Another long chapter, I think I might just really like getting into their heads? Another Adrien Adorkable Agreste POV for you all, enjoy I hope? And don't forget to review! It really gives me a confidence boost! For the reviewer who used the name invisibility, my I's are now all in caps like they should be, thank you! ~ Midnight
Adrien rolled over in bed with his pillow covering his head, golden hair spilling in every direction and the alarm beeping mutely at him in the distance muffled by the pillow. He was ignoring it in favor of a dream he wished to return to. One where Ladybug had agreed to a deal that if she was his Princess, Marinette, that she might reveal herself.
His princess. Good god it was such a ridiculously cliche nickname, how his brain had come up with that one... he liked it though. And although it had only been a dream really, he might just stick to using it as his own personal moniker for her. Should he ever meet her out of costume of course. He blushed, remembering how the dream ladybug teased him with the idea that he had already fallen for the girl.
That sassy, fierce fashion designer that had up until recently sat just one row behind him for months and not uttered more than a sentence in his direction.
It made him laugh now when he remembered how shy he thought she was. Regardless of when she had been trying to talk to him or not, she had always spoken her mind. Especially when Chloe was involved. Every bone in that girl was oozing attitude in different amounts really.
He chuckled, carelessly removing the pillow from his face and chucking it in the general direction of his alarm trying halfheartedly to shut it up. He'd always had to wake up early due to his life as a fashion model with his fathers different lines of products, so he had gotten into the ridiculous habit of waking up at 6am.
That didnt mean he liked it mind you. He was after all, a cat by nature, and therefore took any naps and rests that he could.
He needed all that he could get really, what with patrolling twice a week and night time akuma attacks. Had he seen anything on last nights patrol...? apart from a few couples taking a walk... a cyclist... some fish... he definitely met ladybug he thought because they normally do that...
Oh. Oh Jesus Christ.
The speed he sat up nearly snapped his neck, and Plagg, the poor Kwami had been curled up on his bare torso since he had rolled over and was unceremoniously flung across the bed with the speed.
"Oi! What the hell is wrong with you!?"
He could only sit there and stare at the black cat in front of him. Mouth bobbing open and shut like some sort of fish as he tried to comprehend the scenario that had happened last night. That had actually happened. Was not a dream. How could he forget THAT?
He had genuinely had a discussion with Ladybug about a developing crush he had, she had genuinely teased him about him already being in love, she had genuinely agreed to the terms of that deal.
He was tempted just to go around in suit calling everybody princess just in case she happened to be one of them, but he couldn't do that. The blush from earlier made its way back onto his face. He actually really did like Marinette. He couldn't pretend he didnt. Ladybug was absolutely right and he had fallen hard and fast for her in less time than it takes to fly to the other side of the world. He had gone from one love of his life to two in under 24 hours.
How does that even happen?!
"I take it yesterday is finally sinking through that thick skull of yours" The insult broke him out of his panic a bit, enough to frown and chuck a remaining pillow in his direction. Plagg simply whizzing into the air out of the way before it made contact. He was soon back in his dazed stupor though, going over everything in his head one, two, three times.
"Hey at least you chose a girl so similar to Ladybug anyway. No wonder you fell so fast"
Adrien groaned, falling back onto the bed with his arm resting over his eyes, keeping them shut to the reality of that statement as Plagg sniggered at him in the background. That probably was the reason he had so quickly become interested in Marinette, but her own fire was what fueled him to consider investigating further. He had discovered a whole new side to her and he just wanted to dive headfirst without taking a deep breath and didnt care if he drowned.
And that was so wildly new a feeling to experience outside of his mask that he had no idea what to make of it.
"I'm doomed..." He muttered this into the crook of his arm as he lay there for a few more minutes just listening to his alarm scream blue murder -no longer muffled by the pillow over his head- before finally sitting up and turning it off properly, sans pillow this time. Swinging his feet off of the bed and grabbing his clothes on the way to the bathroom adjoined to his room. Taking a short shower to freshen up and quickly brushing his teeth after dressing, he picked up his phone with one hand, lazily drying his hair with a towel in the other.
