"Is that my shirt?"
Adrien spun around guiltily, and tugged at the bottom hem of his stolen shirt. "Uhâmaybe?"
"It's ok, Adrien," she giggled, balancing her tray of snacks as she came up the stairs into her room. "I don't mind."
He looked down at the bright red Ladybug symbol blazoned over the front of the black shirt, and then back up at her face. "Are you sure? I should have asked."
"I'm sure," she said firmly, setting the tray on her desk. "It's pretty much an unwritten rule that you have to raid your friend's closet at sleepovers, anyway."
He arched a brow, clearly skeptical. "Not at any sleepover I've ever been to."
"Clearly, you've never been to a sleepover with a girl before," she quipped, bending to her computer to bring up their chosen movie.
He scoffed. "I'm not even supposed to be at a sleep over with a girl now."
"That's why this is a secret sleepover." She shot him a wink over her shoulder, then paused to finish at her computer before turning back to him completely. "Anyway, the shirt was just a freebie from the radio station booth at that Heroes festival a few weeks ago, and it's really too big for me." She grabbed her soda and the popcorn, and sat at the end of her chaise, eyeing him appraisingly. "Honestly, you should just keep it, since it fits you so well."
His eyes widened, and he ran his hands over the soft cotton again. "Really?"
"Absolutely," she insisted. "Now, grab your drink, and come snuggle with me?"
He grinned boyishly, moved his drink closer to the end of her desk, and sat on the chaise behind her so that she could scoot back and lean against him. "Do all sleep overs also include movies and snuggles with pretty girls?"
Marinette ducked her head, blushing. "You keep talking like that, Adrien Agreste, and you're going to make me think you want me to be more than your cuddle buddy."
A faint blush spread over his cheeks, and a charmingly lopsided smile split his face. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I've been trying to make you think that since we started Lycee."