Prompt 11 with Kim and Marinette
Sorry this is so late, but I hope you like it!
“Same time tomorrow?”
Kim couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment he developed a crush on Alix. All he knew was that he was falling, and falling hard.
However, the skater girl didn’t seem to be even remotely interested in him. Well, not romantically, that is. All she saw in him was a rival, a boy to challenge and beat in all kinds of competitions.
He knew that if he just directly asked her out, or hardcore flirted with her, it was likely she would laugh in his face and reject him. He already had that happen with Chloe, and definitely didn’t want something like that to happen again. Although, he doubted that Alix would snap a picture of him at his most vulnerable state and send it to everyone in their class. Alix was a badass, but she wasn’t mean.
And so, he started off slow and gentle. A casual arm around the shoulders not lasting so long so that it would be suspicious, more hello’s whenever they passed by each other in the hall, more teasing about her lack of height and skills (which always brought an adorable rise out of her), and taking more opportunities to talk to her.
However, he was growing impatient. He wanted to make his interest known, but how?
He knew she wouldn’t like some big romantic gesture. She was already well-off, so he knew that she probably wouldn’t truly appreciate any jewelry. Not that she was vain, just that she was most likely used to seeing all kinds of jewels. He wanted to give her something special.
It was around that revelation that he overheard her talking to Marinette and Alya, with her admitting to them that she had a major sweet tooth. It wasn’t long after that that a plan started to formulate in his mind.
Now, he wasn’t a baker. He could barely make toast without burning it.
But he knew someone who could bake any pastry with ease.
When he asked Marinette if she could give him baking lessons, she giggled and asked if he was serious. He didn’t really blame her; he was the popular jock who only cared about athletics (and secretly Alix). So a plea for baking lessons seemed just a little out of the ordinary for him.
But once he assured her of his sincerity, she accepted, promising to help him every day after school for an hour.
Currently, Kim was trying to mix cupcake batter in a bowl. Unfortunately, with each swirl of the spoon, more and more of the pale mixture jumped out of the bowl and onto the counter.
Marinette giggled and reached out to the bowl. Her classmate stopped his actions to peer almost bashfully at her, immediately knowing he did something wrong.
“You don’t have to mix it so hard,” she advised with that ever-present patient smile. “Be gentle with it. Like this.”
With that, she took the mixing bowl out of his hands and demonstrated mixing the batter the correct way.
“Baking isn’t a sport, where you have to speed to win. You have to take your time and be gentle, otherwise you’ll end up wearing your creation,” she said with another giggle.
Kim’s eyes shifted to the side, his sneakers shuffling along the bakery floor.
“But other than that, you’re doing great,” Marinette added once she saw his crestfallen expression. “By the time our lessons are finished, Alix is going be blown away by whatever you decide to make for her.”
“Shh!” Kim hissed. “Not so loud!”
“But we’re the only ones here,” she laughed. “Unless you see someone I don’t?”
“No,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor.
“Thought so,” Marinette concluded with a grin. She dipped a finger in the batter for a taste, stuck it in her mouth, and was pleasantly surprised by the sweet flavor.
“This is great, Kim! Good job!” she praised.
Kim looked up, a new, radiant smile lighting up his features. Until it settled into a smug grin.
“Well, of course it’s great,” he boasted, flexing an arm. “I made it, after all.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, saying nothing as she set the bowl back on the counter. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the time, taking note that their lesson time was almost up.
“Well, looks like our lesson is over for today,” she pointed out, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips up.
Kim blinked. “Oh, it is!” he agreed once he saw the time as well. He began to untie his apron, hanging it on an available hook on the wall once he took it off. He then walked to the other side of the kitchen to pick up his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as he was about to walk out of the room.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, smiling.
“Same time tomorrow. See you at school!”
“See you!” he returned happily as he pushed the door to leave.
A minute later Alix Kubdel walked in, throwing her backpack to the ground and hastily tying Kim’s apron around her waist.
“Hey, Marinette. So, we gonna try baking those cupcakes again? Kim’s been talking about cupcakes for some reason, so I wanna master baking those damn things.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, a teasing smile on her lips as she shook her head. How oblivious could two people be?
“Sure, Alix. Let’s get to work.”
Reminder that I’m no longer taking prompts, just finishing the ones I have!