A/N: I can't help it! All this fluff just pours out of my heart - because I have no love life as such. Ahahaha, this story will draw to a close in a few chapters. Written as I listened to (weirdly enough) cold water - major lazer & justin bieber. I promise to bring actual plot soon.

Summary: Adrienette. Just, frustrating Adrienette.


Adrien pushed open the door to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. Navigating through the long line to the front of the counter, he managed to catch Sabine's eye. She gave him a kind (and knowing) smile, and told him Marinette was helping her father in the kitchen, and had probably lost track of time.

And so she had. Walking into the hot kitchen, he was greeted by a very anxious Tom, and Marinette balancing three trays while trying to get them into the oven. He didn't blame him for being anxious. Anyone who knew Marinette would be afraid when held one tray of baking goods, let alone three.

Marinette's face was a mask of concentration as she deftly placed each one into the oven. Turning around, her mouth formed a comical 'O' as she caught sight of Adrien with an extremely bemused expression on his face. Tom, happy at finding an extra hand to help, immediately tied an apron around Adrien's wait and pushed him towards Marinette, "come on you two, next tray of cookies."

Adrien eyed the trays and dough with panic. Marinette giggled as she took her place next to him, "It's not that hard, you just need to place an equal amount of dough with just enough space between them so that they don't form one giant cookie once its baked."

And so started the baking. Once three trays were done, Marinette gathered them up, balancing them precariously as she turned towards the oven. Plagg, taking Marinette's absence as a chance, shot out of Adrien's shirt and into the store room. Adrien hissed, "No! Get back here!"- but Plagg had already phased through the closed door. He ran to the store room, stopping outside and turning around to see if Tom and Marinette had noticed anything weird, only to see Marinette lose her balance.

Adrien watched the first tray tip over, time slowing down. Before even thinking about it, he launched himself across the room, managing to grab the tray before it flipped over completely. However, his momentum took him forward enough for him to slam onto the counter in front of him.


"You're no Chat Noir, but you'll do," Marinette giggled before placing the ice pack on his forehead again.

It was an hour after the incident at the bakery. Sabine had heard Adrien hit the table all the way till the cash counter, and Marinette's parents had decided to call it a day for them both. They were now sitting in Marinette's room, and Marinette was holding an icepack on Adrien's head, where an ugly bruise was popping up.

Adrien feigned shock, "I'm no Chat Noir?! My Lady, however could you say that?"

He watched as Marinette started laughing, before she caught herself, a guard going up behind her eyes – as she picked up on the nickname. In that moment he knew. It was her! He wasn't crazy! Spying the earrings, he could just about see the ladybug design on the darkened stone. Oh man, this sure made things easier for him. But, wait, how the hell was he supposed to now bring up the topic in front of her?

Hastily changing topics, Marinette asked, "Will your father be mad about the bruise?"

Adrien shrugged, knowing his father probably wouldn't be around long enough to notice, "there's nothing that makeup can't cover, milady." He was happy to see his nickname brought a dust of blush to the cheeks of the girl in front of him. But now, he was distracted. Somewhere around here, there had to be a kwami. A ladybug red kwami, if he remembered correctly. Trying to distract her more, he jumped up, startling her, and tipped over her box that contained knitting supplies.

"Still not Chat enough for you, Marinette?"

Marinette gasped and dived to collect her supplies, "Adrien!"

Instantly regretting the mess, he bent down to help her pick up the stuff, only to find himself face to face with a ball of yarn. Marinette was dangling it in front of him, with a wicked expression on her face. Playing along, he batted it a few times, until it started unraveling. Panicking, they both tried to get at the rapidly shrinking ball as it made its way around Marinette's room.

Tripping on her supplies, Marinette collided with Adrien, who managed to twist around so that she landed on his chest, while he took the main brunt of hitting the floor. Out of breath, the world seemed to pause as they stared at each other – looking into familiar, yet alien eyes. Suddenly, Marinette blinked as, for a second, she saw cat eyes instead of Adrien's warm green. It couldn't be… Nah.

Scrambling, the two teens started cleaning up Marinette's supplies, turning redder and redder every time their hands touched when they reached for the same pen, or same roll of thread.

Adrien spun around as he heard a high-pitched giggled behind him, to see a red flash just disappear behind the chaise. Aha! Her kwami! Then he realized something very, very dreadful.

He had left Plagg in the store room two fucking hours ago.