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Adrien thinks that the weirdest part of the aftermath of the body swap Akuma is going to be adjusting to the new knowledge. Maybe the new girlfriend.
Maybe even how, the day after the Akuma, Alya shoves a box of perfume bottles into his hands and says, “I returned yesterday’s because it was pretty new, but I have no way of knowing which other ones make you sick because you didn’t tell me,” and how he is now expected to divulge a lot more information about himself to his friends in general.
It’s nice how they’re trying to help, but weird.
Like Marinette trying to make him wear sunglasses at lunch. “I’ve been you and the light hurts.” She waves the glasses around as she gesticulates.
He plucks them from her fingers if only so she won’t accidentally smack him with them. Again. “You were in a lot of distress. I’m fine.” He slides them into his shirt pocket and eventually gets her to drop it with a promise to wear them if he thinks they’ll help later.
But somehow the over accommodation is not the weirdest part.
“You weren’t uncomfortable?” Nino asks when they’re between matches in a video game, sitting on the floor of Nino’s room.
“I mean, I was, um, very conscious of the differences, but it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Adrien says. “It was strange, how different our senses and bodies are, but that’s not bad. But what do you mean by uncomfortable? Like… how Marinette was uncomfortable? Or were you uncomfortable some other way?”
“Yeah, dude, like being a girl. It was weird. I would have rather swapped places with you, and ’Nette made that seem pretty hard, no offense.”
“None taken, she doesn’t have as much practice as I do, what with being me and all. I—I promise it’s not—like I’m not—I mean, I’m fine, Nino. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, bro, you’ve said it a dozen times.” He bumps their shoulders together, “Do you know it? And do you know that it’s okay if you’re not fine?”
Adrien rolls his eyes, but he leans against Nino a bit. “Marinette and Alya made that very clear while you nodded in the background. Please, can we move on? What about being a girl is uncomfortable?”
“I mean, just—the body is all wrong. For me.”
“Alya’s not that much shorter than you.”
“What?”
“…What?”
Nino pulls back enough to look at him, so Adrien has to sit upright.
“What does her height have to do with anything?”
“That was the first difference I noticed being in Marinette. And then there were the senses, of course. And then, um, in the closet… I noticed other things. But the least comfortable was definitely being six inches shorter during—well, yeah. But Alya’s only like an inch shorter than you?”
Nino blinks. “The least comfortable part was being shorter? The least comfortable part about having all of your anatomy change was the height difference?”
“…No?”
“Dude.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Nino pushes his glasses up so he can rub at his eyes. “You didn’t say anything wrong, dude—um, Ad—Dri, I’m just surprised, is all.”
“Did… did Alya find being a boy uncomfortable?”
“That’s—that’s a question for her, Dri.”
“Well, what did you dislike most?”
“Having boobs.”
“Huh.”
After a pause, Nino takes a deep breath, turns his body to face Adrien fully and places his hands on his shoulders. “Okay, look, there’s something I have to ask you, and I don’t want you to, like, think I’m teasing or something. I love you, you’re like a sibling to me and I just, I have to make sure you’ve at least considered the other options—are you sure you’re a boy?”
“I—what? Of cour—“
“No,” Nino shakes his head, “please, just, think about it for a while before you answer?”
The weirdest part is that Adrien has to rethink everything they thought they knew about themself.