LadyBugOut AU (Snippets)

Summary:
Marinette calls Luka over to ask him something.

- Hey, Luka?

- Yeah? What is it?

- Can you come over to my place today? There’s something I want to talk about.

- Sure I can! What time?

- Any time at night will be good.

- Got it. See you there!

Marinette stared fondly at the texts between her and Luka. Though her stomach was twisted in nervous knots, knowing that he’d come - without even asking what she wanted to discuss - made her temporarily forget all of her bad feelings.

Time dragged on as she waited. The text conversation had happened sometime in the afternoon, and she took the few hours until night to prepare herself both mentally and physically. She took a shower, brushed her hair, and ensured that she looked nicer than usual, though not so nice that she looked ready for a fancy party.

She’d also made sure beforehand that her parents wouldn’t disturb her for the rest of the day. Thus, when she heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs, there wasn’t a question as to who it was.

Knowing how it had just barely becoming nighttime made her blush. Was he that curious to see her, or… maybe even excited?

There was a knock on the trap door, and her heart skipped a beat. She called out, “Hello?”

Luka’s voice asked in reply, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah! Yes, please!”

The trap door opened, and Luka let himself in. His footsteps were light with his usual politeness.

Marinette smiled fondly at him, her hands clasped together at her waist. “Hey. How are you doing?”

He smiled back. “I’m great. How about you?”

She gave a polite, albeit awkward, nod. “I’m great too.”

He nodded in return, clearly happy as his gaze lingered on her. He then ran his hand through his hair, eyes curiously scanning her room. “So, what’d you want to talk about?”

Ha. Wasn’t that the big question?

Marinette blushed. She turned, then walked over to her chaise lounge and sat down. She patted the spot to her side, encouraging him to follow.

He said nothing, only smiling as he approached and sat down next to her. He kept a friendly distance from her, but she could still feel the warmth of his body heat.

“…Luka,” she began, voice fond. “Do you… remember what happened after you got de-akumatized? Specifically, when you were about to go perform…” Her cheeks turned pink. “…and I stopped you?”

With the way his eyes lit up not even a second later, she was positive he’d remembered.

“Yeah. Of course I do.”

He leaned towards her, as though trying to reassure her that she had all of his attention. After all this time, she’d known how to read his body language, so she knew that was his intention.

She stared down at her lap, tapping her fingers together. “Was that… I mean–just the way you said it…” The question sounded so awkward to her now that he was actually there with her. “Was it… a love confession?”

Unable to wait for a reply, she peeked up at him. His eyes were wide, but not in disgust or confusion.

Rather, he looked at her with a sense of surprise. He opened his mouth to respond, paused, then looked away.