In which Adrien is even more cheesy. Who knew that was possible!?
Just realized I've been forgetting a very important thing to say-
I do not own anything Miraculous Ladybug.
Adrien had always had a sharp nose. Since becoming Chat Noir, it'd only gotten better. Which was why Adrien knew that Nino had at least three cherry drop candies in his bag and Adrien wanted at least one of them. His cooking lessons- ahem "practical application of chemistry study" - with Marinette had been temporarily postponed for at least a week because there was a big test coming up and he felt the sugar withdrawals coming on.
"Hey, man, what you got in the bag?"
Nino rolled his eyes while Alya laughed.
"Dude, what are you? Some kind of bloodhound?" Nino grumbled as he fished out one of the cherry flavored hard candies and held it out to his friend.
Excuse you, I am a cat. Not that he could actually say this out loud to Nino, secret identities and all that.
His pursuit of sugar was interrupted by Marinette's hand swatting him back. "Down! You're acting like a feral cat that hasn't been fed in days!"
Well, at least somebody got him. "No fair, Mari! I asked nicely."
"No, you practically drooled on his bag to get them," she scolded.
"It's been forever since I had a sugar," he moaned.
She put her hands on her hips, and Adrien knew he was in for a lecture then. "That doesn't mean you can take those from Nino, those are for his cough."
The other two members of the group started and turned back to their hatted friend.
"Is that true, Babe. Are you getting a cold?" Alya asked.
Nino rubbed the back of his neck. "I wasn't sure if I was or wasn't and I didn't want to complain if it was nothing, but yeah, I've had a sore throat for the last two days."
Alya gave him a light chop to the head. "You should have said something! I'd have brought you some of my mom's amazing soup. Scratch that. I am bringing you some tomorrow."
Nino leaned in to nuzzle his girlfriend. "You're the best, babe!"
Adrien, on the other hand, now felt awful. His hand just came up of its own accord and began to rub and the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't even notice you weren't feeling well."
Nino waved a hand at him to dispel his worries. "All good, dude. It's not like I said anything."
"Apparently Marinette was the only one who noticed. That makes me feel like a terrible girlfriend," Alya whined.
"I'm sorry?" Marinette said, like she was unsure if she was in trouble or not.
"Well, Nette has known be longer than both of you. Neither of you is a bad friend or girlfriend. Plus, she's got detective skills that could rival Ladybug."
"N-n-n-no I don't, no one could be as good as Ladybug."
While Adrien was generally the first person to defend his lady as the greatest of them all. The more he came to know Marinette, the harder it was to say that Ladybug was greater than she. Both were spicy, but it was like asking if he wanted hot wings or cookies. There wasn't a comparison because they were two different things for different times! Sweet and hot were for different things. Speaking of which, he still had a strong hankering for something sweet. His eyes turned mournfully back to Nino's cherry candies. Those were definitely off limits now, so where was he supposed to get his sweets from?! He supposed he could just wait until lunch and stop by the Dupain-Cheng bakery.
Marinette caught her stare and rolled her eyes. "Geeze, you have such a sweet tooth. Here. I was going to share them during lunch, but you can have your portion now."
She reached into her bag, pulled out a small container, and held it out to him. He gasped. "Have you been practicing without me?"
This time her smile was all sass, once again bringing spicy to her sweet. "I have. Chocolate chip. Wanna see how far ahead of you I've gotten?"
He took the container and tore into it. Dang these were good! Logic told him that they were a little over cooked and her butter had been too hot, melting the chocolate chips so they made the whole cookie darker than it were supposed to be. Even so, it was a little piece of heaven in his mouth.
A voice in his head, that sounded oddly like Plagg, quietly asked him if it was the sweet itself or the sweet who had given it to him that was satisfying his sweet tooth?
