Alya peeked into the empty den of the Dupain-Cheng home. In a tired panic, Marinette had rambled about forgetting her notebook at home and promptly passed out on her desk, making her messy hair fall out of the half attempted pigtails.

Being the good best friend she was, Alya decided to surprise and reassure her best friend by getting her notes.

And also kinda seeing what she may be hiding.

Ever since she met her, Marinette's been so ridiculously wary of having her go into the dark haired girl's room. The most Alya got on why was, "It's really messy!"

She could get that, most creative people were. Typically they called it a chaotic order or something like that.

But surely, her room wasn't that bad. Marinette can be quite organized when she put her mind to it. But Alya left it alone, guessing Mari was just insecure.

But she can't deny, she so damn curious about what her artistic friend had up there.

And then hearing Adrien being allowed up there, before her beat friend.

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't jealous.

And... petty curious.

She wanted to see that room, see what Marinette could be hiding.

It was a horrible move on her part but, she can't help herself.

She was going batty with curiosity!

Quickly she slipped in, heading to the stairs towards Marinette's room. Pausing for a moment under the trapdoor, she hesitated.

This was an invasion of privacy.

She really shouldn't.

Marinette would be so upset with her.

But, her evil curiosity whispered, she needed her notes.

Pushing her guilt away, Alya caved and pushed the trapdoor open, expecting a messy room. She found pink instead. Pink and order.

The amber eyed girl raised a rust colored brow.

This was messy?

Unless there was something else here...

Frowning, Alya slipped in, looking over everything. Marinette had what she called an artist's room. Visually interesting. Full of collectibles and some items she recognized that Marinette made.

Humming, she skimmed over the room, not seeing anything Marinette would want to keep secret.

It made no sense for her to keep Alya ou-

Alya blinks, eyes landing on a little fox... toy?

She picked it up, eyeing the purple eyes, the big toothy smile that promised mischief.

She liked it.

Felt liked it had spirit to it.

Setting it down, she turned her gaze to the notebook that Marinette left behind, the redhead picked it up and left, oblivious to the seven eyes following her.

Beea was the first to rise up. "Should we go after her?" she asked, "Marinette didn't tell us she was expecting company."

"There's nothing to worry about," Juuno reassures. "That was her friend, helping our child."

"That's good," Tikki bid. "I was worried too."

Juuno rounded on Vixx. She blinked innocently at him. "When I say hide, you hide! Don't sit where you are obviously seen!"

"Nothing happened though," Vixx said.

"That's not the point Vixx!" Juuno slumped with a sigh. "You're going to make my tail feathers fall out..."

Vixx giggled. "You don't know that for sure Juuni."

Juuno sighs. He was a tired god.

Don't know about you guys, but I adore the layout of Marinette's room. I want her room, with a balcony across Notre Dame, above a bakery with so many sweets, BIG WHITE CAT PILLOW PLUSH. I want it. If they start selling it I would buy it.