No new messages eh? Well he guessed it might take her a while to send him anything anyway, she had only just become comfortable enough around him after all. He still couldn't believe that was yesterday and not weeks ago. He smirked slightly, running a brush through his hair absentmindedly.
Its not like she was exactly a morning person anyway from what he could gather, she was almost always late for first class, and if she wasn't then she was normally half asleep anyway, he was thinking back to when she mentioned to him that all of her best designs were concocted at stupid-o'clock in the morning, if that was how she spends her nights no wonder she is so tired all the time.
Not that he was much better with his night time activities as he would often go out in full Chat gear even if just to get some fresh air.
But that was different. He still slept the rest of the time.
He glanced at the time wondering what time she usually woke up, well got out of bed anyway. His clock was still only saying 6:11am and school didnt start until 9 so he literally had over 2 hours to kill. He would forever curse his father for implementing his modelling schedule so regularly early in the morning, at least it had dropped off mostly now that he was actually attending school and not being home-schooled.
It made him much happier really, yes he loved modelling but it could be so damn exhausting. Pose this way, pose that way. Think of your mother giving you spaghetti. He'd nearly punched the guy at his last shoot when he had said that, did the man not keep up with the news? His mother was long gone.
He sighed, flopping down into the office chair in front of his various computer screens, switching the on button and waiting for his desktop to load. He might as well try the Ladyblog, Alya was known to add things to it at the most random of times. Like live-blogging her own kidnapping for example. Whilst extremely helpful to Chat Noir and Ladybug at the time was not the best idea on her part. He logged in not even needing to think about the password because he did this so often and once it had loaded immediately started scrolling.
Disappointment was all that awaited though, from a post made sometime yesterday it appeared that Alya had been grounded for the moment following a detention in school, her mum had apparently allowed her this one communication with her blog before turning off the WiFi in the house and taking away her phone. He laughed as he read that she had managed a few quickfire texts beforehand though and would be back up and running in a few days, he guessed the texts would be for Marinette. After all he and the little lady were the reason behind her detention.
Marinette, he returned to an earlier thought, expanding on it. He wondered what time she normally started out towards school. She did live virtually next to it anyway so it couldn't be too early, and her zombie state as she enters school occasionally.
Although from what he gathered from conversations he had heard in the past, the mornings when it looks like she hasn't slept for weeks are normally just after Ladybug and Chat Noir had shown up to fight an akuma and the Ladyblog explodes. The rest of the time she arrived just before class. Marinette had told him how Alya had kept her awake for over 9 hours yesterday morning and he wondered if that was the overwhelming reason.
Thinking about it, she would probably be up a little earlier to help in the bakery. Any sort of baking and food preparation takes time and its normally better to do it before customers arrive, he wondered if she would be awake right now...? He glanced at the clock again. 6:18am. It had literally only been 7 minutes. He groaned loudly, slumping down into the chair as far as he could without falling off of it.
After slouching there for a moment, thinking about what he could do, a small impish grin spread across his face. Maybe he should go and find out if she was awake for himself? He could just tell the driver that he would be walking to school today under the pretense that his father had decided he should increase his exercise regime -as if basketball and fencing were not enough- It wasn't unheard of and it wasn't like his father would actually check up on it. It was brilliant.
With that decided he damn near sprang out of his chair, sending it rolling away a bit, before grabbing his bag and Kwami and setting off. Plagg was none too pleased to be grabbed out of mid air and shoved in a tight space but a tiny piece of Camembert placated him just enough to stop his complaining.
He paused by his bedroom door to pick up the scarf, the beautiful scarf that sweet Marinette had made just for him, putting it on and deeply inhaling the cinnamon vanilla scent just as he had done for months now. It had always smelled heavenly and now that he knew why and who also smelled that way it made him blush.
