Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-

Groaning, Marinette shuts off her alarm, snuggling back into her covers, ready to go back to sleep.

As if on cue, her bedroom door opens.

"Wake-y, Wake-y, Mari."

"Go away!" She groans, going deeper inside her cocoon of a blanket.

"Come on, Mari," He said, totally not phased by her reactions, as he was used to it. "You have to wake up! Class'll be starting in half an hour!"

Honestly, how did Alya used to do this, He thought.

"Don't wanna!" She said stubbornly, the blankets also over her head now, hoping he'd just go away, and let her sleep!

"Fine, you asked for this!"

He quietly walked up to her, and threw the blankets off her body.

She just curled in on herself, determined not to let him win.

He then started tickling her.

And she burst out laughing.

"A- Adrien, stop!" She giggled, "I'm up, I'm up!"

He pulled away hand going to the back of his neck.

"Um... So... Why don't you get dressed, a- and I'll make breakfast? And I'll take these just in case." He said, picking up her blankets.

She gave him her best puppy dog eyes (which usually worked on him) but today it seemed, he was determined to not let her get her sleep.

He left her room, closing the door behind him. Since she didn't want to really make him mad (after all, he was paying for their entire flat!) She got up, and reluctantly got dressed. She went to her dresser, just finding, and throwing on a pair of jeans, and a white tank top, before grabbing a sweater from her closet.

She went to their shared bathroom, to brush her teeth, before heading to their kitchen.

Adrien, in the meantime, had been making them a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs, orange juice, and toast. He looked up just in time to see her enter the room, and he could feel his face heating up.

"Uh... You look n- nice today, Mari."

She yawned.

"Thanks." She put her sweater on. She sat down, taking her breakfast from him. She quickly scarfed down her food, chugging her juice.

"Thanks for breakfast!" She'd call, as she ran towards the door, to pack her bag and leave. "Don't forget your phone!" He called, as she was about to close the door. She ran backing in taking it from him. "Or your keys, or you sketchpad." He handed them each to her in turn.

She just laughed, thanked him, and left.

He shook his head, cleaning up their dishes. He'll never forget the day he asked her to move in with him. Nor will he ever regret it.

A/N:

I don't know if this'll be continued, so as of now, it'll be marked as complete. I enjoy reading reviews! Have a nice day! :)