Marinette's POV:

I woke up in the morning to see the face of my so called "bodyguard"

"What are you doing?"

"Me. Hungry." He said in an emotionless tone

"There's pancake mix by the cupboards."

"Make. Food." He replied

"Can't you make pancakes?"

"No. Teach." He replied again

"Ugh....it's 4am school starts in 3 hours and the school is right next to my house. Wake up in 1 more hour and I'll make you food."

He proceeded to carry me

"FOOOD" he yelled violently

"ALRIGHT FINE!"

I tied my hair in a messy bun and took the pancake mix out of the cupboards

"Here. I'll teach you so that you can make pancakes next time."

I took the powder and I followed the instructions:

I blended 1 cup of the pancake mix, 1 egg, 1 Tbsp. oil and 3/4 cup cold milk. I then just mixed it until it blended. I cooked it on preheated griddle at medium heat. (Source: https://www.bobsredmill.com/recipes/how-to-make/buttermilk-pancake-and-waffle-instructions/ )

"Now you need to feel it with your spatula and see if it feels like soft bread."

I felt it and it did so I placed it on a clean plate

"Alright, now, take the butter out of the refrigerator and slice a cube. Put it on the pancake."

"Aww yisss!" He cheered

He ate the pancake without mixing the butter

"No no! You need to do it like this."

Narrator:

Marinette continued to grab Adrien's hand and guide him in spreading the butter on the pancake. To which Adrien blushed

"Alright now that it's f-fully...ully....lly......" Marinette suddenly realized what she did. She caught Adrien blushing while covering his face

"WHAT ARE YOU BLUSHING ABOUT PRETTY BOY?!" She yelled while blushing as well

"H-HEY IM NOT THE ONLY ONE!!" He said as a comeback

"ERGH! HERE!" She slammed the pancake syrup on the table

"I-ILL GO-M-MAKE MY OWN BATCH!" She stammered

Adrien's POV:

||"What is this feeling's"||

I crunched my chest at the thought

||"I feel so.....cringey??"||

I looked back to Marinette as she made pancakes

||"is this......"||

My thoughts were interrupted by her slamming a plate with pancakes on the table

"Why don't you get more?" She said while frowning

"Hey? Are you mad at me?"

"W-what?! No! Look, it's just early in the morning okay? I'm not the best early bird." She replied

"Can you just eat your pancakes?!" She continued "You haven't even tried them yet! I thought you were hungry? Pour the syrup!"

"Yeah yeah....."

I did as she said and I tasted it

"T-these are....."

"What? Are they bad?" She asked in a worried tone

"AMAZING!"

I took a big "forkful" amount of pancake and I ate it whole

"Woah...you are hungry....." she said in awe

"I guess it's just my amazing pancake skills?"

Marinette's POV:

I was in awe as I saw him eat so many pancakes. Men have big appetites I guess? I looked down to see the rags he was wearing

"Hey....what are those?"

"What are what?" He asked with a stuffed mouth

"What are you wearing? It looks and smells old."

"Oh....these were the clothes given to me to 'keep casual' with the people here." He replied

"Yeah but there's an ugly spec over there....."

"What?" He asked in confusement

I took it from his shirt: "its metal?"

He took it from my hands and observed it: "I-its a tracker!"

"A tracker?"

He stepped on it and kicked its remains: "That snitch!"

"What? What are oh talking about?"

"Some guy named 'Gabriel-something' gave me this shirt! I thought he was one of the leaders of the TAS but turns out I was wrong...." he replied in an angry tone

"Well it's all over the back of your shirt."

"WHAT?!" He replied in a scared tone

He looked in his shirt clenched his fist

"UGH! WE'VE GOTTA GET RID OF THIS SHIRT!" He yelled

He was about to run outside when I stopped him.

"Woah mister. If you wanna get rid of that shirt, you're gonna need an extra pair after getting rid of that one."

"But where am I even gonna get extra clothes like that?!" He desperately asked

"Lucky for you, the person that you're protecting is a designer!"

I started to walk to my room

"I've made male clothing before, though I wish it fits you."

I showed him my stack of male clothing

"Which do you want?"

"Any! I don't care! Just hurry!" He said in an annoyed tone

"Fine you sour puss."

"Ah here! Try it on!"

He as I said an within a blink of an eye he was done:

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I could feel myself turning red I pretended to wipe my face

"E-Er it looks okay......"

||"Why am I blushing?...."||

"That's good enough! Any idea were we can hide this shirt?" He stroked his chin

"Maybe we can sneak it into someone's bag?"

"Best idea you've had so far!" He cheered

"Now I've gotta get ready for school. Wait for me here."