He couldn't believe he had garnered such a liking to her in such a short period of time. Was he really so fickle? He shook his head, clearing the thought. No. It was her extreme similarities to his first love Ladybug that had accelerated his feelings towards the girl, and she was incredibly interesting in his own right. Even his father had complimented her before on her work so he just knew that she was impressive to not only him.
The thought flitted through his brain that because of this, if he did decide to ask Marinette out, maybe his father might actually somewhat approve? He never approved of anything Adrien did but maybe this new and talented designer could win over the icy heart of his father? He sighed, there were a multitude of problems here. He began listing them off in his head as he walked down the stairs.
First things first, his father was so cold that nothing short of dropping him in a volcano would get him to show emotion or gain any sort of reaction. Adrien walked past Natalie's office careful not to make too much noise, giving her a small wave before continuing to the foyer.
Secondly, he was definitely sure that he had no right to fall for Marinette so quickly, and he was sure she would not be best pleased with yet another change in the dynamic between them so soon after the first one. He pushed open the door and left the house stopping by the garage as he went making his excuses to the driver before setting off in the direction of the bakery.
Thirdly, he wasn't sure he actually wanted a relationship with Marinette anyway because of his conflicted feelings between her and Ladybug. He knew that Marinette would be the logical choice because there was no lies or secrets there, hell he'd even reveal himself if he needed to, and he could always be with her at school and at home... But ladybug was still his first love, and he wanted all of that with her too. He knew that the likelihood of her revealing her identity to him was slim from the get go and without knowing who she was he couldn't put himself in the position to date her if she accepted him.
It was all a complicated mess.
He shoved his hands in his pockets in a huff, frowning down at the pavement for a minute as he wove his way around buildings and roads towards the best bakery in Paris, and her home. Marinette lived atop the most perfect pastry in France. She was a precious cupcake. He snorted very inelegantly at that thought, god he spent way too much time on the internet. As long as he didnt call her a cinnamon roll to her face he figured he would be alright. No need for her to know just exactly how dorky he really was.
It was her window he saw first actually because he had started watching the clouds as he cheered himself. A small round pane of glass between her and rest rest of the world that seemed to be slightly ajar. Maybe she was awake then? He glanced down at his watch, It had taken him about 15 minutes to walk there so it was about 25 minutes to 7 now. Her house and the school really weren't that far away from his house. He grinned spotting her father through the window of the shop preparing to open up soon, and by the time he had made his way to the front of the store Mr Dupain-Cheng was opening it to take the display signs out front. He stopped short for a second, momentarily terrified that this father would be like his own, but he had already been noticed.
"Good morning young man, How can I help?" The large man was towering over him, something in his expression registering to Adrien as amused recognition. Well he was plastered all over Paris so maybe that was it. He smiled, mentally scolding himself. This man had raised the most selfless girl in the god damn world, of course he was going to be kind. He turned his most dashing smile towards the man before responding.
"Good morning, my name is Adrien i'm actually a friend of Marinettes from school...?" He paused briefly wandering how to continue his words but was stopped before he could continue by a raised hand and an amused smile. Really why did the man find his presence here so funny. Did he not brush his hair properly this morning...? Did he have toothpaste on his shirt?
"I know who you are, Adrien Agreste correct?" Adrien nodded gazing up at the man curious as to were this was going. "She had mentioned she befriended you at dinner, did you want to come in? we aren't actually open until 7 but its always a pleasure to have Mari's friends visit" Adrien nodded with a small smile, storing the nickname Mari away for later use and scolding himself for earlier thinking this man might be anything less than the gentle person that his daughter more often than not was. Mr Dupain-Cheng gestured for him to follow, allowing Adrien into the shop and locking the door behind him so that no wayward civilians could come wondering in. He didnt know when he had started thinking of the general populace as civilians. Perhaps when he sprouted ears and a tail for the first time.
They walked through the bakery section to a set of blue stairs at the back of the store and he followed the huge man up them, taking in his surroundings as he went. Baby photos and personal achievements adorning the walls, one particular photo of possibly a three year old Marinette in a pretty pink princess dress made him chuckle a bit. Maybe princess was the right code-name to choose for her after all.
