"I swear, Adrien, you frickin' blue shell me, I am going to kick you out of my house right now."

The young man sitting beside her just laughed. "It's not like I have the option of who to blue shell, though."

"You have the option to not blue shell me in the first place."

"Yeah, but what's the fun in that?"

"Adrien Agreste," Marinette growled.

He shot her a smug grin. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette huffed. To say this was out of the ordinary for her to sass a supermodel would be a lie. She'd met the man beside her a couple years ago when her best friend happened to start going out with his best friend. And then game nights between the four of them began to transpire every once in a while. And then once a month. And now about once week. However, there were times Alya and Nino, due to their schedules, wanted to ditch game nights so they could actually have a date night that week.

Just as they had done tonight.

And that was all right by Marinette and Adrien. Because they had become plenty close over the past couple years and had learned to enjoy solo game nights without the lovey-dovey couple getting all lovey-dovey on them.

"I am not kidding." Marinette warned.

"I'd love to see you try."

"To kick you out?"

"Yeah."

"I will."

"Uh-huh."

"Don't underestimate me. I'm stronger than I look."

"I'm not. I've seen you lift flour bags. I know full well what you're capable of."

"Therefore, you know better than to use that blue shell on me."

Marinette snuck a glance at Adrien, who was wearing a smile that she Did. Not. Like. It was that smile that always meant trouble yet caused her heart to flutter. It was not fair that he looked extra attractive wearing that grin. Being a fashion designer, she'd seen her fair share of models. She hardly cared for them beyond being able to display her creations. Attractive men who constantly made passes at her while she fitted them with clothes were a dime a dozen.

However, the model next to her with his tongue slightly sticking out while his brows furrowed deeply in concentration could not be so easily tossed under that blanket statement, even if he had jokingly made passes at her while she tailored his outfits. Honestly, she found herself wishing more often than not that he'd meant them despite knowing he hadn't.

"Well…" he said, shooting her a quick wink before turning back to the screen, "knowing and doing are two different things."

"Adrien Agreste."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Don't even think about it."

"About pressing this button?"

"Yes."

He moved his finger.

"Don't you dare."

"Oops."

"Screw you!"

Marinette watched as the blue shell flew through the course and struck her, causing her cart to explode right before the finish line. Before her cart could even fully recover, she watched as Adrien's cart zipped past her across the finish line.

"Winner!" he shouted, tossing his hands in the air while wearing a beaming smile.

"You mangy—"

"Hey hey, be nice."

"Nice?!"

"Yeah." He shot her a smile that did not under any circumstances cause the butterflies in her stomach to swirl. "It's not becoming to be a sore loser."

Marinette sputtered. "It is when you're a cheater!"

"How'd I cheat? I merely used what the game gave me."

"You strategically planned to screw me over."

"But but but…" he began with a pout. "That's kinda the point of Mario Cart."

She let loose a growl before turning away from him. "Honestly, you're such a piece of work."

"Yeah, but you love me."

The words were said in jest. Marinette knew this. Her heart could not take it in jest. Not when she had developed a healthy crush on the man who was now behind her.

"Mari?"

Adrien's concerned voice floated towards her, and her anger was already fading. She couldn't stay mad at him, even if he did win this game five times in a row. She wasn't a sore loser, but she also knew she was better than this.

"Maaaaariiiiii."

His voice now resonated right by her ear. She could feel the couch cushion sink under his weight as he crawled across the couch to now be right behind her.

"Get lost. I'm sulking," she snarked, turning her face away from him in hopes to hide the smile growing on her face.

"Oh, are we now?"

"We are," she resolutely returned.

"Oh."

There was a pause, and Marinette felt the cushion under her return to normal as Adrein shifted off the couch entirely.

"Well," Adrien said, rounding the arm rest to place himself right before her. She had to cover her mouth in hopes of hiding her grin just a little while longer. "I do know one way to get you to stop sulking."

Marinette froze for a second, hand falling away from her face—her smile was long gone now—as she looked towards Adrien.

He was grinning.

She began panicking.

"You wouldn't."

His smile only grew in responce.

He would.

In a flash, Marinette spun around, planning to bolt off the couch and out of his reach.

Unfortunately, she was not fast enough to escape. And she squealed as he began his attack.

His tickle attack, that is.

"Adrien!" she shrieked, collapsing onto the couch in a fit of laughter. She tried to wiggle away from him, but it was no use. He had crawled over the arm of the couch and was now hovering over her. "Stop."

"Never!" he cried, wrapping his arms fully around her to hold her close as his assault on her sides continued.

Marinette let out another shriek, laughing so hard tears were forming in her eyes as she tried to wiggle her way out of Adrien's grasp. He was now laughing along with her as he pinned her fully beneath him to the couch, his arms around her waist that held her tightly enough to continue tickling her sides. "Give up," he cried, giggling all the while.

"I give!" Marinette screamed, still laughing as her back arched and hands pushed against his shoulders in an unfortunately futile attempt to escape his grasp. "I give! I surrender! Please."

