A/N: Feels like I am on a roll, posting these chapters so quickly! I can't help, but want to write more and more of this fluff! I hope I'd live to see fanart based on my fanfiction. (I am not hinting at anything, lol.)

Anyhow, thank you and enjoy!

Warning: strong cat puns ahead! (You have been warned!)

Plagg has already come to know, that whenever Adrien Agreste has something on his mind or something he wants to do, he would eventually end up doing so. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing it just meant that the boy was very ambitious and dedicated to whatever that was he wanted to do. The fact that was bothering the little kwami is Adrien's lack of listening to Plagg.

"Kid, I've been living in this world for thousands of years," the black cat would sometimes say. "So would you be so kind to at least listen to me from time to time?" Seriously now, why be so stubborn?

And this time was no exception. After the small dialog the kwami and his holder had, Adrien still decided it was better to visit the Dupain-Chengs. Even though he had no logical explanation why, he was just following his heart, like countless times before. At least he now had the confidence and the after effect of Marinette's kabedon has slowly faded away, just as his worries.

He figured she would be home at that time, helping her parents with the bakery. The closer he got to the building, the stronger smell of fresh baked pastries became. It kind of reminded him of scent Marinette had. Well, he has always had the sweet tooth. Though couldn't really eat much of it, since he had to maintain his modeling career.

The boy hesitated before knocking.

"It's not too late to change your mind, kid." Plagg mused, picking his head out of the teenager's bag.

"I am certain, Plagg. Just bear with me." He concluded, gesturing to his bag earning some looks from the passer-bys.

As Adrien walked into the bakery, a soft ring of bell was heard. He looked around, scratching his head in confusion. Deep down he hoped Marinette would be by the counter, greeting his with her shy yet charming smile.

Just as he finished that random thought, he heard footsteps. Quite heavy ones at that.

"Honey, we have a new customer!" A female voice was heard and right after Marinette's father Tom appeared, putting on his apron.

"Yes, dear." He replied, making his way to the entrance, before turning his head in the new guest's direction.

Agreste couldn't help but smile. His friend's parents were so in love, hence why the small bakery always felt like a warm, welcoming place. Strange, how right now Adrien felt like he was home.

"Oh, Adrien, is it? Hello and welcome to our bakery!" Tom's eyes brightened up, as he enthusiastically shook hands with the boy.

"Good evening, Mr. Dupain!" The boy smiled, answering the handshake. Marinette's dad had quite the grip!

"Did you just say 'Adrien'?" Sabine Cheng asked, making her way to the slightly flustered model.

"Hello! How have you been? We haven't seen you in a while." She began chattering. It was great to see the boy once again.

"Good evening, Mrs. Cheng! I was planning to, but I never had the time."

Adrien found Marinette's parents quite amusing. They were very open-minded people and gave off the feeling of safety and a strong one of hospitality. Not counting various times they helped him and Ladybug defend the Paris from the evil Hawkmoth. He then recalled that one time he and Marinette were practicing for the Ultimate Mecha Strike III tournament. It was the time she gave him her lucky bracelet, wasn't it? It was so long ago, yet the memory of that good day in his mind was fresh as ever.

"We are glad you stopped by," the couple beamed. It's pity their daughter wasn't at home. Or was it..? "Would you like something to eat?"

Exchanging somewhat sly glances of mischief, the parents lead Adrien to the living room. Sabine started preparing tea, while Tom was putting the freshly baked goods on the table in front of the boy. They couldn't explain why, but every time they saw Gabriel's son, they felt the urge to feed him something. And the happy face Adrien made after they did, was one of the best things in the world.

"Thank you, everything looks delicious!" the blond boy replied, taking a bit from the chocolate filled croissant. A pure delight made it's way on his face, as Adrien took in the flavor of the pastry. He always enjoyed the goods from Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, but the more he ate these pastries, the more he started to like them. Although he felt put on spot, as he sensed a very intense look of Marinette's parents looking at him. That's why he decided to break the awkward silence that was starting to form.

