clinging onto Kim rather than him. Perhaps a little bit more than displeased because it took Adrien everything to fight off the growl that wanted to leap out of his throat.

"Duuuuuude. He's not gonna bite. Stop being a wuss and go to him." Kim teased, receiving a punch this time around on the shoulder from the feisty heroine in disguise, the athlete mustering everything to keep the pained wails escaping his mouth as his arm throbbed with intensity.

'At this rate, she's gonna break my arm. My job here is done~' Skipping away from the protesting Marinette, Kim pulled a childishly immature face at her. Thankfully, before she could annihilate him for it, Adrien caught her attention once more with a gentle caress on her cheek with the tips of his fingers.

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"Marinette, you have no idea how happy you made me," He beamed with joy, big, beautiful green eyes peering down on her slender frame as Adrien gave in to one of his many desires. One hand lovingly cupped her nervous face whilst the other brought one of her petite hands to his chest. "I never gave much thought about my own eyes before...even getting sick of seeing them with those silly pictures of me everywhere..." He averted those treasured eyes away from her for a split second, the redness within his own cheeks becoming more and more prominent. "But hearing you talk about them like that? And even becoming one of your most favourite colours? Someone amazing and talented and wonderful as you? I'm so happy, I can't stop smiling!"

The pure elation and unadulterated delight that radiated from his blissful frame melted away every single one of Marinette's anxieties and worries, alleviating her heart to the point where she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

"I-I-I hope you continue to smile like that...I'm glad you're happy," Marinette wasn't able to face him any longer, peering down and fiddling with the hem of her blouse with her free hand as her cheeks ached with how widely she was smiling. However, Adrien had other ideas, his fingers tenderly trailing from her face to her chin, lifting it so that their gazes could meet.

The intimacy made her lightheaded beyond words.

"It's funny...because my favourite colour is blue," He leaned in, a subtle yet wild (and strangely familiar) smirk now playing on his mouth and those beloved emerald greens now glimmering with a mischief that would rival all the cats in the world. "The exact same shade as your beautiful eyes~"

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"NOW KISS!"

The bleat of Kim's request(desperate suggestion) had the duo snap out of their rose-tinted bubble, both Adrien's and Marinette's cheeks now bright pink with the realisation that they had an audience all along! (And barely noting a very demonic looking Chloé being restrained by Alix, Sabrina and Max from going berserk whilst a furious Lila Rossi angrily razed through her own notes like a paper shredder).

"Kim! Why you little-" Marinette's threat was swiftly cut off by the press of soft, soft, illegally softness, her bottom lip captured by satin and silk and the heat of Adrien's burning hands clasped behind her neck. He pulled away quickly before she could act (and kiss him back like no tomorrow), the soft sound of their lips parting like an echo to her extremely flushed ears. Adrien had his eyes adorably averted to the side, a fist pressed against his mouth, hiding his lower face as he too bloomed with more colour.

"Maybe...just maybe, he had the right idea after all, hmm?" He murmured into his heated skin and then faced the wonderful girl that he's been smitten with from day one-

"You owe me a thousand chocolate croissants for hooking you up with the boy you've been in love with since forever~!"

"KIIIIIIIIIIM!?"

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A/N: The person screaming Kim's name at the end was Rose by the way~

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