It doesn't feel real. Adrien's holding a black version of his light blue scarf, and in the little wrapped gift was a handwritten birthday card, signed. It had not needed to be, as he could close his eyes and remember her handing it to him.

"I know it's nothing near as grand as the Lucky Charm, you gave me for my birthday." She'd spoken; blue eyes, such a deep shade that almost glittered at the edges, cheeks pink with the barest hints of something soft beneath the surface. His breath had been caught.

Adrien had not been able to tell her that it was just as amazing, if not more so, because she made it. She took the time to work on it, bit by bit, spent what was probably a long time on it, tracing the edges together with each knit, watching rows become rows become rows, and somehow enjoying the little hint of it.

Marinette took the time to make him a gift, and to handwrite a birthday card for him that was so sweet, that he still felt so dazed by it. She'd drawn little cats along the card after she'd learned this past year that he liked cats and cat puns. There was even a little hamster on one of the corners with orange spotted fur, though it was mostly a white hamster.

It was cute, and so, so Marinette. Adrien stared down at the cute card and wondered what went through her head when she'd been drawing the little doodles and just how long they took her. They were adorable, and they weren't super big pictures, but he just didn't know. Adrien carefully ran a finger down the card tracing the images and deliberately not looking at the fountain pen that his father had gotten him this year.

It said too much, that he just didn't want to think about.