Adrien was a normal guy who had flaws and did normal guy things; including go over to a friend's house to play games. But he was still the guy that she liked, and Marinette believed she had full disclosure to panic about the fact that he would be coming into her room, no matter how many times it happened.
What came as a shock was that he had even asked her to hang out at all. It was not as if they were not friends, but it felt special that he wanted to spend time with her especially outside of school.
Marinette ran about frantically, making sure every inch of the house was clean, especially her room. It was worth the embarrassment of bringing him there if it meant avoiding the eager stares of her parents, even if she had to take down all the posters and photographs she had of the model. That was what probably took her the longest.
On her desk, she set up her games, and a plate of cookies for the two of them to devour while they played.
When her mother called from below to announce a visitor, her heart nearly stopped. Marinette took one last look in the mirror before rushing down the two flights of stairs to the door. She didn't want to leave him with her parents for too long, in fear that they might say something embarrassing.
She was proud to say that she greeted him with a great sense of calm and normality. They walked casually to her room, and she did not trip or stutter once. It was a moment of shining glory.
"Come on in," she said, trying not to make it obvious that she was insanely worried about what he would think of her space. He'd been in there before but she was still worried. He didn't mention anything, only thanking her for the welcome. "I brought up some cookies for us to eat." Marinette motioned to the plate on her desk. Adrien's eyes lit up at the sight of them and he appeared to restrain himself from leaping out for a bite.
"Thank you! These are amazing," he said politely, taking a generous mouthful before speaking. She smiled warmly at the comment. He ate heartedly before slowing and hesitating to speak. Marinette wondered if anything was wrong with the pastries. "Uhm," he began, mouth full, "I don't mean to be rude, but do you think I could get something to drink with these?" Her eyes widened and she immediately began mentally scolding herself for not having thought of how rich the cookies were in the first place.
The girl broke out into a full sprint out the door and down the stairs to get a cup.
Suddenly, Adrien was left alone to stand awkwardly in the middle of a girl's room with a mouth full of chocolate chip cookies. He didn't know what to do. So, he did the only thing he could do, he looked around.
His eyes wandered around the room, noting the lack of wall décor and the odd darker shades of pink that marked the walls in squares and rectangles. There were a stack of games on the desk, some he recognized, some he did not. A ladder was on his right, and noticing the missing bed, assumed that that was where it must have led. Lastly, he turned to look at the chaise lounge by the other end of the room.
On the lounge were a few pillows, and a couple of stuffed toys. One was of Lady Wifi, and the other was of Chat Noir. Adrien's heart leapt ever so slightly at the sight of the plush of his alter ego. He was certain they didn't sell those anywhere, so she had to have made them herself. His heart warm at the thought that Marinette liked Chat Noir enough to make a stuffed toy. He didn't think twice about Lady Wifi, seeing as it had been Alya's akuma, but not seeing a Ladybug toy made him slightly more aware of just how amazing it was that she had a Chat Noir one.
He would have to be sure to stop by the next time he could spare.
When Marinette returned to the room, panting and a cup of milk in her hand, Adrien was grinning at her widely. She handed him the cup and he gulped down half of it before speaking.
"Hey Marinette, do you think you could make me a Ladybug plush too?"
Author's Note: In case anyone was wondering, Manon has the Ladybug plush! J