This is just a filler chapter from what Mari said about Adrien always treat her as if she can't do things by herself on the last chapter.
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It was kinda strange and coincidental.
To have a feeling of someone watching you when you have a few troubles in school, namely reaching for a book on one of the highest bookshelves or picking up the papers that suddenly left your hand because of the breeze swinging by.
It was even more weird to find that person helping you was always.
I repeat, always.
The same one,
And it was none other than Adrien Agreste, a self-proclaimed delinquent - to her - while to the public, it was real.
It all started with her being stuck in the rain and had to shelter at the school campus as the rain, fell harder every minute.
Sighing, she held her hand out, despite her hoping the rain to soon die down.
Around her surroundings, the rain, the cement smelled stairs and…a familiar limo parked in front of the school.
She sighed, she felt a strong breeze pass by her and noticed it was none other than Adrien Agreste.
He seemed to be in a hurry a black umbrella in his hands. He didn't even seem to notice her.
She watch him ran over the stairs, then he stop.
Halfway down, he stopped. She looked at him with curious eyes.
His shoulders slumped as he turned his back from the limo and went trudging back, until he stopped in front of her.
Eyes averting her, he handed the umbrella to her.
"Lo-look, I happen to have a umbrella, and I think you-you need it more," he said, cheeks tinted pink.
She looked at him expectantly, not accepting the umbrella.
"I-it's not a trick,"
"Why are you being so nice?" She mused, a teasing hint in her voice.
His cheeks flared at hearing this, shoving the umbrella in her hand.
"Ju-just take it!"
She hesitantly held it, as he made his way down the stairs.
"Thank you for this, Adrien," Marinette said.
He faced her somehow a warm smile plastered on his usually smug face and to say it was uncharacteristic of him.
"Yea-yeah, it was-"
SNAP
The umbrella suddenly closed on her.
Then, he laughed, of course he would laugh. But there was something different about this was. She can't seem to put a finger on it.
She opened it slowly, peeking at him.
"You really are a klutz," he stated.
Her cheeks started to warm up, "Wha-whatever, I'll return this tomorrow."
"Of course you would, since you're a good-"
"Well, what you did was good too," she remarked.
He stopped, before sighing.
"I-I guess you're right, bu-but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still bad!"
"Yeah, yeah, but still, thank you for this"
Adrien then turned his back from her.
"Goodbye," she said.
"Bye"
Once he arrived at the limo, he glanced back at her. The smile was still present on her face.
"You're a creep, you know," Plagg remarked from his bag.
The next day, he was expecting his umbrella to be returned.
But there was nothing.
He watched Marinette slouch on her seat.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked.
"What? Is there some-"
"Nevermind, klutz."
After he finished practicing fencing, he went to the locker rooms, expecting nothing but his bag and clothes.
He found his umbrella seated in his locker, a sticky note plastered on it.
Do you think I'd forget about it? ;-)
He chuckled as he pulled out his bag and clothes.
Then a realisation hit him.
How the hell did she open his locker?
Author's Note:
Short but sweet, I think?