"So," he began after finishing yet another croissant. "Marinette is not home?" Adrien hoped he didn't come off as nosy. He briefly looked at the stairs, which led to the brunette's room. There's no way she would be there, right?

"She is out with Alya and Manon. I think she'll return soon." Sabine replied, as Tom glanced at the clock. It was starting to get late. What was taking her so long anyway?

Adrien felt his heartbeat quicken. Her mother's words didn't calm him as much as he thought they would. He isn't intruding, right? A part of him felt out of place, as much as he liked the Dupain-Chengs' company. He wondered if he was the only one who felt that way. Nevertheless, he also tried not to think about Marinette's reaction, when she will get home. He didn't see the girl in the park, so where could she and Alya have gone to?

Seeing the lost look in the blond's emerald eyes, Sabine gestured to her husband to change the subject and quick.

"Don't cat the wrong idea, Adrien. Help yourself to some biscats." Tom held his laughter from a genius pun he made. People with sense of humor are preferred, right?

Here's when all the building tension in Adrien snapped, as his pure laughter rang, sounding like a melody. A true perfection, indeed.

"He made pun! He made cat puns!" the more he gave it the thought, the funnier it got. Marinette's dad is awesome, he makes jokes and also likes to make puns, as it seemed. It couldn't be a coincidence. Why doesn't Marinette herself use them, when she has such a great pun-generator?

"Any minute meow! These taste supurrb!" It was the Chat Noir within him he couldn't help but make a pun back! Apparently, the boy wasn't the only one who found cat puns hilarious as a good laugh was heard from Tom.

"That's my boy!" He chuckled, wiping a tear from his face. The feeling (or must he say feline?) of "you are already part of the family, please, marry our daughter" has been growing with each passing second.

Now that the awkwardness and stiffness began to fade away, the trio continued a small pastry break.

"You must be very busy in your free time, I heard you also attend fencing and Chinese lessons." Cheng looked at the boy, who coyly nodded his head. Wang Cheng told her about Marinette's friend's good Chinese and how fluent Agreste is. She felt very proud of the boy and sympathy made its way to her heart. Gabriel was too harsh on his son, wasn't he?

"That's right. I also take basketball and piano courses, as well as karate." He replied calmly, taking a sip of the fruit tea.

"You are so talented!" Sabine exclaimed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

That's when Adrien's heart felt heavy. It was so confusing to hear genuine compliments from people he hardly knew and have them acknowledge his talents. Gabriel, his own father, on the other hand, has never even said anything about it or at least never noticed. Was Adrien only there to make a profit? That was a horrible thing to think about, but was the boy to blame? The lack of simply parental love has never been so noticeable. After his mother disappeared things have never been the same anyway…What's with this attitude?

"Thank you." He replied with a small smile. He had to keep his inner feelings inside or else he will be acting rude on his behalf.

"And how is the modeling going?" Tom asked, taking a bite from the cookie. Although he knew everything a little too well thanks to his daughter's constant squealing, as she was flipping through the pages of fashion magazines that had a bunch of pictures with Adrien. Tom and his wife had concerns about their child's obsession over Gabriel's only son. While it was cute, they were just looking out for her. Her crushing on him was too obvious for them to not notice. Most of the times they were respecting her privacy and tried their best to not bring up that topic too much. But they couldn't let the opportunity slip from their grasp when the said crush came to their house himself.

"It's going well, I guess." Agreste shrugged. His modeling career wasn't a very interesting thing for him to talk about. Although he was glad that his classmate's parents knew about it, making him feel proud and slightly less self-conscious. Believe it or not, he did have those times he was self-conscious about himself, letting his introverted side show.

"Marinette talks a lot about you," Sabine smiled, pouring Adrien another cup of tea. "She cherishes the bracelet you've gifted her." The proub mother mused, taking a seat next to the boy, whose eyes widened.

"Please, he is always on her mind!" Tom added, laughing, before feeling his wife's elbow on his arm.

"You can't have all the fun to yourself." Dupain gave her a look.

