~~~Lukadrienette~~~ [Conflicted]

Identity[1]

Adrien put his hand on her shoulder, smiling kindly.

"Well, no one else knows. I think some people suspect but I haven't said anything." He smiled. He felt bad about lying, but he didn't want to hurt her. And it wasn't necessarily all a lie. He was bisexual. So, it was a half-truth, really.

"I hope this doesn't mess up our friendship. You and Marinette are the only friends I really have here."

Adrien nodded and they walked away from the river bank. He reassured her that it wouldn't and they eventually parted ways, each heading home to face the fury of their respective guardians.

Marinette walked out of the park, a sag in her shoulders. She closed the gate behind herself and hung her head, thinking about how whatever happened to Master Fu was all her fault,

Luka happened to be cycling past and he stopped as he saw her, putting one foot down as he spoke to her.

"Are you okay Marinette?"

She looked up at him, a sad(fake) smile on her face, "yeah, I'm fine.." she tried to smile but her face crumbled and she started crying slightly, "actually, no! I'm not fine at all..." she turned to the side and buried her face in her hands, her shoulders bunching up as she began crying.

He climbed off of his bike fully and walked over to her, removing his helmet.

"I'm so tired Luka," she cried as she turned into his chest, "of all the responsibilities and having to put up a front all the time." He looked down at her in concern, bringing up his arm to wrap around and rest on her shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into her arm.

"Of never being able to be who I truly am!" His eyes widened and he rested his chin on top of her head, holding her close as a sad expression veiled his face.

"It's alright Marinette, you can tell me everything." He smiled at her kindly, her face still hidden behind her hands. "Or... nothing, if you prefer. You can be yourself with me, you know." He smiled and she pulled back slightly to look up at him.

"Just yourself." Her hands were on his chest as she looked into his face. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed and her bottom lip pouted and quivering slightly.

She dropped her face into his chest and continued to cry, hugging him for comfort.

He allowed his bike to drop, his guitar making a noise, as he brought both hands up to hold her.

"It's okay. Let it all out. I'm here for you Marinette."

She continued to cry in his arms, comforted by his warm presence.