[ marinette ]

I think I've been sleeping for three days straight, because everything seems like a dream. First, I actually talked to Adrien Agreste (and not just the "Hey, I'm your biggest fan and I want to marry you!" kind of talk, I mean the actual, conversational, 'casual' small talk); second, he held my hand for a huge fraction of yesterday afternoon; and the third, oh god, he kissed my cheek.

I'm positive this is a dream, because it's everything I've been dreaming about so far.

"Good morning, Mari!", Adrien barges into my room. I found it unusual that he was the one waking me up - then again, it was 11 in the morning, so I guess I slept through the time when I was awoken this morning by the chef who woke me up yesterday.

I barely got any sleep last night, since all of this still seemed so surreal to me.

I sat up slowly when he entered the room. My hair was a mess and my pajamas were as wrinkled as my grandmother's face. I tried my best to rub my face and make it as presentable to him as ever.

Adrien stared me up and down, causing me to hide under the blankets. "I'm sorry, I just wake up like this everyday!"

"You wake up looking so pretty everyday? I wonder how that feels like.", he mocks a dreamy sigh. He looked like he was joking, so I laughed at his statement.

But joke or no joke, Adrien Agreste called me pretty! Holy crud, I should have recorded that.

"You're bluffing.", I comment, not able to restrain the blush from forming on my cheek.

"Do I look like I am?", he asks seriously, staring right into my eyes.

Is my heart building some structure inside me? It's been pounding in my chest like a hammer pounding down a nail.

"Um, uh--", I stammer, placing a strand of hair behind my ear, hoping my hand covered the blush that made itself more evident on my cheek, "I'll, uh, I'll go take a-a shower."

I take my towel and some clean clothes and speed walk as fast as I could to the bathroom, my heart still beating like crazy in my chest.

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When I got out of the bathroom, Adrien was not in my room anymore. He probably went down to eat lunch.

I went downstairs and into the dining room and saw Adrien already eating, staring into space. When he noticed I had entered the room, he sent a sheepish smile in my direction, and I smiled back.

On other days, I would be screaming because "Adrien Agreste smiled at me!!!" but he had been smiling around me a lot, so I guess I was kind of used to it? Still, my brain would literally stop functioning whenever he smiled.

"What's for lunch?", I ask him, taking a seat beside him and opening the silver-ish cover that covered the food.

It looked like some unknown dish - well, to me, anyway.

"I don't know.", he answers, taking another bite of his share, "But whatever it is, it tastes amazing."

"Like you.", I was about to reply, in a dreamy tone, at that. It was a good thing I stopped myself from embarrassing myself in front of Adrien Agreste, again.

"What should we do today?", Adrien inquires, taking small bites of the dish. "We have a whole house to ourselves, anyway."

A thought came to my head.

"What about we have a little adventure?", I asked him, clasping my hands together, "So far, the only route I've taken is when I go to the living room, then to my room, then to the kitchen, then to my room, and then the bathroom, and out the door."

"Good point. We should. I mean, they don't just make mansions with only living rooms, bedrooms, and kitchens, right?", he asks, getting my point. I hum in response.

We both finish our lunch and put it in the dishwasher, then we go to the staircase.

"Let's go upstairs first. I think I saw a big ass screen - a movie room, I think? - up there.", Adrien suggests. I nod.

We turned to the left - opposite to the part where our bedrooms were situated - and we entered the first door we saw.

"Oh my god.", I gushed at the sight in front of me.

We were in front of a freaking library. And there were tons and tons of books stacked and lined from one end of a shelf to the other, and boy, were there many shelves. I almost squealed at the sight and ran directly inside.

Adrien, on the other hand, just shoved his hands in his pocket and took long strides towards me. I was now cuddled in a beanbag, book in hand, not really caring about the world for now.

I noticed that Adrien had been quiet, just staring at all the books around us. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher, but I knew that it wasn't good news.

I set my book down and turned to him.

"What's wrong?"

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[ adrien ]

"What's wrong?"

This girl - she always seemed to sense whenever something was wrong with me. She kept her bluebell eyes trained on me as she waited for my response.

"My mother...", I trailed off, contemplating on whether I should tell her or not. She seemed like someone you could trust, so I told her anyway.

"My mother always loved reading books. She had a library twice as big as this one, back at home. If she wasn't cooking or working or spending time with me, you'd find her cuddled up in a chair in the library - the way you are, right now - and she would read a book for hours on end.", I recalled, smiling sadly at the memory. "She had lots of books, but there were always certain books that she liked to read over and over again. She'd read about a superheroine liking the alter-ego of her superhero partner, but her superhero partner liked her. Sometimes, she'd scream at the book, exclaiming why they were so dense."

Marinette chuckled. "She seems like a wonderful woman, but--"

I felt a warm hand on mine, rubbing the back of my palm reassuringly. "--but, if you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. "She was just... Gone. Just like that. Father didn't even bother to tell me, although he knew I was old enough to handle it. I don't know why he's keeping a secret about my mother's death, though. Could it have been because of...me?"

She clasped my right hand in her left hand and used her right hand to push my chin up so I was looking at her. "Hey, hey. Don't put the blame on yourself. I know it's not your fault. Maybe your father will tell you, one day, in his own time."

I sniffled. I didn't realize I was at the verge of crying.

"You're right.", I say, standing up. I still didn't release her hand from mine; I only intertwined our fingers and held her hand tighter. "Well, uh, let's continue our adventure, shall we?"

I swore I could have heard her mutter, "Oh, Adrien, holding your hand is already an adventure in itself."

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[ A/N ]

oh look pia updated hOW MIRACULOUS

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OKAY I HAD TO STOP THERE BECAUSE MY STOMACH IS EXPLODING WITH BUTTERFLIES BECAUSE THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS LIKE INTERTWINED LIKE YES THIS IS HAPPENING CALL 911 I'M GONNA DIE OF THE FEELS RIP PIA

BUT HOLY FÛCK THEIR HANDS MY HEART HOLY SHÎT HAND ME THE WHIPPING CREAM CANS RN

AAAALSO, this is DAY 03.5 BECAUSE I WILL STILL WRITE A PART TWO OF THIS YAYYY

That is all - wait for part 2 ok this adventure is not yet over bYe

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