(Refer to Marinette's outfit at the cover of the book, that's what she looks like here.")

I got out of my home and put the keys in my bag and walked with my bodyguard

"This is the first time I've been early going to school."

"This is the first time I've ever gone to a real school." He replied

"Wait, what?!"

"The 'schooling' they give you there is just fighting. Some math, but mostly taekwando, Krav Maga, karate, you name it." He said while giggling

"Heh, you'll do good in PE class I guess?"

"I sure hope so. People call school 'torture'." He shivered

"Well, they're not wrong."

As we were talking, I looked around me and saw a lot of glares at me and stares at pretty boy.

||"What the....?||

We arrived at the school and asked the principal if he has already been applied

"Yes. Your father did via e-mail last night." Mr Damocles replied

"Welcome to the school....uh......" Mr Damocles stammered

"Adrien!" He replied

"Adrien! Welcome....."

We got out of the Principal's chambers and sighed in relief

"I'm so happy father remembered, he's usually the clutz. It's where I got my clumsiness from....."

"Really? I usually never see that from Sir Dupain! That's so funny!" He laughed

"Oh you think it funny huh?" I teased

I proceeded to fake hit my bag in his face

"Ohhh nooooo~~ I'm sooooo sorrryyyyy~~~ I'm suuuuucchchh aaaa cluuuutzzz~~~"

He then threw my bag back to me and laughed

As we talked, I saw girls taking a glance at him and winking, some shying away. Boys death-stared him, and girls death-stared me

"Why are all these girls staring and winking at me?" He asked in confusion

"Well you're not the ugliest person in the world 'Agent 009'"

Suddenly, I saw the school's biggest bully, Chloe Bourgeois...walking torwards us?

"Why hello the- MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG?!" She screamed

"IS THIS--ARE YOU??" She stuttered in confusion

"No Chloe, we're not together."

"Oh thank goodness! I can't believe I'd even think of this handsome man to be with an ugly snitch like you!" She flipped her hair

"Uhhh...are you in trouble?" He whispered to me

"No, well, I guess you could say I am. I mean, Chloe Bourgeois is always trouble...."

"Then... should I save you?" He asked in confusion

"Indeed you must."

"Ok then....." he replied

He swept me off my feet and started running through the school halls

"W-WHAT?!" I could here the blonde-brat yell from a distance

"W-WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I blushed and freaked out

"YOU TOLD ME TO SAVE YOU!" He yelled back as he continued to run down the halls

"PUT ME DOWN YOU FREAK!" I pulled his silky soft hair and started kicking mid-air

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" He put me down

"JEEZ! YOU'RE CONFUSING" he fired back

"Ugh! I meant you punch her!"

"Sorry. You should really tell me when to become physical or not. Our code is not to attack right away when our boss needs help." He said formally

"Yeah yeah. Alright Mr. Smarty Pants."

"Wait a minute, I don't even know what to call you....."

"You're bodyguard obviously." He replied

"Yeah I know! But you can't say that in school, it's 'private' remember?"

"Then; uh......" he stuttered

"Maybe....Adrien....." he replied

"Is that your real name?"

"Yeah...given to me by my parents....who left me at the TAS while I was little. No one knows who they were.....some guy I met at the airport where I was departuring had the same last name as me. But he was the one who put that stupid tracker on me. I'd bet he was just some guy who has the same last name. Agreste is a pretty common last name y'know?" He said in a depressed tone which made me pity him

"Oh which reminds me! Where are we gonna put the clothes with a tracker on?"

"Oh...hmm..." I started looking around

"Ah! Maybe in Max's locker! He hardly opens that thing because his mom always makes him bring home all his stuff!" I pointed to Max's locker which was directly in front of us

"Great idea!" He brightened up

"But I don't know his password. Actually, nobody knows....."

"Hmmm. Do you know his favorite subject?" He asked

"Uh yeah...Math, it's the eighth period....why?"

"Alright...how old is he?" He said as he was holding his chin

"14. He's the youngest 10th grader in the whole school"

"Alright. Favorite number?" He urged me to say

"Oh! He always says this one! It's 3!"

"Wait....why does this even matter....?"

He looked around to make sure nobody was there

He then whispered: "8314...." as he was rolling the password 'roller' (idk what it's called okay)

It opened.

"Woah! How did you figure it out?" I said in astonishment

"Training at the academy. We were shown how to figure out pass codes in safes and vaults." He bragged

He threw the clothes with trackers on into Max's locker and slammed it shut

"Great. Now you're safe princess." He said as he swiped his hands together

"Please don't call me that."