a/n: ok so this one is kind of ooc, but I imagine Marinette is freaking exhausted. XD She'll probably be freaking out later when Alya inevitably confronts her about it. After she gets some sleep, of course.

Lovesquare Fluff Week Day 2: Forehead kisses. / Adrienette

I want to skin Hawkmoth. I want to skin him alive and watch him bleed.

Normally, Marinette wouldn't think such violent, awful thoughts. She tried her very best to push them out of her head at first. Tried to put herself in a positive headspace. But it was so hard when she'd gotten all of two hours of sleep because of an akuma. She was too exhausted to play nice, even in her head.

She barely registered Alya when she chimed a good morning. Seriously, how did Alya do it? How could she pull an all-nighter and then be chirpy when school started? Marinette wasn't sure if she'd ever understand.

"Don't you look happy this morning," Alya teased when Marinette slumped into her seat with all the grace of a seven-year-old child. Her head immediately hit her desk, eyes closing on their own accord, peering at Alya out of the corner of her eye. Alya persisted, "Rough night? Did you stay up working on one of your designs?"

A noncommittal hum. "Something like that."

I swear, next time I see Hawkmoth, he'll wish he never messed with my sleep schedule.

She wondered if she could get away with napping. Would Ms Bustier be upset? Absolutely. But goodness, she did not want to be here. Was it too late to go phone her mama and tell her she didn't feel well? Would she believe her?

Then again, Marinette hated lying, especially if she didn't have to. And there was no use worrying her mama. Not to mention, she was most likely busy attending the bakery. Just because she was tired as heck didn't mean that she needed to skip school. No matter how much she wanted to.

Alya frowned, raising a critical brow at her. "Seriously, are you ok?"

"I'm so tired," she answered with a groan. "I'm ready for this day to be over."

Alya patted her shoulder sympathetically. "And it's only Monday."

"Ugh. Please don't remind me."

The morning inched by slowly after that. Marinette drifted in and out of a not-quite-asleep state, only to jolt up when Ms Bustier called on her. Her expression bled disapproval. But the sharpness in her gaze softened a little as she took in the bruise-like shadows under Marinette's eyes, and she said, "Are you alright, Marinette? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

Great. Just what she needed. Attention from the whole class.

"No, I'm fine," she answered, rubbing her eye. "I'm just tired. I'm sorry, Ms Bustier. It won't happen again."

Ms Bustier looked unconvinced but eventually nodded and continued with the lesson. Marinette did all she could to stay awake, but time was cruel to her. It passed achingly slowly, stretched out way too long.

And finally, finally, it was lunchtime. Marinette was very, very sure that she could not stand this anymore. Once she got home, she wasn't coming back. Superhero or not, Marinette needed some darn sleep.

"—sure you're ok, dude?"

Except this time, the question wasn't directed toward her. Nino was asking Adrien if he was ok.

Marinette blinked sleepily. It took an embarrassingly long time to finally locate the two; they were standing by the doorway, and Nino was holding Adrien's arm, all concern and unease.

"Yeah," Adrien replied, although it wasn't too convincing. "I just didn't sleep well, I guess."

"Hold on..." Alya was no longer next to her. She was making her way down the steps, eyeing Adrien suspiciously. "Are you flushed? You look flushed. You sure you don't feel sick?"

With a yawn, Marinette stood up. How she made it all the way over to them without tripping over her own two feet, she was not sure, but suddenly she was in front of Adrien, the back of her hand dusting against his cheek the way her mama always did when she was claimed she felt ill.

Stood on her tip-toes.

Pressed her lips to his forehead.

"What the heck?"

"Oh, my gosh. No way."

"M-Marinette?"

"Definitely feverish," Marinette concluded with a tired nod, yawning again. "You should get some rest. Let's go. Mama's soup is a cure-all for when I'm sick. I'm sure she won't mind cooking something up for you."

Adrien's cheeks darkened, although that could technically be blamed on the fever. "R-really, Marinette. I'm f—"

"Please," she begged with a hint of exasperation. "I am too tired to take no for an answer."

Honestly, Adrien was almost as bad as Chat Noir. Trying to play off feeling bad or sick when it was obvious he wasn't ok. It didn't help that he looked just as tired as she felt. They both needed some rest and Marinette wasn't in the mood to argue.

"Alright," he murmured reluctantly.

"Good."

Then they were heading out of the classroom. Down the hallway. Nino and Alya were right behind, with Alya making sure Marinette didn't fall down the stairs due to her fatigue (or clumsiness) and Nino making sure that Adrien didn't pass out.

She completely missed Nino's quiet whisper of, "Did that really just happen?"