They continued up the stairs and passed a lovely little living room and kitchen and he had to suppress a smirk. It looked like the whole house might be decorated in the same sort of pink Marinette wore, he had no idea why that thought was so funny to him. His eyes lingered just a little longer than necessary on the sofa briefly imagining curling up on it and watching the TV after a long day before heading to bed. He kicked that thought out of his head fairly snappish, like that was going to happen. He paused ready to sit and wait for Marinette to come down and meet him there.
He was slightly confused when Mr. Dupain-Cheng just continued past the room to another set of steps leading up to the next floor, indicating that he should follow. But past that momentary confusion he mentally shrugged, he must have been taking him up to her room. They climbed once again, walking past what he assumed to be her parents bedroom and towards a final set of steps leading up towards a door... or hatch? in the ceiling. He furrowed his brow, looking up towards the humongous man who laughed resting a hand on his shoulder and spoke fairly quietly.
"This is her bedroom door, it was after all originally a loft conversion. And she has been awake for a little while now because I have a large order of cinnamon buns that need to be delivered today, which she helped with" He smiled, turning his head towards the... door, and removed his hand from his shoulder. Adrien wasn't sure why he had spoken in such low tones during his explanation, but his voice had risen now as he called through to her on the other side of it.
"Marinette? Your friend is here to see you!" He waited for a few seconds, sure that she hadn't heard her father when a muffled reply came from the other side.
"Send her up dad! My hands are just a bit full right now!" Her? Did she think it was Alya coming to see her? It wasn't very likely considering that she was grounded but maybe Marinette didnt read the lady-blog yet. He knew she read it because she always supported Alya in what she did. He opened his mouth to correct the miscommunication but was shushed by her father who shook his head attempting to hide what Adrien deemed to be a rather suspect grin. He obviously wanted this to be a surprise. He nodded.
"Thank you Mr Dupain-Cheng" The man chuckled, making his way back towards the stairs.
"Call me Tom" And that was it, he was gone and Adrien turned back to the door leading to his princesses bedroom and swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. Well, here goes nothing. He climbed the small set of steps and reached out to grab the handle, pushing up and letting the door drop to the floor on the other side, climbing the remaining distance into her room.
Marinette was near the back of the room with her own back turned towards him working on what seemed to be two mannequins of different sizes, he smirked and almost laughed out loud when he saw what was on them. Ladybug and Chat Noir casual outfits. She was taking his comment about the two of them trying them on and running with it, honestly he couldn't be more pleased. He stood there for a moment whilst she finished what she was doing and watched with hilarity as she turned around, already talking.
"Alya I know I haven't texted you back and im sorry but I was a bit busy and I had no idea what to tell you an-" He actually did laugh when he saw the exact moment she registered who she was actually talking to. Her eyes went so comically wide and she made the most ridiculous sounding squeal.
"A-Adrien! I thought.. I mean I, wait, what are you doing here?!" aah it was like a flash back to when she couldn't even talk to him. He did have to admit that this side of her was adorable as well, the side that didnt seem to know what to say to him at all. He smiled half with humor and the other half vaguely apologetic before responding, no way was he gonna admit that he had been thinking about her so much that he had decided coming to see if she was awake in person was the best idea. She didnt need to know that.
"Do I need a reason to come and see you My lady?" She had regained her composure now, straightening up and rolling her eyes at her newly acquired nickname. He was used to that response from Ladybug also, although Marinettes carried the faint trail of a blush and a slight nervousness as he watched her glance over towards the desk for the minutest of seconds. He followed where her eyes had landed in that moment and the grin that split his face when he saw what was there would have made angels swoon.
"Although it seems you don't need me actually here to see me yourself" He chuckled as her eyes went comically wide and she resorted to the beautiful attempt at trying to get her mouth to work, bobbing open like a fish. Over on the wall above her desk appeared to be what looked like about ten or eleven of his modelling photos from recent shoots in various places.
