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When he arrived in the kitchen, he came to a halt, almost yelling. He had not expected anyone to be there when he arrived, especially not them.
In the kitchen, on the phone, Luca Couffaine was scrolling through TikTok. The boy's shaggy hair looked unkempt, as if he had been running his fingers through it for some time. If Adrien hadn't known the difference between curly and wavy from his father's fashion lectures, the normally puffy, straight texture would have appeared almost curly. It made the latter boy wonder if the former straightened his hair or at least frizzed it up in the mornings.
To be honest, Adrien had no idea why the boy was in his kitchen, sitting there, blending into the scene so well, as if he had been there every day and not for only the fourth time. The first time had been Adrien's birthday party, the second a random hangout, and the last for a mission. He didn't realize it was Luca at the time because he was wearing his supersuit.
If the blonde were to be completely honest, he did not actually mind the boy's company. He had long gotten over the jealousy he felt at seeing Luca and Marinette growing closer in the years prior. When the battles and school life became more demanding, there was soon no more time for childish feelings, and honestly, they probably needed each other in a way he would not be able to comprehend after growing up so isolated.
The boy in question placed a cold hand on the blonde's forehead, gently lifting his bangs with the back of his palm in the process. The two boys locked eyes, both slightly blushing, and the blonde looked away quickly, seeing the look of concern in the other's eyes. "You have a fever," Luca stated. Adrien did not respond; he only gently leaned into the others' touches, closing his eyes.
Adrien doubted he was actually running a fever; he was probably just overheated due to the long session of tears last night and the large pile of blankets. He never got the glass of water he came down for. After he hydrated, the warmth would most likely go away.
The past few months had been quite eventful, and with all of the battles, the two had actually grown monumentally closer. One could often see shy smiles and tender care between the two, yet they never seemed to notice that their thoughts and actions were not those of normal friends.
Lucas' hand slowly descended from Adrien's forehead down to his cheeks. Still, Adrien did not open his eyes, simply enjoying the warmth of his company. The only sound in the room was their slightly erratic breathing, which neither were willing to address. A thumb lightly stroked his jaw; he could feel the eyes staring almost as well as if he were watching them with his own eyes.
He tilted his head into the hand even further, slightly licking his suddenly dry lips. Lucas' hand slowly found its way to his other cheek, and Adrien placed his hand lightly on the outside of the boy's arm. The other hand rested between the two, keeping him in a standing position. The second hand on his cheek slowly moved down to his collar bone, tracing its outline. Adrien let out an involuntary shiver at the action.
The entire room seemed to be silent at that point, holding its breath in anticipation. No sound existed in that moment; only two very oblivious boys were looking at each other with an expression neither of them was willing to admit might be love. The touch of Luca completely absorbed Adrien, and he could not answer a single question if one had been asked then, because only one thing repeated in his head: "at each other with an expression neither of them was willing to admit might be love. The touch of Luca completely absorbed Adrien, and he could not answer a single question if one had been asked then, because only one thing repeated in his head: "Luca." He had not realized, however, that the word had left his mouth of its own accord until he saw a reaction.
The almost moaning breath of his name inflamed his cheeks, and his gaze darkened and intensified further than either of them knew it even could. All he wanted was to smash their lips together, but he knew the blonde was still grieving. He would come to regret everything he did with the blonde in these moments. Getting with him now would be taking advantage of the situation and his grief.
Taking the high road, Luca stepped back, completely separating their touches. He never really noticed how much he loved physical touch until his time with Adrien. The simplest touches emptied his mind, and all he could hear was the other heart song, the beautiful melody that lulled him to sleep most nights.
He'd be there for Adrien as a friend, because that's what he needs right now. They all needed some company right now, and complicating things would do no good.
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