"Wait for your turn then." She smirked. It felt as though a little game of who can get the best reaction out of Adrien. They couldn't hide the fact that they wanted him to notice Marinette. And test if he had feelings for her. Poor Adrien didn't know what he signed for, the price he had to pay for his visit and the mouth-watering sweets he ate.

Meanwhile, the green-eyed boy nearly choked on his tea. He is always on her mind? That wasn't the first time he heard that same exact sentence from Marinette's parents. At first he thought they were just being polite and tried to keep up the conversation going, but now he didn't know what to think.

And she kept her bracelet, just as he did hers? It did surprisingly bring him luck whenever he needed it. That was so sweet of her!

"Marinette is very kind. I am glad she thinks of me as a good friend!" Agreste regained himself, questioning the look the adults gave him.

A good friend? Marinette thought of him as a good friend? Wow, how didn't he notice her crush being so obvious, it hurt? Could it be of his busy schedule?

"Well, girls do grow faster than boys." Sabine tried to find an explanation.

Though, they decided to let it pass, before they uncontrollably said the truth. Marinette must confess to him herself eventually.

"I was so surprised when-

Marinette's voice was heard, as she was slowly opening the door, her head turned to Alya.

Adrien gulped nervously, immediately shifting his gaze to the floor.

"Welcome home, darling," Sabine cheerfully said, thanking her child for the punctuation. "We have a guest."

The look on Marinette's face could be described as horror, in some way. She dropped her back on the floor as all the color drained from her face for a moment.

"Hello, Marinette!" Adrien's bright smile found its way on his lips again, as he waved at her, feeling Tom's strong hands on his shoulder.

"Manon, let's go upstairs," Alya broke the silence, taking the girl's hand. She kneeled down to pick up her clumsy friend's back, closing Marinette's mouth. Manon didn't have time to object, as the blogger rushed upstairs. As much as she wanted to stay, she had to prepare Marinette's room and hide as much of Adrien's posters and pictures as possible, in case of the model visiting the said room.

"Adrien, I-What are you doing here?" Marinette breathed out, covering her cheeks with her hands. Blushing furiously, she blinked rapidly her goofy wide smile present on her soft lips. She was sure her birthday had already passed, so what was the occasion of such a gift? Adrien Agreste himself, waiting for her at home with her parents and smiling so warmly? Today was certainly the best day!

Tom and Sabine excused themselves, as they walked to another room, leaving the flustered 'couple' alone.

"I just wanted to see you." He replied, scratching the back of his head. The words had a hard time forming and his voice also felt uncharacteristically quiet and low. His hands slightly sweating. Adrien found her expression adorable as-

Adorable? Since when he thought of her as adorable? A lot people and things are adorable: like cats, for example, right? He felt like a panicking mess. What was he doing here again? And why it was much warmer in the room right now?

"I-I see…" Marinette grinned. Such a shame Alya wasn't witnessing this.

"W-would like to go see my room?" Wait, that sounded wrong. "I mean! Um, would you like to go upstairs?" Last time she checked, she removed the majority of his pictures from her walls, hoping he would visit her someday. Who knew that day would be so soon.

"Sure, let's go." Adrien nodded, following Marinette. He had no idea what to talk about, but he knew that he wanted to talk to her. It could be anything, as long as Dupain-Cheng talked to him. He felt like he needed to catch up with her.

As the duo appeared in the room, Alya was telling a story to a half sleep Manon.

"- And then she broke the evil King's spell by the kiss. The Lady and the Prince lived happily ever after!" She concluded, fixing her glasses.

"By the way, Nadja called. She is already waiting to pick Manon." The ypung blogger replied, looking at her friends. Adrien was looking around the room, while Marinette watched him with complete adoration. These dorks needed to be together.

"So I will take this little troublemaker and go." Alya winked at Marinette, who returned back to her senses. "Don't take it too far, girl." Her friend whispered, before storming off closing the door. She is so sly, just like a fox!

"Alya!" Dupain-Cheng cried, blushing madly, causing into Adrien raising an eyebrow.

Now they were left alone, with no interruption. What new will Adrien's visit bring?