Kinda maturish themes, idk read at your own discretion ig
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You couldn't find a word to identity the feeling you were experiencing as you stared at the post it note that had fallen out of your locker.

It was immediately eye catching, one of those cheap neon yellow ones that you always passed by (you preferred the variety pack.)

The writing was so familiar that you recognized it instantly. 5:30 p.m.

That's all it said, it was a calling card of sorts.

He hadn't done this in years.

You had no idea why he felt like he suddenly had the right to again.

You clenched your teeth and crumbled the post it in your fist. You slammed the locker door shut and your eyes immediately met Marinette's.

You jumped in surprise and quickly stuck the note in your pocket, shamefully.

"Marinette." You gulped and forced a smile.

"Y/n!" She beamed. "You ready to head home?" She asked with a closed eye smile and linked her arm through yours.

You nodded silently as the two of you began to walk off. Marinette was working in the bakery tonight, the two of you switched off and you both had Wednesdays off completely.

Those were the nights you helped her become a better guardian.

"I so don't want to work in the bakery tonight." She whined almost like she was reading your mind. "I will admit I like having your help, gives me more time to be lazy."

You flicked her forehead. "You don't have time to be lazy."

She laughed softly. "Yeah, you're right." She was oddly serious. "Stressed out is my middle name." She winked even though you both knew she didn't have one.

You glanced at her with your typical worried expression. "What more can I do to help?" You asked quickly. "Anything, Mari, I swear. Need me to be Ladybug for the night?" You asked with a hard gulp.

Marinette laughed. "No, you just keep on getting settled in. It's been two weeks and you're still not fully unpacked." She teased.

You gulped again and nodded. You had been worried about settling back down here. You wanted to leave for art school as soon as possible, but at the same time you were worried something about your grandfather's condition would change and you would be back in London.

"I'll get on that soon." You spoke softly and she didn't respond, just laid her head on yours kindly.

**
"What does that even mean anyways?" Stompp essentially demanded as he stared down at the un crumbled post it.

Your brows furrowed and you waved your hand at him dismissively, immediately pissing the kwami off.

Stompp flew around and floated before your face, poking you in the forehead and the eye. "Answer me!"

You grabbed your kwami and held him in your hands. "You're a real brat, you know that right?" You growled and felt your cheeks flare up.

"What the hell Y/n, why's are you blushing? Stop being an idiot and just tell me what's going on!" Stompp growled.

You shook your head. "Nothing is going on." You walked over and grabbed your small purse. "And I'm going over there right now to make sure he knows that."

**
"Ah, Miss Fu." You heard Nathalie's voice through the same old security camera. "Adrien informed me that you were coming. I am delighted to see you are back in Paris and I'm sure Mister Agreste will be as well."

You put on your best fake, business-like smile. "I'm delighted to have returned and I plan to push Adrien to achieve his best academic abilities."

That was clearly what she wanted to hear because the gates opened immediately.

Once you entered the house she hugged you, very out of character for her.

You stiffened, being that you were never much of a hugger yourself.

She stepped back as quickly as she had latched on to you. "Excuse me." She straighter her blazer. "That was inappropriate of me. I'm just so glad you're back home to be a good influence on Adrien. He's gone down a path...that is only going to be detrimental for the Agreste's."

Your brows furrowed. "I understand." You spoke almost breathlessly.

"Adrien should be in his room." You swore you heard her mumble something about him losing his manners over the years.

You dragged yourself up the excessive amount of steps that led to the second floor. You noticed that the same huge portrait of the Agreste family hung in the center.

You tried not to think about his beautiful mother and how devastated Adrien still was back then. Back when you were sort of friends, before everything blew up in your faces.

You reached his room and knocked only twice before opening it.

Your old signal.

Everyone in the house knocked multiple times, normally, so the two of you had developed a few sequences over the years.

You stepped into the room and closed the door behind you.

He was in the center of his room, laying down on the floor and throwing the basketball up and catching it, before repeating.

You watched him for a moment and you knew that he let you, he knew that you were there.

"Wanna join?" He spoke up and you felt a shiver rush down your spine.

This room brought back so many memories.

It was weird to think that he would likely leave this all behind once the year was over.

"I've never liked basketball." Of course he knew that and of course that wasn't what he was talking about.

Adrien sat up and sat the ball to his side before staring at you intently.

You didn't like the feeling. You felt incredibly judged in your house shoes that you insisted on wearing and your baggier clothing.

He finally stood and sauntered over to you, standing closer than you had initially planned on allowing him to.

(This is where the maturish themes start, remember they're all aged up, 18 )

He reached up one of his hands that you noticed had gotten paler, and brushed the right side of your hair behind your neck.

"Adrien." You sighed, moving to shake your head in disapproval.

"What?" He whispered, his lips moving closer to your ear as he nipped it gently—your breathing hitched in your throat. "You wouldn't have come here if you weren't thinking the same thing I was."

Your brows furrowed and you pushed him away. "You've been a dick to me. And you told me to stay away from you." You reminded him and he shrugged.

"What's new? And clearly you didn't listen because here you are." He spoke simply, motioning the same hand he had used to touch you towards you.

You gulped but shook your head again as if you were trying to regain your senses. "I came here to tell you off! How dare you leave that note in my locker like you can just call me to you whenever you please? You fucking sicko." You spat.

He grinned and laughed softly, taking a step towards you. "Can't I though? It did work."

You glared at him. "I never liked this change in you, ya know. When you first came to the school you were such a nice kid but you went rolling down hill scarily quick."

You turned to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards him, his lips near your ear once more. "Are you really trying to pretend that you don't enjoy my dominant personality."

You turned around to yell at him once more but your chest was pressed against him and as you stumbled back his hand caught your lower back.

"Why are you running from this Y/n?" He asked lowly. "Just let yourself get lost in me again." His eyes were dark with desire and you no longer felt the desire to step away.

You nodded your head curtly just once.

Your eyes were closed so you missed the grin that plastered across his face as he went in for your neck—kissing it and allowing his teeth to run down it gently.

He picked you up by your thighs and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to his bed and sat you down on the edge of it.

His hands cupped the sides of your face and he leaned in closer to you, but you stopped him with one of your fingers to his lips.

"I still don't kiss." You reminded him.

He rolled his eyes and reached for a remote which automatically closed all the blinds to his large windows.

You gulped as the room quickly grew darker.

He didn't say anything else before returning to your neck and beginning to unbutton your shirt. With each button undone his lips traveled lower and before you knew it you were left in your bra—completely lost in him as you tugged his sweatshirt over his head.

Suddenly nothing else mattered, not the fatal blow from all those years ago, those nights studying, or any jabs the two of you made together.

You were simply the two of you again, stepping over a line that should have never been crossed.

Experimenting and experiencing each other to blow off some much needed steam.

Just no strings attached hate sex.

You went in hating each other and you would leave feeling the exact same way.