Maybe she liked him more than he had originally realized, he turned his eyes back to her. Beetroot red and pouting. She was trying her best to explain their presence in the room as he watched with ever growing amusement. This was why Mr Du- Why Tom had been so amused when he recognized him, he must know the pictures were there and decided in his right as a father to embarrass her a little bit. Maybe the man wasn't so kind and innocent as he thought before.
"I er... I hope to be a fashion designer when im older?... so um... I... they are good pose references?" He could have snorted, even from just hearing her talk in class he had realized how bad Marinette was at lying to literally anybody. Her soul is too pure to string any sort of lie together decently and with a good back up plan. He understood somewhat the model excuse, as he used a fair few poses to model the clothes his father had forced him into, but if that was the only reason then she would have more models than just him up there. Maybe he could play along with it though...? He wondered...
"Well if you need, I would be pawsitively delighted to provide the poses myself, how about I start with this?" He gestured to the mostly finished Chat Noir casual outfit smugly, he knew it would look good because her designs were amazing, and he could recognize them from the sketch he had seen the previous day. He could see from its size and shape that she had been working off of a mannequin around the same height and build as he was.
It was a fairly simple design that was intended to look like the kind of smart casual clothes that tended to be popular these days, it was predominately black and consisted of a pair of black skinny jeans that were to be held up by a slightly longer belt than would normally be worn, accompanied by a pitch black tailored dress shirt and a waistcoat with golden buttons down the front lined with a bright harlequin green on the inside. That same green color adorned the tie that appeared to be loosely tied around the neck of the mannequin, offsetting all the black just enough so that it lifted the design.
It was the least complicated of all of her designs that he had seen for style, yet he could see in the way she had stitched the fabric that it was the most technically challenging and it was definitely the most striking of the lot.
He had to admit in being extremely impressed, he had seen some fashion designers work for days just to put together a simple waistcoat and she had either been working on this one for a little while, or had raced through it with such dexterity and skill that she produced a much better product than those he had seen over night.
He turned his eyes back towards her, yet again she had taken him by surprise, she would always surprise him it seemed and he hoped that never stopped.
He approached the design, running his hand along the seams and inspecting the joins in the fabric, smiling to himself as he did so and silently admiring every single thing about it. The different materials used were soft to the touch and light weight also, not like the suits he was used to wearing where one quick movement would be their grizzly end.
A glance to the right showed that the ladybug equivalent was actually only somewhere near completion, pins still dotted the outfit and none of the stitching had been put in to place, he would reserve his judgement on that one until it was finished even if he knew without a doubt that it would be amazing. He turned his eyes back towards her where she was still recovering from the embarrassment he had inflicted on the poor girl, the pretty princess looked like a dear caught in the headlights a minute ago and now she just looked downright mortified.
She had obviously realized that her lie was not very effective and he decided to put her out of her misery, give her something else to talk about.
"So how long did it take you make this then? Its amazing!" A blush spread across her cheeks faintly and his eyes narrowed, surely she hadn't actually only started this yesterday and worked all night like her father had said.
"Please say you actually got some sleep like I suggested yesterday" The blush deepened and she started toeing the ground, avoiding his gaze and looking over on the desk at what he assumed to be yesterdays homework that appeared to be untouched.
"I couldn't get to sleep last night because after- I had some stuff to think about and I kind of... thought it would be the best time to start? keep my mind off of stuff you know" She rubbed the back of her head, embarrassed. "I hadn't really realized how long i'd been doing it until Dad came upstairs looking for help with a baking order..." He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose like some long suffering housewife does toward a workaholic husband. And it definitely felt that way right this very second despite the very short time they had been well acquainted, does this girl think about her health in any sense? He heard a snort from her direction and opened his eyes to find her covering her mouth with her hand, previous embarrassment gone with the wind.
