Miraculous One Shots | Editing

The elephant between them

"Plagg, you're shivering! What's wrong? Are you hungry or-"

It was sure strange enough that Plagg didn't eat his camembert during Adrien's classes, but when he saw the kwami shivering and sneezing he knew something was up.

"I... I'm sorry kid... I am just not feeling the bes-" Plagg cut himself off as a sneeze over took him.

"Is there anyway I can help you feel better? How will I become Chat Noir?! Who will I talk to? Is there some doctor I can take you to?!" Adrien asked, panicking more as seconds flew by.

"Master Fu would heal us kwamis, but he's... not gurdian anymore... The only person who can heal me is a gurdian..." Plagg explained, before turning himself into a ball.

"Grand Master Su Han can heal you Plagg! I can ask him!" Adrien jumped with joy, yet the realization hit him.

"He doesn't kmow my identity and then would probably proceed to take Plagg from me for not being responsible." Adrien rolled his eyes at the thought.

"I know someone you can go to... You know her, but you're going to have to go in a disguise so she won't figure out you're Chat Noir." Plagg spoke, about to fall asleep.

"Okay, but who?! I need to take you soon Plagg. You're my best bud!"

Plagg took a deep breath. Tikki had to forgive him for doing this, everything had a time.

"Go to Marinette's house..."

***

Adrien knew Plagg was sick when he didn't throw out nicknames for people. If it were any other day Plagg would've called Marinette baker girl, but for the first time he had used Marinette's real name.

The blonde had to sneak out of his window due to not being able to use Plagg to become Chat Noir, and the bruise now on his arm would not be simple to explain to others.

"Okay, now it's time to get over the gate... I should've just asked Gorrila to take me... He listens to what I say. Oh well." Adrien sighed as he started to climb the fence.

"This should be just like rock climbing in my room... Yeah, totally!" The motivating himself process was not working. He just hoped he'd get no bruises.

At least he was lucky enough to be not bothered in his room for the next few hours. Playing piano had its advantages.

***

Well, Adrien was lucky not to get any bruises, but that didn't mean he didn't get scratches or cuts.

He was thirsty and tired, but he needed to do this for Plagg.

The hoodie and mask he was wearing were already making him hotter then it already was outside.

Now he needed to find a excuse to tell Marinette's parents so they would let him up to her room. He knew he could trust her with his identity or his kwami at most.

As he arrived at the bakery, it was open, but was about to close, so he made it just in time.

There was Sabine dusting up some of the shelfs as he opened the door.

The sweet smell of the goods was something he could never get used to. It smelled like heaven in the bakery. Marinette sure was lucky.