Kinda Adrinette. Dedicated to Lairep who is a darling and needs all my love and support!
"Hey Marinette!" She ignored him, or rather, she didn't notice or hear Adrien enter the classroom. Alya elbowed her and she looked up, right into his green eyes.
"H-Hi Adrien!" She looked back to her sketchbook to avoid embarrassing herself, but she was also immersed in this sketch of Chat Noir. Adrien doesn't sit yet and instead watched her.
"Are you doodling Chat Noir?"
"Y-Yea. He seemed down lately, and I hoped to cheer him up." She dropped her pencil and covered her mouth, eyes wide. Did she give herself away? Adrien was just as shocked as she was and tried to help her cover up so Alya wouldn't get suspicious.
"How do you plan on giving it to him." She sighed in relief and sent him a thankful looking glance.
"I'm hoping to catch him after an Akuma or just, if he comes to the bakery." Not wishing to elaborate, she picked her pencil backup and continued with her sketch. She had many little designs of him.
"The one with the croissant is cute." Adrien found it was his favorite, a cute chibi version of himself with the pastry stuffed in his mouth.
"Thanks Adrien!" He sat down, and class soon started.
It wasn't till the end of school when he got a peek at her drawings again. She had drawn out a mini comic and he unfortunately recognized it from the time he made an awkward situation even more awkward. The baton incident he called it.
"What's that Pr- err, Marinette?" She startled easily and looked up at him with her big beautiful blue eyes.
"Oh, I'm just recreating a moment Chat and I shared one time. It was funny but awkward, he tried to be smooth and failed but I secretly liked it." She liked him when he was silly and awkward, why hadn't he noticed this more. He was about to sit next to her and watch her color when a honk distracted both, it was his driver.
"Well good luck, I hope you can give it to Chat Noir when you are finished."
"Thanks Adrien. Have fun at your Chinese lesson." She didn't look up and he almost inquired on how she knew but the horn honked again, and he hurried into the waiting car.
Marinette stretched later that night, she had just finished coloring all her sketches of Chat when she heard a knock on her window. She let him inside and handed him a plate of croissants.
"I made you something… I don't know if you will like it though."
"I'll love anything you give me, Princess." He set the plate down and took her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. "Show me."
She pulled the collection of papers from behind her back and gave them to him. He kept his tail around her, so she wouldn't shy away and began to look at them. He laughed at the ones she thought he would and her spirits lifted with his.
"These are amazing, Marinette! Even the baton incident one." She giggled with him.
"That one is my favorite too." He gave her a light kiss and tucked the art into his suit pocket.
"So, movie or outing?"
She moved away to grab her coat. "Outing. Remember that I get to pick."
"Anything for you, Princess."