You and me against the world

"You're perfect."

What about some fluff?

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Adrien woke up the following morning feeling at peace like he'd never known.

His head and his heart were free from the heavy chains of his somber thoughts and agonizing emotions.

Was that how freedom felt?

The corners of his lips slowly tugged upwards gently, until he was smiling from ear to ear when he recognized whose hands were cradling him.

Hers, and only hers.

Such a marvelous feeling, to be wrapped with the warmth of the one human who owned your heart, inhabited your mind and completed your soul from performing the most simplest of actions.

All with no suit depriving him of her warmth.

He was just Adrien, who had just spent the night in the arms of his favorite person in the world.

Adrien wouldn't call himself a religious man but he made sure to say a prayer to thank higher forces for gracing him with her being and having her as a part of his life.

He took one final look at her before reluctantly and carefully getting out her hold and heading towards the balcony.

His eyes strayed towards the early morning sky, relishing in the momentary state of peace his mind was at and wondering for just a moment what his lady thought of him now that she knew who it was behind the confident mask of his other self.

"Whatcha looking at?" well speak of the devil...

"Only you, princess." He flashed the most tender of smiles as she slowly walked to him, opening his arms to welcome her into his tight embrace.

She sensed the brewing storm in his head and confronted it before it turned into something troublesome "What's troubling your thoughts, mon chaton?"

He turned his head away from her, feeling shy, but she was patient and just smiled and awaited his answer trusting him to tell her of his troubles.

"I just..." he sighed "You must be kind of disappointed, now that you know that the flirtatious and flamboyant heart throb that is Chat Noir, is none other than me, just Adrien."

"I fail to see your point."

"Well you know, Chat Noir reeks of confidence and is adored by all of Paris for his charming personality and I'm just Adrien, a socially awkward dork who, even at 18, has never once gone to school on his own." He lowered his head to avoid meeting her eyes.

The look of shock on Marinette's face quickly morphed into something resembling anger, because she could never be angry at him, for having such little confidence in his real self "You silly kitty, I mean, you may be a socially awkward dork, but you are also a supermodel who is adored by all of Paris just as much, if not more, as Chat Noir, and you have one of the gentlest and kindest hearts a human could possibly have. But most importantly, you are my best friend, my most trusted confidant, both in and out of suit, and the person I care about most in this life. Adrien, my world would not exist without you and that ring on your finger is a testament to how caring of a person you are."

It wasn't her words that left him breathless, it was the stern gaze she held, and the way she never once hesitated and faltered, she spoke confidently, but then with a weaker voice she continued:" I actually assume you're the one who would be disappointed after knowing that The ladybug is the clumsy screw up that is-

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." He didn't mean to sound so harsh, hell he didn't even mean to interrupt her but she was just spitting nonsense about herself. God, how could she say those things about herself!