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She’d settled for staring at his feet. At his flimsy red canvas shoes, with worn laces and cracked soles. The same ones he’d been wearing for years, the same one she’d teased him about countless times before everything had changed. Adrien, come on. You can’t keep wearing those forever. Her words had been interlaced with laughter—his or hers, she couldn’t quite remember. It hadn’t mattered back then, when their mirth had so often been shared. Marinette shouldn’t have been surprised to learn he still wore those shoes. No matter how many stores she’d tried to drag him inside, or how many raised eyebrows Nathalie had offered after his socks tracked wet footprints through the house on rainy days, Adrien had refused to wear anything else on a day-to-day basis. The shoes meant something to him, something Marinette had never really understood. She wasn’t sure he even understood, really—he’d claimed they were special, that they were the first pair he’d ever been able to pick out himself. She’d always felt there had to be more to his stubbornness, though she’d probably never get her answer now. Still, she couldn’t seem to look away from them, feeling her heart flip-flop when she caught sight of the tic-tac-toe grid scrawled on one of the outsoles. They’d played to pass the time one lazy summer afternoon, and there was a smear of ink in place of the final X; she’d distracted Adrien with kisses to keep him from adding it. They’d been so happy. But neither of them had won, in the end.
