This was supposed to be disconnected one-shots, but I think we may have a plot starting to form. I'm going to be honest here; only doing Adrinette is so hard. I had so much trouble with this prompt because I kept thinking of cute Marichat situations. I might do the Marichat month one too, whenever that happens.

Day 2 - #MarinetteChallenge

Adrien counted himself lucky. His Chinese tutor had an emergency to take care of which meant he had a little more than an hour to get some studying done in the library. At least, he hoped he'd be able to study. He's noticed that just about every time he finally gets a spare moment, Hawkmoth decides to attack. Sometimes, Adrien wonders if Hawkmoth does it on purpose.

Adrien heads towards his preferred desk, hidden away in the far corner of the library. While Adrien enjoys the company of his friends, he's found it's difficult to pay attention to his studies when they're all chattering around him. If only the threat of being homeschooled wasn't over his head, he'd most definitely be goofing off a lot more. Oh, if only, Adrien muses as he rounds the corner.

"Ah!" He shouts, startling Marinette.

"Adrien! You scared me!" Marinette stood up just a little too fast and her chair toppled back into the bookshelf behind her. It teetered just a bit before Adrien reached out to steady it. Once he was sure that it was steady, he knelt down to help Marinette pick up a few books that had fallen in the commotion.

"Sorry," he said, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to, honest!"

"It's ok. I know you wouldn't do that," She chuckled. A few days had passed since Marinette came to school in Adrien's clothes—NOT his clothes, just a copy. If he went down that road in his head again, Plagg wouldn't let him live it down. "Were you looking for a, uh, study to place? I mean, place to study?"

He smiled. She was kind of adorable. "Yes, actually. My Chinese tutor gave me the day off, so I thought I'd get some studying done back here. But since you're already here, I can find a different—"

"No!" Marinette cut him off. "What I mean is, you can stay here. You know, if you want. There's room to make. I mean, I can make room."

He could feel his cheeks burn as she went to work on clearing a space. "Uh, thank you, Marinette."

She turned towards him and gave him her signature goofy grin, the one which he loved being the cause. "Not a problem! Anything for you," She flinched. "I mean, because we're friends and that's what friends do!"

He chuckled and set up his things in the space she made for him across from her. They studied together occasionally cracking jokes to each other at the expense of their reading assignment – he was especially pleased at her enjoyment of his incredibly well-crafted puns – before falling into a comfortable silence.

Adrien thought he caught her looking at him more than once, but he couldn't be sure. And he certainly wasn't sure why the thought of her staring at him caused his heart to race. For whatever reason, ever since she wore his clothes—clothes that looked like his – to school, he hadn't been able to get her off his mind. He had found her at the forefront of his daydreams multiple times this week. The daydreams that were usually Ladybug's real estate.

He didn't have time to dwell on that strange thought for very long, however. A loud snore shook him out of his reverie and he glanced up to find Marinette fast asleep on the book in front of her.

He couldn't help but smile. She looked so peaceful. He looked down at her delicate features. It wasn't everyday he was able to unabashedly admire his friends graceful beauty so he decided to relish this moment. Her eyes were closed and he felt a pang in his chest when he realized he missed those bluebell eyes on him. He didn't like how clammy his hands were starting to feel and pulled his gaze down further past her freckled nose. He had the urge to lean in and count them all out of curiosity. Then his treacherous eyes lingered just a bit too long on her lips: slightly parted, upturned just so, reflecting the fluorescents perfectly. He hadn't realized before that she wore lip gloss. He wondered if it was flavored; strawberry, vanilla, or maybe passionfruit, his favorite.

Another snore from the girl interrupted his thoughts, which he was very thankful for. If he had stared at her a moment longer, he may have forgotten how to breathe. He shrugs off his jacket in an effort to cool himself down. He wondered idly if the school had turned the heat on before catching Marinette shiver a little in her sleep.

He glanced down at her stuff and realized that she must have forgotten to bring her jacket.

At that moment, his phone buzzed in his pocket signaling the end of their impromptu study session and the arrival of his bodyguard. He sighed in disappointment. He found he really enjoyed spending time with Marinette.

"What's the matter, Sunshine?" Plagg whispers, poking his head out from his spot in Adrien's shirt pocket. "Got another lady-love?"

"It's not like that," He huffed, gathering up his stuff as quietly as possible. "She's just a…" He paused. The word friend didn't quite feel right.

"A friend? Yeah, right." Plagg scoffed. "You were studying her harder than you were that book, that's for sure."

"Stop it, Plagg," Adrien warned with a look. "Remember, I'm your camembert dealer."

That seemed to shut Plagg up.

Adrien moved around the table and gently placed his jacket over Marinette's shoulders. As he did, he leaned a bit too far over and caught a whiff of her shampoo. The scent flooded his Chat-enhanced senses. He caught citrus and hints of something else he couldn't quite place. He closed his eyes and leaned in closer to focus on nailing the exact fragrance. Rosemary? Sage? His body shuddered as he felt her hair tickle his chin. He was typically very accurate in picking out each hint in a parfum. He needed to figure out what was making him so distracted lately—

A bright flash of light sent him flying away from Marinette, nearly slamming into the bookshelf behind him. Catching his breath, he locked onto the source.

"Alya," he hissed, careful not to wake the napping designer. "What on earth are you doing?"

She shrugged and put her hands on her hips. "Well I was trying to get another pic for the Marinette Challenge. What are you doing?"

"I, uh," Adrien stammered, unable to meet her eyes. Why was he getting so flustered all of the sudden? "Nothing. I was actually just leaving. My bodyguard is outside."

Alya raised an eyebrow. Adrien winced. The look on her face was so cheeky. He knew he wasn't going to be able to just walk away without a slew of questions. Questions not even he knew the answer to.

"I just…" He sighed. Might as well come clean. "Her hair smells nice." His voice was so small, he could barely hear himself. Granted, his heart was pounding in his ears, so he wasn't entirely sure how loud he was.

Alya flashed him a knowing smile. "It's alright, Buttercup. Your secret's safe with me."

Adrien gave her a blank look. "My what?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "Whatever, go on, get outta here. I think I saw your car out front anyway."

"Okay, bye Alya. Tell Marinette I said goodbye, please."

"Oh, I'll tell her," She grinned. Adrien decided he didn't like that grin. It meant things and he wasn't quite sure what things it meant. But he knew he did not like it one bit.