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He sure did smile. Maybe his smile was a little too big. Luka had gave him a look, a charming one, that said he knew- he knew Adrien had been excited over the fact he had liked a boy. Later that night, Adrien had searched up Luka´s social media page and giggled like a 12 year old girl at a sleepover. It was all wooing and blushing until he came across a picture of him without a shirt, making his heart beat faster than he had ever felt. Fuck. That was it. He may or may not have spent the rest of the night getting himself off to his handsome prince.
His alarm was no match for the tiredness that had pelted him when he finally got some sleep. He slept until Natalie knocked on his door- not hard but, understandingly gentle. ¨Adrien?¨ His eyelids flew open and he sat up, his stomach already fluttering though nothing was wrong. ¨I´m sorry Natalie, I´m coming!¨ Natalie didn´t speak for a few moments, but then finally said, still on the other side of the door, ¨Take your time Adrien.” He swallowed at the tone of her voice, she was caring, too caring. His father had threatened to fire multiple times, and it had all been his foolish moves. He looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe today I change up my outfit, I want to get his attention. He grabbed a sweater Marinette had made him on his birthday he had back in middle school, it had rode up when he lifted his arms but it was good enough. The shades of tan and brown were beautiful. He also put on black leggings, normally a girl thing but he wanted to look casual. If casually was pants snug on his naturally curvy but cute legs, then he was fine. Everyone would look at this unusual outfit he never wore, but it was fine if he had looked too.
The car ride had been silent. Too scared to speak to his father, who had always occupied him like a teacher to peer. So when the car had slowed down and the squeaking of the expensive breaks had hit his ears, he jumped out with eagerness to leave the glare of his father.
People did indeed notice his change in outfit, most glancing at his precious body with envy and curiosity. When he had arrived in his class, hours later than school had started obviously, he handed his tardiness slip to Miss Bustier, and hesitantly sat down as he felt the curious glares of his peers around him. ¨Dude you good? I thought your were sick or somethin.¨ Nino looked at Adrien´s outfit. ¨Changin it up a bit? Never seen this style on you.¨ Adrien nodded and secretly tried to take a glance at Luka. He wasn´t in his seat. He wasn´t in the classroom at all. ¨Nino, where´s Luka?¨ Nino looked at him curiously but shrugged. ¨He´s in the boy´s locker room for P.E all day, he volunteered to be a monitor or somethin.¨ Adrien nodded and blushed slightly. Today was going good.
The bell rang in his ears, interrupting the drifting thoughts in his mind. He walked among the halls, with Marinette obviously lingering behind. ¨You wore the sweater I made long ago!¨ Adrien nodded but continued to walk to the gym. ¨I thought it looked nice.¨ Marinette lingered farther back, flushing harder than ever. Adrien rolled his eyes as he entered the locker room, Marinette was so obvious. He glanced around with hope, only to not see Luka in sight. He sighed and walked to his locker but- something caught on his foot. He gasped and it felt as if he was falling in slow motion. The air hit his face as he was mere inches away from the floor. But in milliseconds, warm, tingling hands wrapped around his stomach, underneath the sweater. He gasped even more as the touch hit his sensitive stomach, making him lean into the person who had stood behind him. He turned his head back only to meet with glistening eyes. Luka´s eyes.