Marinette had managed to successfully avoid her roommate for the first three weeks, which she thought had to be a world record or something. The only form of communication came in the form of 'Post It' notes left on the fridge. Notes which informed her of their lack of milk (code: your turn to buy), if he was having a study session (code: he was probably having a 'make out session' in his room), or if he was staying out late (coder: he was probably 'making' out in someone else's room). It seemed Mr Hotter-than-Hades wanted to keep her informed about what he was doing as much as possible. Not that she really cared all that much.

Once the shock had worn off that she was shacking up with a male, she made some adjustments; firstly to what she wore for bed (no short shorts or lingerie), where she kept certain female hygiene items and that she kept her drunken evenings/hangovers to a bare minimum. He wasn't the type of guy who you wanted seeing you with a raging hangover and a bird's nest on top of your head. If he was that hot, his friends must be the same too and looking like the 'Bride of Frankenstien' just wasn't an option.

She knew he was holding an olive branch out to her, and that he was reaching out to her but even 21 days, 15 hours, 3 minutes and 25 seconds later she still felt her cheeks flush as she remembered what she had seen the first day in the bathroom. The only good thing was she couldn't put a face to the incredibly hot body. She'd even gone as far as visualising his face as 'Sloth' from the Goonies, anything to try and tone down the stomach fluttering thoughts every time she thought of his toned and textured stomach. Yikes!

Through the messages left on the fridge, plus the books laying around on their coffee table, Marinette had figured out that her roommate was taking lectures in the fashion business section of ESMOD and studying both the "Head of Marketing & Communications Strategy in Fashion Industry" Undergraduate Degree and "Manager of International Development in Fashion and Luxury Industries" Post Graduate Degree. She'd never known anyone take an undergraduate and postgraduate simultaneously, so she'd come to the conclusion he was either really smart, or came from a family which supported the university through funding. It was known for those of beneficiaries to have their children placed in whichever course they wished.

As the avoidance time hit 21 days, 15 hours, 33 minutes and 48 seconds, Marinette woke up after a fantastic twelve hour sleep, glad that it was finally Wednesday and she had the morning off. She'd usually use this time to work on her own commissions, which were still coming in thick and heavy thanks to her past ventures; including Jagged Stone, but after checking out the calendar on her phone and realising she had no deadlines, she decided to have a nice lazy morning. No roommate, just her and this designer's dream of a home.

She opened the Miracle box for the Kwami's to stretch their legs and made her way into the kitchen.

She spotted it straight away.

A bright green 'Post-It' note stuck in the middle of the fridge and his wonderfully, perfect handwriting scrawled on it with a tiny cat head in the corner. She still didn't understand what his fascination was with cats.

Milk

"A man of many words," Marinette laughed, pulling the 'Post-It' from the fridge and stuffing it in her handbag. She made a mental note to stop by the store later and pick up a bottle on her way home. There was a supermarket just off site and on her way home. Perfect for such occasions.

Each note was always direct and straight to the point whether it's 'trash day' meaning don't forget to empty the bin in your room, or 'pizza' meaning there were left over slices in the fridge which were up for grabs, he was practical and obviously didn't waste time.

When she'd brought pizza back to the dorm that first night with the intention of spending time with her roommate, she was left bitterly disappointed. He had left the room and there was an akuma alert. By the time she'd arrived back from kicking butt, the pizza was cold and sloppy, the only place for it being the bin. She still mourned that perfect pepperoni pizza.

The alarm signalled on her phone reminding her to get dressed ready for her afternoon lectures. With a sigh, she pushed from the sofa she'd been seated on and headed back to her room. This was going to be a long three years.

Five hours later, and a block from her dorm she'd realised she'd forgotten to grab the milk. Worst of all, it was now raining and she'd have to turn back towards the campus, before locating their nearest store.

Marinette pulled the back of her jacket over her head and ran towards her regular supermarket, trying not to bump into anyone or end up skidding and falling on her ass. The floor suddenly became slick and she was worried it was too much for her slippery soled pumps. Finally reaching her location, she pushed open the door and wandered through the aisles looking for the desired product. Removing the makeshift hood from her head, she shook herself off, and made her way into the fridge section, watching as goosebump upon goosebump rose on her arms.

Stopping in front of the milk selection she scanned the shelves looking for the correct one. She was sure her roommate always chose red topped milk however she always preferred the green. She sighed out a deep breath as she studied the milk, she needed to make a decision and quickly, it was cold in here.