He held his hands still, though his fingers still lingered on her exposed skin right between her pants and where her shirt had ridden up on her hips. He propped himself up best he could and pulled her back towards him, close enough for his face to hover right above hers. "No more pouty Mari!"

"Yes, yes! Okay. You win. Stop!"

With that, he fully halted his attack, allowing Marinette a moment to breathe. Wide smile still lingering on her face, she let her eyes shut as she took heaving gulps of air that she wasn't able to get during her tickle-induced laughing attack.

Faintly, she became aware of Adrien also breathing heavily, a short chuckle escaping him here and there. "Hey."

She opened her eyes, only to come face to face with Adrien. "What?"

"I didn't go too overboard, did I?"

With a heavy sigh, she let her eyes drift closed for a moment before shaking her head. "No. No more than usual."

"Good," he huffed, clearly relieved.

While the two were coming down from their giggle fit high, Marinette became increasingly aware of their very precarious position. At the moment, she was pinned to the couch, a fact she had already been aware of, but not to this extent. Adrien's face was barely hovering above hers, looking every bit as handsome as he possibly could be while he laid on top of her, their legs intertwined and his arms fencing her in.

She felt all her blood rush to her cheeks that moment. It wasn't fair. He shouldn't be able to have this affect on her. He was a model like any one of the dozens she was frequently surrounded with.

But he was also her friend. And a huge dork. And great at video games. And skilled both in the art of cheering her up and melting her heart. And and and…

And it just wasn't fair how badly she'd fallen for him. Or how badly she wanted to kiss him right now.

"Adrien."

"Hmm?"

"What… what if…"

She bit her lip. Just what did she think she was doing right now?

"What if I told you you did go overboard? What would you be willing to do to pay me back for it?"

He paused, distress slowly beginning to shadow his pretty features. "Anything."

"Anything?"

"I have Nino, who's my best bro. But beyond that, the person I'm closest to… is you," he quietly admitted. "I'd do whatever it took to make it up to you."

"Really?"

"Really."

Her heart was racing as she looked at the handsome man before her, the one she'd come to care for deeply and sincerely. She knew better than to take advantage of this situation. She knew better than to be manipulative like this. And yet, as Marinette looked at him, she also wasn't sure she cared. "Then, close your eyes."

Without hesitating, he did just that.

It wasn't lost on Marinette the amount of trust he put into her. He was the kind that asked "how high" when asked to jump, but only for a select few people. Everyone else could take a long walk off a short pier for all he cared.

It made her realize once again just how precious that trust in her was.

Which made her rethink what she was about to do.

Ultimately, she shoved doubt aside as she raised her hands to cradle his cheeks, and he sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. They were soft to the touch yet very well defined. He was so handsome. A model through and through.

And maybe, she should stop saying such things, because what did it matter that he was a model. That was the one thing she could care less about when it came to him. Not when he had so many other qualities that shone far brighter.

Slowly, she started pulling him closer. And he came willingly. Yet, at the last moment, she froze.

In the end, she couldn't go through with it.

"Adrien."

"Please tell me you're going to kiss me."

She gasped quietly, unsure how to proceed or even answer that question. "I…" Words choked up in her throat. "I… wanted to."

"Wanted to?" Adrien asked, eyes cracking open to match hers.

Her hands fell from his cheeks, curling together on her collarbone. She glanced away shyly. "I don't… can't take advantage of you."

His hand reached up to brush aside her hair before cradling the back of her neck, bringing her attention back to his soft and sweet smile. "You're not," he gently assured. "Not by a long shot."

"Then…" Marinette once again reached up to cradle his cheeks, and Adrien took that as his cue to pull her close and kiss her.

It was a single kiss, one that was a firm, lingering press of their lips together.

And in that moment, Marinette knew this was game over for her and her heart. Adrien had won again. But this time, she hardly minded.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," Adrien whispered. "But… seems like you were braver than I was. It never felt like the right time, and I was too chicken to push my luck when I knew I could end up losing you."

Words now completely failed Marinette. What was she supposed to say to that? How was she supposed to respond? "I… get… how you feel."

Above her, Adrien's loving smile grew. "So, does this mean I can press my luck and get a favorable answer when I ask if you'd be my girl?"

Marinette was quick to nod. "Yes."

Adrien visibly relaxed, faint blush growing on his own cheeks. "I'm… really glad to hear that."

A short silence passed between them.

"Second question."

"Yeah?" Marinette whispered, her heart already over the moon and head completely in the clouds.

"If I asked to kiss you again," Adrien said, leaning closer. "Would that answer be a yes?"

Those words wracked around in her mind for two seconds before short-circuiting everything. Forget speech, because that had become physically impossible, Marinette just grabbed his cheeks again.

Right before she could pull him down to grant his request, she could hear him chuckle softly. "I like that answer," he whispered. "But…"

His lips brushed against hers as his voice got low and so quiet she could barely pick up on the words that fully destroyed her. "I like you even more."