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Nino glanced at himself in the mirror again.
He wasn’t sure about this shirt. It was just a button down, nothing crazy, but it was a color he didn’t usually wear. A soft sort of blue. He thought it was nice, but… well, he didn’t always have an eye for that sort of thing.
He should’ve called someone else for a second opinion. Marinette. Definitely Marinette. It was too late now, because Adrien would be here any second for their date and Nino didn’t have time to second guess.
It was nice. Right? It was just a shirt. He thought he looked handsome anyhow. He tucked it into the waistband of his slacks and studied himself again.
Yeah. This was good. Probably.
He’d just washed his hair and made sure it was nice for tonight. He had on his nicest pair of pants and the loafers Adrien had bought him for his birthday a few months ago. He did look nice.
He just… wished he was sold on the color of the shirt.
He heard a knock and knew he was committed as he went to answer the door.
“Nino!” Adrien said with a surprised gasp as he walked into the apartment. “You look so pretty!”
Which-
Wait.
That wasn’t what Nino had expected at all.
He wasn’t exactly mad about it, though. In fact, he was pretty sure he liked it if the smile on his face and the way his heart was racing meant anything. “Really?”
“Yes!” Adrien beamed back at him. “I love this color on you!”
Nino had picked it out himself. His goal was to impress Adrien, to look nice for their date.
Pretty? Well, he hadn’t ever thought of that word applying to him, really.
“You think it’s pretty?” Nino asked.
“I think you’re pretty,” Adrien clarified. “Beautiful.”
Nino tried to stop the laughing bubbling in his throat, but a giddy little giggle escaped, anyway. “No one’s ever called me pretty before.”
“What? That’s a shame. Because you are.” Adrien held Nino’s face gently in his hands. “You’re so pretty.”
Yeah. Nino liked that. He giggled again (he must’ve sounded like such an idiot) and smiled right back at Adrien. His cheeks were starting to hurt from all this smiling. “Thanks,” he managed to say. “I- I picked out this shirt myself.”
“Not even with Marinette?”
“No. I went alone.”
“I’m impressed. I think we need to get you more of this color.”
Nino agreed. He liked feeling pretty- he liked being pretty in Adrien’s eyes. “You really think I’m pretty?”
“Oh, yeah. The prettiest.” Adrien pulled Nino closer to press a kiss on the tip of his nose.
Giggling again. Nino loved it.
“So pretty I feel like I need to rescue you from a dragon,” Adrien continued, dropping his hands down to Nino’s shoulders with a warm smile.
“Yeah?” Nino asked, begging for more.
“Definitely. Pretty enough I might just have to lock you in a tower so no one else can have you.”
Nino snorted. “Isn’t my prince supposed to save me?”
“I suppose. But I get the motive behind locking up princesses in towers now. You’re just too pretty for anyone else but me.”
Nino’s heart was in his throat, his stomach turning over. He loved Adrien so much it hurt sometimes. Right now he felt barely able to contain it. “I’m your princess?”
“Yup,” Adrien said with a confident nod. “My princess.”
Oh, man, Nino liked that. He never thought he would. With another giggle (he was less embarrassed about it each time) he wrapped his arms around Adrien’s waist and pulled him close. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Impossible,” Nino said, and he meant it. He leaned his forehead against Adrien’s. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re pretty.”
Nino huffed out another laugh. “You’re enjoying this, huh?”
“I don’t usually see you so flustered,” Adrien admitted. “And I do really mean it, beau. You’re stunning.”
Nino would definitely be wearing this shirt again. “I’m glad you think I’m pretty.”
“Oh, I know it. Anyone would be a fool not to see it.”
“I love you so much.”
Adrien kissed Nino, just briefly, just enough. “I love you, too.”