Stretching forward she decided to be the perfect roommate and get the red topped milk, only for her hand to collide with something warm and soft reaching for a green. The heat from the tanned skin made her want to grab it and wrap herself in it. She was freezing.

"Oh, sorry, you go ahead." She heard the melodic sounds of a male voice, and glanced quickly over her shoulder to look where it came from.

The male standing behind her was tall, and, from what she could tell, had the world's most perfect jawline. He had a cap hiding his hair, and mirrored sunglasses.

Why was he wearing sunglasses inside?

"Thank you," she said back, her cheeks flushing pink as she stretched forward and grabbed the milk bottle. Thanking him once more she rushed towards the check out, desperate to get the milk and go. When a guy looked like that Marinette always made a fool out of herself, and with her roommate already thinking she was a pervert, she didn't want to tempt fate with another Greek reincarnation.

The more time she spent around her campus she couldn't help but marvel at the many, many attractive people that studied here. Her thoughts quickly flickered to her leather clad partner. Chat Noir would blend seamlessly into this place, with his bone structure, height and build, he was a walking billboard for ESMOD. She'd have to quiz him on what he was doing with his time now that he was no longer studying at lycée. One of the few 'secrets' they had revealed was their ages, which, unshockingly, were the same.

Placing the milk on the conveyor belt, she grabbed a couple of bags of toffee popcorn, hoping to watch a movie later that evening before thinking the popcorn looked lonely and piled on a bag of chocolate and a bottle of 'Fanta Twist'. She may as well have a feast, a lonely boring feast for one.

Marinette paid for the supplies and made her way out of the supermarket only to stop and grimace at the weather in front of her. She was going to look like a drowned rat by the time she got home if the weather didn't let up a little. She placed a hand out into the open before pulling it back and holding tightly onto the handles of her bag. Her skeleton almost left her skin as lightning struck and thunder roared in the distance. She needed to think about her options; either book an 'Uber', brave the ran and make a run for it, or stand here for the next week praying it would finally stop.

"Are you okay?" The voice of the male from earlier floated to her ears as he came to stand alongside her.

"I'm just trying to think of the best time to make a break for it. It doesn't seem to be letting up though."

The clicking sound next to her was followed by a 'whoosh' and black material blocked her eyeline. "Here," he said, handing the umbrella over to her, the smile plastered on his face turning her into a puddle of goo.

"Oh no! I can't take that, you're going to need it."

He let out a small laugh, stepping forward into the rain and holding it out to her. "Please, I insist. I only live in the housing a couple of blocks down, and I'm wearing a hat ... I'll be fine."

"You're definitely fine," she clamped her lips together, holding back the scream she wanted to unleash. You're definitely fine? what the hell was she thinking? Oh, yes, that's right ... she wasn't. "Where are you walking to?" Oh, great! Now he was going to think she was a stalker.

"Near the Sacré-Cœur."

"I'm going that way too, perhaps we could walk together?"

Marinette watched as Mr Bright Smile's lips curled up even more. God he was hot!

"Sure," he offered out his elbow, Marinette slotting herself through it as she gripped tightly onto her bag with the other.

"Were you happy with your milk choice in the end? I couldn't help but notice you were having an intense moment choosing."

She burst out laughing, "it was a hard decision, but I think my roommate will be happy with the choice."

"That's good to hear, the last thing you'd want is for your relationship to turn sour."

Another roar of thunder echoed in the distance and Marinette moved herself instinctively closer to Mr Bright Smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper over the sound of rain tapping against the fabric of the umbrella. The melodic pounding of rain paired with the most mouthwatering smell of the guy beside her was doing funny things to her stomach, and for the first time in a long time, Hawkmoth wasn't the only one with butterflies.

"Yeah, sorry. The thunder just caught me off guard a little."

They continued to walk in silence, every now and then finding the other staring. She wished she could see his eyes. If it matched the rest of him, she swore she would throw herself down and beg him to run away with her. She would be a good wife. She would supply him with food, and cuddles, and a boat load of random presents for at least the next 40 years of his life. He wouldn't know what hit him.

"Seems we're going to the same building," he said with a hint of amusement, indicating the four story building in front of them.

"Oh - um - do you - are you living here?" They stopped outside the front doors, Marinette stepping in out of the rain before turning back to her weather saviour.

