18. Desperation and Progress

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"Is Y/n here?" Luka rushed into the bakery not long after you did.

"Well Y/n sure is popular these days." Your mother hummed as she finished rolling out the dough that was sprawled out in front of her. She turned and faced Luka and the surprise was evident on her face. "Oh! Aren't you a friend of Marinette's? It's been a while dear." She smiled nervously.

Luka felt the nerves bundle as well.

He couldn't even believe he ran after you. He was perfectly content with the thought of letting you leave and hate him for the rest of your lives, he deserved it and it would surely make his life much simpler.

But as he watched you walk away he finally came to the realization,

Marinette was the past.

As he watched you walk away he couldn't help but run after you as soon as he grew the courage. He believed it with his whole heart that you were his future.

"I am a friend of both, but I am here to visit Y/n." Luka's voice was shaky as he spoke to your mother.

"You're looking for Y/n?" Marinette walked in, not hearing any of the conversation, but assuming that's why he was here.

"Yes—hello Marinette—-I am looking for her." Luka spoke nervously but it wasn't her sudden presence that was shaking him. The calmness he now felt, the acceptance of being friends with Marinette was startling. For the first time in his whole life he felt strongly about what he wanted, and that was you.

"I'll show you her room. She just stomped up there not too long ago." She chuckled softly, but quickly stopped herself.

Luka nodded and thanked your mother before following Marinette up the stairs. His heart was pounding in his chest as they grew closer. It was longing to leap out and capture you. He never wanted to let you walk away from him again. He wanted to fight for you and finally be honest with you. About everything.

"Um...Luka?" Marinette's confused voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" His eyebrow was raised.

Marinette pointed to a door he hadn't realized they stopped at. "This is her room." She walked back towards the stairs. "I'm going to go help my mom out, good luck and...take good care of her."

Luka didn't see it but he knew Marinette had a smile written across her face. She had grown, and he couldn't be more proud of her.

Luka knocked twice on your door.

"Go the fuck away." You called and he knew immediately that you had heard the two of them talking.

He knocked again too scared to speak.

"Seriously—I said."

He knocked again.

The door slammed open.

His heart felt whole the moment he saw you. He towered over your grumpy form. You had the same furrowed brow and your hand was gripping your hip hard. He wanted to smile, laugh, cry, he just wanted everything.

"Luka I don't know if your damn ears aren't working but I said-"

He didn't even know what he was doing. His body was acting before his mind could stop him. His hands cupped the sides of your face and he leaned down while simultaneously pulling you up more to meet him and pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Your eyes widened as you felt your body instantaneously submit to him. You were pissed but amazed at the same moment. Before you had a chance to react any further, Luka pulled away and had himself pressed up against the nearest wall. He faced you, panting with a panicked expression.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry! I didn't even ask and I-"

"Again." Your eyes were dark and mischievous. You stepped closer to him and stood on the tip of your toes as you placed a hand against his chest. "Don't talk." You whispered against his lips before kissing him.

Luka was in shock from your forward behavior but took the moment to run his fingers through your hair. He kissed you with the upmost amount of passion. Never once had he ever had so much devotion to a piece of music or crafting like he had when it came to kissing you.

You were completely and utterly intoxicating.

You pulled him into your room and shut the door behind the two of you. He had you pressed up against the door as he kissed you.

With each passing moment it grew less sloppy and more rhythmic.

The two of you were incredibly unexperienced, but enjoyed every moment you had in each others arms.

"Y/n." He whispered as he pulled back and rested his forehead against your own.

"Yes?" Your voice was weak as you tried to regain your steady breathing. You opened your eyes slightly and saw the red tint that had taken over his pale skin. His eyes bore into yours and you couldn't help but smile.