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'Y/n, have you seen my black hoodie?' Adrien calls from the bathroom. I burrow under the covers, hiding my shoulders. 

'No,' I clear my throat casually, pulling the sheets up to my ears. Adrien raises an eyebrow, stepping towards the bed. 

'Are you sure?' The corner of his mouth raises in a smirk and he grabs the blanket from me. I scowl, hugging my arms around my shoulders. 

'You aren't getting this back,' I point out. 'It's too comfortable.' 

'Come on Princess, I need it today,' Adrien complains, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. 'You can have the grey one if you want.' 

'But I don't want the grey one,' I grin, pulling the hood over my head. 'I want this one.' 

Adrien laughs, tugging the hood down. 'It does look cute on you.' 

'Of course it does,' I kiss him gently on the lips. 'You can wear my hoodie.' 

'What?' Adrien glances at the forlorn and forgotten hoodie, laying across his desk chair. 'and how do you expect that to fit me?' 

I shrug. 'That sounds like a you problem and not a me problem.' 

Adrien laughs again. 

As I start to walk away, he grabs the back of my hoodie, slipping his hand in the back pocket of my jeans and using it to spin me around so I'm directly in front of him again. He smirks, tipping his head and leaning down to kiss me. I smile, raising my arms to his head. His hair fluffs up slightly in the back, blonde and messy. 

'Brush your hair Agreste,' I fluff it. 'Although it is very soft.' 

'I swear Darling, you're just dating me for my hair,' he whines, sitting down on the bed. I sit across his lap, leaning in until our foreheads touch. 

'Correction, I'm dating you for your hoodies,' I smirk. Adrien shakes his head mock-sadly, then without warning, grabs the bottom of the hoodie and pulls it over my head. 'You did know that I wasn't wearing anything under except for this, right?' I motion to my bra, laughing. 

Adrien blushes. 'What idiot doesn't wear anything under a hoodie?' 

'Your idiot,' I answer with a laugh. The blush fades from his face, taken over by a cheeky look. 

'Maybe I did know that's all you were wearing. Maybe this was my plan all along,' Adrien suggests with a grin. 

I roll my eyes. 'You wouldn't have the guts, Agreste.' 

'Oh yeah?' He raises his eyebrows, green eyes alight with playfulness. 'Who's the one without a shirt in my bed then?' 

It's my turn to blush, and I disguise it by resting my arms on his shoulders and kissing him again. 

'So can I keep the hoodie?' I ask. 

'Sure, but I do want something in return,' Adrien says. 

'And what would that be?' I ask. 

Adrien winks. 'I'll give you three guesses.' 

My mouth drops open. 'Adrien Agreste, I swear, being Cat Noir is not good for you!' 

'Shhh, what are you talking about?' Adrien smiles innocently. 'I was going to ask you to buy me an ice cream.' 

'Sure,' I laugh, smacking him lightly on the head. 'Sure.'