Cold, it was always so cold at home. As a cat Adrien hated the cold, it was a disgusting sensation. It used to be warm a long time ago when his mum was still around, but she was gone now and the warmth of his house disappeared. His father didn't have any warmth, while his mother was like a sun, his father him was like ice, each time he had a conversation with him he had to restrain himself from shivering.
He didn't have any warmth at home but he had Marinette. He didn't talk to her as Adrien of course or she'd be shy and flustered but he remembered afternoons where he curl up on the floor with his head in her lap, while she'd run her hands through his hair gently and tell him about her day. Marinette's house had a lot of warmth, her family were so nice, always looking after the others, a quality they gave to their daughter. Adrien knew he'd still have to go back to the cold and lonely house but in this moment nothing mattered, he'd had found his warmth again and he wasn't ready to let go just yet.