"I do indeed. Which floor are you on?" He asked, releasing the catch on his umbrella and shaking it off before collapsing it fully.

"The second."

He stood and stared at her before removing his sunglasses to reveal the greenest 'human' eyes she'd ever seen. She found herself comparing them to the vibrant ones of her partner only to fail in comparison. They were gorgeous and she could stare at them all day. Dammit, she could stare at him.

"You wouldn't happen to be in apartment 215, would you?"

Her heart began to race. Had he seen her before? She was quite sure she'd know if she'd seen him, trailing her eyes over his body ... she informed herself that there was no way she would forget this body. Oh kwami's, what if he'd seen her after her morning run? All sweaty and red, hair stuck to her face and disgusting? Or if he'd seen her in her baggy men's sweatpants, hair in a messy bun and fluffy pink bunny slippers? Oh dear lord!

"Huh - yeah? How did you know?"

He laughed to himself and she felt her ovaries scream. Who was this guy and how could she get him to come and save her from the rain again?

They made their way up to the second floor and Marinette was surprised when pretty green eyes stopped outside her door. Was he expecting an invite in? He'd saved her but she wasn't sure if she should just bring a random guy home? How would her roommate feel about that?

"Oh, um, this is me." She pointed to the door before looking at him again. He smiled back at her without saying a word. God, his smile was precious.

"Would you like to - uh - would you like to come on to me? I mean, come in with me."

He let out a small laugh before removing a key from his pocket. One that looked exactly like hers.

"I was most certainly planning on it." He said, holding it in front of her face.

She stood stock still as he entered his key into her lock and popped the door open, sauntering in like he owned the place, which by any indication of what just happened, he did.

She followed inside, watching as he placed the milk away; he'd brought (hers), then took the one out of her bag (his) and placed them side by side in the fridge.

Not knowing what to say she just stood and watched, only to be floored again when he removed his hat and placed it on the kitchen counter. A mop of blonde, glowing hair escaped and made its way into its home position and that's when it clicked.

"Y-y-you, him, Mr Hotter than Hades,"

His voice jumped and eyes widened as he spoke to her. "Hotter than? You think I'm ... What?"

"Y-y-you're Adrien? Oh my -"

He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing his neck as he moved his way towards her and holding out a hand.

"Hi, I'm Adrien Agreste, your roommate. It's nice to finally meet you."

The unvalidated noise that left her mouth sounded uneducated. Placing her hand in his, she jumped after a thunder strike sounded once again outside.

Adrien Agreste! Adrien freaking Agreste.

Her brain was malfunctioning and all she could do was stare. This had to be some joke right, there was a camera hidden somewhere and she was being punked, because there was no way Adrien Agreste would allow a randomer like herself to buddy up with him in a dorm room. He didn't even know who she was! She could have been a psycho fan girl, which she hadn't been for at least two years now!

"You okay?" He asked, and oh kwami's how was she going to cope with a sweet, beautiful roommate who cared about her metal breakdowns, because that's what she was quite certain she was having at this very moment. Even that or her body had shutdown.

Speak girl! You're making a fool out of yourself!

"M-m-Marinette." She finally got out, his smile taking over his face once more.

"Marinette. That's a beautiful name." He shrugged his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack before toeing off his shoes. "Now that we've finally met, how about I grab a shower and then we can order that pizza we spoke about? Maybe watch a movie or something?"

"Naked? I mean - nice idea. Yes, that would be good. I'll stay here and you can go and shower, alone, whilst I wait, alone and then pizza. Good old scrumptious pizza."

He gave her an unsure smile before heading down the corridor and into his room. The sound of his door shutting was sweet music to her ears and the tension she didn't realise she had in her shoulders quickly evaporated. She took off her own jacket and hung it next to Adrien's before kicking her own tiny pumps next to his enormous trainers.

"He seems nice." Tikki flew out and guided Marinette to sit down on the sofa.

"Yup." She agreed, placing her hand into her pocket and pulling out her phone. "And not at all what I expected."

She searched for Alya's contact before forming her message.

Marinette
ALYA! OH MY GOD! MY ROOMMATE IS A LITERAL SUPERMODEL!!!

Closing her app, she scurried out of the lounge and into her bedroom ... she had a hot date/not date with the supermodel Adrien Agreste and there was no way she was going to let him see her as anything but desirable.