"God you look so done with me, you'd think I did this to you all the time" At this she couldn't seem to help but start laughing properly, actual tears were forming in her eyes and he just stood there waiting for her to get herself together enough to continue her sentence. It took her a minute, it was exactly like yesterday when she had burst out laughing in his arms. Lord he'd give anything to get her back in that sort of a position of her own free will. Eventually she did stop laughing, wiping a watery eye with one finger and smiling.
"Sorry this just really seems surreal to me. All of this. Adrien Agreste is in my bedroom looking like a harried housewife and scrutinizing my designs. It's a lot to take in" Her hand was almost immediately covering her mouth again as if she really hadn't meant to say it and now it was his turn to laugh, soon setting her off again and they ended up sitting on the chaise lounge next to each other just giggling away. she really couldn't get over him being here? Well he himself had no idea what had started it so it wasn't a stretch to imagine her feelings on the situation.
After a minute or so he flopped down, stretching out behind where she was sitting on the edge of the incredibly stupidly comfortable piece of furniture. All of the tension, surprise and embarrassment that had been floating around since he entered the room was gone in an instant and they were back to being so relaxed around each other that you could have sworn that they had been friends for years.
He closed his eyes once again, bringing his hands up behind his head to rest on them and snuggling into the pillow there getting as comfortable as he could. He did this sort of thinga lot and was almost certain it was a lasting effect of his more feline qualities, comfortable places are to be occupied and slept on no matter when and where they were. He yawned a bit, but was actually staying awake even if just through sheer determination. He didnt reopen his eyes again though, too much hassle.
"Honestly though Marinette do you ever sleep?" He could hear her huff once again in indignation and felt her prod him in the side, he had to massively resist the urge to purr. Adrien could almost imagine her in front of him crossing her arms with a frown as if offended, the image changed for a second as the same passed through his memory banks, this time covered in red with black spots. Same position and petite frown. He frowned slightly and decided to ignore the similarity, it would do him no good to keep comparing the two of them.
"Like you can talk Mr 'I've only just arrived and i'm already half asleep on her furniture', do you ever do anything but sleep? I've seen you take short naps in class, you can't fool me" He chuckled, lazily opening one eye to take her in, smugly registering that she was sitting in exactly the pose he had imagined.
"Well one of us obviously has to, I'm sleeping enough for the both of us" She rolled her eyes, giving him a light shove playfully, he opened the other eye and raised an eyebrow at her. A silent challenge. What are you gonna do about it princess? After she obviously decided she was doing nothing he changed tactic. Stretching languidly and returning to a sitting position he glanced over to the design and then back to Marinette, he brought forward an grin that sent a light blush settling over her cheeks again.
"So seeing as you spent all night on this design, is it ready for wearing yet?" She seemed to splutter for a seconds, taken aback by his sudden topic change before carefully considering the design herself as if assessing for any sort of mistakes or adjustments to be made. After a moment she seemed to nod slightly, glancing back at him.
"It is actually, as you can see the Ladybug one isnt really ready for much, but Chat is definitely ready and waiting" He nodded, he had made the same assessment himself earlier about the Ladybug outfit, it would be a while before he saw her wearing that. His grin worked its way into a smirk moving onto the second part of his question.
"Can I try it on now then?" This really did make her lose it, she actually fell off of the chaise lounge in shock and he had to reach forward and grab her before she hit the floor and pulled her back up again, holding her steady against him for the second time in two days until she seemed to regain her brain. He was softly laughing the whole time.
"Don't panic im not going to strip in front of you or anything, I can change in the bathroom, but I do really want to try it on My Lady" She considered him for a moment, a variety of emotions flickering over her face and he somehow got the impression that she wouldn't have minded where he got changed. He could also see her giving him a quick once over, a look he'd seen many a designer give him in the past when sizing his frame and build up. She nodded, disentangling herself from his arm where he kept it steadying her and walking over to the cupboard, pulling out a pair of black boots his sort of size with silvery gunmetal toe covers on them. He raised his eyebrow again, she really was prepared wasn't she?
