Accident of the Evening

Morning Comfort

Adrien woke with a strange feeling he hadn't felt since his mother disappeared all those years ago. A feeling of comfort. The boy stretched and smiled when his hand curled around the black plush cat that had been so carefully made seven years ago.

It took him a little while, but he managed to wake himself, arching his back and stretching his legs and arms one by one. He then pulled on his jeans and over shirt and folded the quilt that he had been curled up in before heading out into the kitchen.

The soft classical jazz combination continued to float through the speakers and Adrien idly wondered what other songs were on the music player. He scrolled through and grinned at the screen when he saw his favourite singer – Jagged Stone – listed under Marinette's favourites. He pressed play and began carefully looking around for breakfast supplies. The least he could do would be to prepare breakfast for her, and the fact that Tikki remained silent and just eyed him curiously ensured him that Marinette was still fast asleep.

That didn't stop him from sneaking to her room to check though.

A smile broke out across his face as he saw the same girl from last night, looking completely different and even almost, vulnerable. The girl was lying on her stomach, her flowery blanket only half covering her legs which were sprawled apart, her left dangling precariously over the edge of her queen sized-bed. One of her pigtails had come completely loose in her sleep, covering her pillow, whilst the other held together for its life on her shoulder. Adrien saw her pink pyjama bottoms with white bunny faces on them which had ridden up one of her legs and her white tank top that had ridden up her back a little. She actually looked quite...cute, he thought to himself.

The boy carefully shut the door and made his way back to kitchen, humming to the music as he prepared coffee and eggs and toast. It wasn't until he started singing along to his favourite song that he realised Tikki had perked up and was whistling and clicking along. Adrien reached out and found the bird was prepared to push her head into his finger for scratches, much like his cat Plagg.

"She likes you," a sleepy voice said and Adrien could hear the smile in her voice.

"It appears she does," he turned and smiled at Marinette, noticing she had brushed her hair and pulled on a pyjama shirt that matched her pants.

"How did you sleep?"

"Quite well, actually. Thank you for letting me stay the night," Adrien took his finger from the cage and Tikki let out a squawk of annoyance. "I made you breakfast, I mean, it's not much, I'm not a chef or anything, but it was the least I could do. Oh and I made coffee," he gestured to the teapot on the island and saw Marinette's cheek turn pink.

"That-That's very nice of you," Marinette stumbled, as she watched her feet take her to the stool on the other side of the bench. It wasn't until she was sitting that she looked up curiously at her music player. "Jagged Stone?"

"Yeah, he's awesome, don't you think? I think it's cool you like him too," Adrien smiled as he sat next to her and began pouring coffee for them both.

"Y-Yeah. I wouldn't have picked you as a Jagged Stone fan, though. I mean, in all the interviews you never said-" Marinette squeaked as if to stop herself from talking and Adrien looked at her curiously, seeing her cheeks turn a rose colour as she took a sip of coffee.

"Ah, I only say what they want to hear and they only hear what they want to write, you know?" he replied with a shrug. "Somehow my father and the media think I'll lose fans if they find out I like heavier music. But I have a feeling that he's more worried about the money."

"What do you mean?" Marinette asked her plate as she picked at her eggs. Had he done something wrong? Did she not like eggs? Had he cooked them in a way she didn't like?