a spark, and a fall

notes: my very first miraculous ladybug fanfic! i've been wanting to write one for so long now, but i just couldn't think of a good plot. there isn't much plot to this story either; it's more a series of vaguely connected drabbles that will probably end in a reveal. this is from mari's pov, but i might do a companion series from adrien's (if y'all want). i kinda just started writing this today without a direction in mind, so sorry if it feels kinda scrambled and disjoint. i will def write a proper ML fic someday soon(ish). as soon as school allows me, lol. so without further ado, enjoy! :) OH also if y'all have nay better titles, i am totes open to ideas!

disclaimer: omg i totally forgot to disclaim this. i knew i was forgetting something, dammit! anyway, y'all know, i don't own any of this (i wish. really doe).

i.

It's not because he's handsome, or because he's a famous model, or because he's popular, or because he's unattainable. It's not because his eyes are the glowing green of peridot, or because his hair is a blonde mess of perfection, or even because his blinding white smile is so gorgeous it feels like a punch in her stomach (though it's certainly true).

No, it's because despite all of that, despite knowing—because he must know, he must, how could he not?—that he is, quite frankly, the most beautiful boy in France, if not the world, he is still so kind, and genuine, and good.

It's because the way he acts in school belies the confidence and fame of his model persona. He treats every person like a person, not a fan—indeed, he never expects people to be fans of his work. It's because—because—because—

Because.

Because it's him and he's sweet and trusting and maybe just a bit naive, and he positively radiates friendliness, and it truly is not possible for anyone to dislike such a pure soul.

That's why Marinette is in love with Adrien. Because sure, she doesn't really know him all that well, given she can hardly string together a coherent sentence in reply to him, but what she sees of him is enough for her heart to beat a little faster when he's near.

Or something like that.

In any case, he's something and she's—just—nothing. And as with pressure or osmosis or other such science-y things that Adrien likes, a patch of Nothing next to a spot of Something always wants some Something to seep in, right?

Or something like that.

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