Feelings

Sweet Comfort

Sweet Comfort | Adrienette

Today, a worried seventeen year-old teenager did not exactly expect to behold a messy sight in front of him right now which was quite out-of-the-way for him since his girlfriend's room is always organized and uncluttered every time he comes over.

"What the hell are you doing here, Agreste?"

And, he did not expect her to say that, either.

His green eyes blinked for a lot of times—his mouth agape in attempt to say something rational but instead no words came out which just led him into pursing his peachy lips in utter nervousness.

Subconsciously for his being, his concerned-filled orbs began to wander around her messy pink room. Crumpled tissues scattered carelessly on the wooden floor, pieces of fabric laid slovenly on her work desk, and her clothes were as well plopped on the floor and on her purple chaise. Everything in her room was unusual today, even Marinette Dupain-Cheng herself.

Currently, her back was pressed on the wall beside her bed, her arms looped around her cat plushy as she hugged it closer to her chest. Her raven blue locks were not tied back into her customary pigtails but instead, it flowed mindlessly on her shoulders. Her swollen bluebell eyes stared warily at Adrien, only for him to further notice the bags under her eyes and the tint of red surrounding her tear-stained cheeks.

Unfortunately, Marinette was only dressed in her pink pajamas, and she figured that she looked extremely embarrassing at the moment that a blush formed across her face. Heck, she did not even get to clean her untidy bedroom! She was not expecting for a visitor at this time of the night and especially not during her girl condition like right now.

Her tired bluebell eyes continued to gaze at the boy she loved since middle school, and she could not help herself but shriek and throw a large pillow at him, then another, and another, until all of her pillows were scattered on the floor already. The outraged bluenette breathed heavily, unsatisfied with her abrupt actions since the blonde did not budge at all.

It was until her slim fingers came in contact with her empty porcelain coffee mug that was previously on top of her mini bookshelf—her brusque behavior taking great advantage of the current situation. Marinette's hand briskly took a tight hold on her mug, and aimed it dangerously at her boyfriend.

That was when Adrien Agreste dashed towards her direction.

"Woah! Calm yourself, Marinette Dupain-Cheng," he secured her free hand by holding her wrist, while his other hand folded on top of her occupied hand—carefully detaching the porcelain mug from her tight grip. "you do not want your precious boyfriend to be rushed in a hospital, right?"

As he successfully unhooked the ladybug-designed coffee mug from her dangerous grasp, the bluenette scoffed at him and flicked her wrist to cross her arms in utter annoyance due to his unexpected visit and also because of the cramps slowly creeping menacingly in her abdomen.

"What the hell are you doing here, Agreste?" she managed to squeak out despite of the pain forming in her abdomen.

Adrien Agreste, completely unaware of her painful state, just rubbed his nape in subtle embarrassment. "Uh, well, you did not show up at school today and everyone was worried, perhaps except for Chloe and Sabrina. Um, I thought that visiting you after my fencing class would be a great idea so yeah, here I am."

If it were not for her painful cramps, the bluenette would really jump out from her bed to hug her sweet boyfriend for being so thoughtful and for all of the positive traits that her boyfriend has. But as a forced response, Marinette just rolled her eyes at him and laid down on her bed with her cat plushy as her temporary pillow, purposely kicking in her moody attitude. "Ugh, whatever. Thanks for visiting me, scumbag."

A confused crease formed in the blonde's forehead as he stared worriedly at the petite back of the raven blue-haired teenager in front of him, who was apparently acting too weirdly for his liking.

Alright, what is going on with her? Adrien Agreste already braced himself for another rude remark to be blurted out to him right after he asked this, "Are you okay, princess?"

Instead of saying a harsh reply, a quiet sob escaped frailly from her lips.

Adrien's green eyes instantly widened in surprise as he quickly launched himself beside the trembling bluenette—leisurely scooping her in his arms despite of her loud protests and unruly squirms. He just gently cradled her petite frame, his hand repeatedly rubbed her back in a back and forth motion, momentarily sending comfort to the bluenette that it caused her to calm down and melt into his arms.

The two stayed just like that for a short while, until Marinette's abdomen started to hurt badly once again—her hands forming into tight fists while clutching on Adrien's shirt. A loud wail was released from her mouth as she whimpered on the crook of his neck, "It really hurts, Adrien."

The concerned blonde ran a hand down her soft raven blue hair, before moving his head back to look into her swollen bluebell eyes. Adrien slowly brushed her bangs away from her eyes to have a clearer view of her delicate, tear-stained face, "Where does it hurt?"

Her small fingers slowly made its way to his hand that was previously on her face, and brought it down to her abdomen, whimpering straight after as a painful cramp came up once again.

The blonde carefully rolled her silky pink shirt up to where her abdomen is, and slowly placed his hand on top her smooth skin—the warmth of his hand sent sweet comfort to the bluenette that she whined in disappointment when Adrien already withdrew his hand.

Adrien chuckled lightly, before laying their backs on the cushion beneath them. Marinette's back was comfortably pressed against Adrien's chest, while his arms were placed around her small frame—his index finger slowly forming circles around her abdomen which set the bluenette at complete ease.

"Do you feel better?" the blonde queried softly, only for Marinette's hand to trace up to his moving hand and squeezed it gently, enough for Adrien to know that his princess is in a comfortable state right now.

One, two, three, four, five... the bluenette counted absentmindedly as Adrien continued to trace invisible circles on her abdomen, eventually letting her whole body relax and be engulfed by his sweet comfort.

A small smile appeared on her face as the solacing process repeated over and over again, making her fall into a deep, comforting slumber.