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The two soaked teens splash across the street back to Marinette's house.
"We're going to need towels," Marinette called back to her mother who was in the bakery when they opened the front door.
"I don't even like the rain, how did I end up playing in it for that long," Adrien muttered under his breath as he noted the time. Fencing classes were scheduled to end over an hour ago, and his dad would be furious.
Mme Cheng entered the bakery with a stack of towels, handing one to Adrien and the rest to Marinette before wordlessly pointing upstairs to the house.
"Merci, maman," she said sheepishly as she wrapped one towel around her shoulders and led Adrien upstairs to the house. She pulled her hair out of the pigtails and let the wet mess rest on her shoulders as she gathered clothes for Adrien to wear while his dried.
"Marinette you don't need to dry my clothes, I should get going home anyw-"
"No, you're shivering cold because I got you wet so you're going to get warm. Also, it's dinner and my mom won't let you leave without eating anything," the twin-tailed girl shrugged as she handed him a tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from her fathers dresser. He begrudgingly took the clothes and headed up the stairs to her room when she told him to. Marinette headed into the bathroom with her clothes and quickly changed from her shorts and sopping wet tee into black leggings and a Chat Noir sweatshirt. She hung the wet towel on the door and headed out up to her room. Gently knocking on the trapdoor, she lifted it when she heard Adrien respond with an "you're good". She turned away from him and softly set the door down before standing and turning towards the model who was standing in her room. Shirtless. Her eyes traveled down his torso against her will, taking in the toned chest and stomach, stopping at the waistband of the slightly too big sweatpants that low on his hips, revealing his v-line, and giving him the gray-sweatpant effect. Marinette tore her eyes away from his body and looked anywhere else in her room, her eyes eventually falling on her small shrine of Adrien photos. Her already flushed face grew redder as she realized she had left him unattended in her room, where his face was the most present thing, second only to the color pink.
"You okay, Mari?" the now concerned and still shirtless boy stepped closer to her, bringing his hand to rest on her shoulder.
Marinette only blushed harder as she made eye contact with him, trying to keep her eyes from flickering down to his chest and failing.
Adrien noticed her gaze drop and felt a smirk cross his face, before he, against his better judgement, took a step back and giving a twirl, "You like what you see?"
Marinette flushed redder than her super suit and covered her mouth with her hand before squeaking a few times and gesturing towards the door. She turned around and was bent over to lift her trapdoor when Adrien once again grabbed her shoulder, STILL SHIRTLESS.
"Hey sorry Mari, I was just kidding. Didn't mean to upset you."
"Upset not me, I mean you upset not me, I mean you did upset me, I mean. You d-didn't upset m-me." she stuttered, her face flaming and her eyes on his chest still, "Let's just. Get your shirt on and get down to dinner before it gets cold."
"Oh, okay," he muttered, pulling the shirt over his head and following the flustered girl down to her dining room.