Chapter 9 – Very Mature Very Mindful
Adrien's POV:
Her mouth was on my neck.
Soft, open kisses trailing down to my collar, hot breath making my stomach twist.
She was sitting on my lap, legs caging me in while her fingers lazily tracing my chest, then sliding under the hem of my shirt, slow and confident.
"Can't stop thinking about me, huh?" she whispered, voice all smug and breathy and way too sexy for someone who was supposed to be cute and sweet.
"You're not playing fair." I sucked in a shaky breath, already trembling under her touch.
She grinded against me and I almost lost it right there. My hands grabbed her hips instinctively, needy, desperate. She moved again, pressing her ass down on my hardness, and I moaned before I could stop it.
"Fuck, Marinette," I groaned, head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.
BZZZZZZZ!!!
"SHIT!" I gasped and shot upright, drenched in sweat, heart racing, boxers soaked in cum.
"I wish I didn't have the ability to hear" Plagg groaned poking his head out of my pillow.
"Why is this happening every damn night?" I groaned, falling back into my bed.
"Do something about it, Romeo. I'm tired of waking up to your pathetic moans." He muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm not—"
"You said her name. Loudly."
"I didn't—"
"Twice. And you whined."
"I did not whine." I threw a pillow at him.
"You did and sounded like a dying puppy. Either fuck her or stop sleeping. Those are your options." Plagg rolled his eyes.
"I can't just fuck her!" I said, throwing the blanket off.
Even though I want to.
"We're not even at that stage—"
"Then go to that stage kid" He flew around.
I groaned again, grabbing a towel.
This is going to be a long day.
--
School sucked.
Like... actually sucked.
Not because of classes. Not because of homework.
Because Marinette was being weird.
She didn't wave excitedly when I walked into the class.
Just gave a polite "Hey" while looking up from her sketchbook with a smile.
No goofy grin.
No blushing. No squeaky "hi Adrien!!". No stammering like I'd caught her mid-fantasy.
Just... calm.
Polite.
What the actual hell.
And it only got worse.
In physics, she didn't go off on a tangent about alternative circuits or her completely nonsensical "time-saving hacks" that always added more steps.
She didn't whisper to Alya about how the formula reminded her of a croissant.
She just sat there, writing quietly. Like a normal person.
"Hey...you okay?" I leaned in, trying to sound chill. Failing miserably.
"Yeah. All good." She glanced up, gave me a tiny smile.
A smile so flat it could've been printed.
Okay. Weird.
"Are you sure? You're kinda...quiet today Marinette" I asked, hoping she'd say something unhinged and adorable.
"Just focusing more. Trying to be mature about things" She said, with a shrug.
Mature?? MATURE??
What the hell does that even mean?
"But you're already mature," I said, scrambling.
"I mean—you're smart and responsible and okay, yeah, you talk to yourself a lot, but it's part of your charm!"
"I've been told I overthink and yap too much, maybe it's time to tone it down Adrien" She said lightly, almost like a joke.
Told by who.
Who the actual hell had the audacity—
Ok calm down Adrien
"But that's not childish, that's you" I said softly.
"I'm still me, just a better version" she said, with another one of those robot smiles.
And then she turned away.
Just like that.
--
Lunch was even worse.
Usually, She'd tell her strategy about how to make the school sandwich better or How that one time she tried a new recipe of sandwich which turned out to be heaven or a promise to make me one later.
But today?
She just... ate. Quietly.
Answered Alya in full sentences. Nodded a lot.
Even Nino's "why don't we call ghosts boo-mers" didn't get a giggle.
And that's when I knew we were in the Twilight Zone.
I kept glancing over, praying for a breakdown.
Like, please god let her snap and go off about something.
Please, just say something stupid. Anything.
But no.
Just soft smiles. Calm eyes.
Like she was trying to pass for background noise.
And I hate it.
I hate it so much it hurt.
Because I love her chaos. I live for her stupid metaphors and her three-sentence tangents.
I love the way she waves her arms around while talking.
I love her weird-ass yapping.
I love the way she spoke in fast-forward when she gets excited.
Even though I didn't always get half of what she's saying, I loved watching her talk.
That sparkle, that energy, it always made me smile.
But now?
It's all... gone.
Like someone pressed mute on her soul.
--
By the time the final bell rang, my brain was fried from overthinking.
Something's wrong.
And no matter how many times I ask, she just smiles like she's fine.
she shut me down with those grown-up, calm, fake answers.
'Everything's fine Adrien'
She's not. I know she's not.
I hate it.
I hate not knowing.
I hate not hearing her dumb ramblings.
I hate that I was the only one who noticed the difference.
Back in my room, I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.
"What if she's sick of me?" I whispered.
"You're overthinking" Plagg rolled his eyes as he ate his cheese.
"She didn't even looked at me today and didn't even smile at my jokes"
"You made a joke about centrifugal force, Adrien. That was never funny."
I know.
My jokes sucks but I can't use Chat noir puns without everyone looking at me like I've gone insane.
"She usually fake-laughs at least!" I defended myself
"Maybe ask her directly who pissed her off, she's your girlfriend kid" Plagg floated down beside me.
"I tried Plagg but she's acting like everything is fine"
"Love is complicated but this baby here isn't" He tossed a piece of camembert enjoying it.
"Very helpful Plagg" I said sarcastically
I'm not gonna sit around watching her change herself to become someone else.
Because no way in hell was I letting Marinette lose that sparkle.
Not when her chaos was the one thing keeping me sane.