"I suppose that you really should Kitty cat, seeing as I made it at your behest after all, even if you were joking or anything at the time" She walked over to him depositing the shoes on his lap before turning around to go over and do the same for the clothes. He lifted them up and turned them over, sure enough there was a paw print shaped sole just like his Chat Noir costume
"And ive had those shoes for a while thinking I could change them for a design, its not too difficult to alter a shoe" Adrien had seen millions of designers cower at the idea. It was plenty difficult to alter a shoe that quickly, just not for her apparently. No wonder she already had them floating about. She was blushing like mad by the time she returned to him with the clothes and pointed in the direction of the hatch.
"The bathroom is just past the bottom of the stairs to my bedroom door, go before I decide you don't get to try them on at all"
He laughed again, quickly standing and heading in the direction indicated before she could get all embarrassed again and rescind his model rights, the last he saw of her descending the steps was her flushed face and he could tell by her expression that she regretted it already. He wore a self-satisfied grin all the way to the bathroom which was as indicated and locked the door. He swept his eyes across the modest bathroom, noting the differences to his own back at the mansion. Obviously it was going to be different as this was just a small house compared to the sprawling house he lived in. House because after his mother was gone it would never again feel like home.
No. This felt like home. It was warm, cozy, friendly and he felt safe here. Not in the tiny bathroom but in the whole building. It was permeated with familial love and unconditional acceptance that he had missed as a child and now as well.
He wasn't bombarded with a camera to his face before he entered but met with such wonderful and delicious smells that he was left reeling. He didnt have a terse exchange with a disinterested father about his day or, slightly better, a mildly uninterested Natalie. The living room was small and comfortable, not miles of tile with a sterile feel to it, and everything in the house screamed personal. He would have loved to have been born in this little family instead. He smiled sadly to himself, no, if he had then he would not have felt this way for Marinette. And as brief as it had been, he couldn't imagine what that would be like.
Maybe he should marry into it instead.
He sighed, turning his attention away from lonely thoughts and a teasing but impossible future of a wife that never slept and fresh baking every morning back to the clothes in his hands. Adrien still couldn't believe that his princess had put them together so fast and with such quality. His hands found a small raised section of embroidery on each garment as he ran his fingers over them. Marinette. That small signature that adorned all of his favorite clothing items. Scarf. Hat (Even if he couldn't wear it due to allergies). And now these. It was a shame he couldn't put the whole lot together as an outfit. The colors wouldn't match and he'd be sneezing 100% of the time.
Placing the clothes on a small shelf next to him he started taking his own clothes off, noticing how he always did in the mirror the millions of tiny scars that he had accumulated over the last few months. He was sure that they were so obvious the first time he had seen them, how could nobody noticed all of those silvery lines, but he quickly learnt that he must only be able to pinpoint them because he knew they were there. Proof of his battles alongside his first lady. He had pointed one out on his hand to Nino a little while ago and the boy had only just been able to see the thing.
He shook his head, he really shouldn't have a problem with the fact that nobody else noticed them. The longer they were kept a secret from his father, the longer he could continue being free. He had no doubt that Gabriel Agreste would be able to cease any sort of cat related activity no matter whether directly or indirectly.
Once he was standing in his boxers and socks -the boxers had print saying 'Cats are in right meow' right across his backside- he turned to the pile of clothing. Time to see if it would fit. . He had his suspicions about it, but he was betting they would fit him very well, and he was right. Finishing dressing and patting himself down, every single piece of cloth fitted in the right place, every item was comfortable, perfection. It was like she had taken a million and one measurements before making it, exact to his body. Tailored simply for him.
A perfect fit made by the perfect designer, the perfect girl that accepted him even when he was acting like a complete dork, not the pristine son of a fashion mogul.
And right then, right there. That was when he decided that he wanted in. He wanted to stay.
The stray cat had found himself a home.
Oh dear Marinette, you've been cat chosen.
The cat chooses the owner, miss Dupain-Cheng.
And it is just beginning.
Sorry for how long it took me to get the chapter up, im feeling better now but I am still having trouble with thinking so please forgive me! ~Midnight