A Knight & his Princess

Part Eight; Frantic

The first thing that Adrien woke up to was not his black comforter and the stench of cheese. What he didn't expect to wake up to certainly was not a scent of lavender in the air, a mouthful of hair, and a pink duvet. Adrien bolted awake, unaware of where he was. 'What did I do last night?', he thought. He tried to take in everything at once, noticing how much pink and homey this room was compared to his back at his mansion. He moved his hand in hopes to find Plagg hiding under the sheets, waiting for him, or his phone to find out where he was, anything. Sure enough, he did find something, but didn't expect to feel how warm it was.

"The hell..?" Adrien turned to his left to see exactly what his hand was holding. His hand was gripping the arm of Marinette, and suddenly, all of his memories from the night before came into his head. 'This isn't my room, it's Marinette's - and I shouldn't be in here.'

Sudden realization that his transformation came undone started to register in his head. The gears inside his head were turning but not enough to give him a way out. He didn't know what to do, he may have been in this situation before but he wasn't even able to find Plagg. His eyes roamed around the room, and suddenly the room looked so foreign considering the amount of times he's been inside. He began to panic, cold sweat slowly surrounding his body as he considered to search for Plagg while sitting in the same place he was when he woke up. Be it he moves, he'll wake up Marinette...

'This wouldn't have been a problem if I were honest about my identity with Marinette. If I had shown her she has been in love with the same person all this time, then... I wouldn't have to hide.' Feeling guilty for being unable to gain the confidence needed to show Marinette who he is under the mask, Adrien slowly began to sink into her duvet. 'All this time', he believed, 'I haven't told Marinette the truth - the whole truth. She deserves so much, and I can't do as little as telling her who I am.' 

Marinette began to shift in her sleep, tossing and turning while still laying unconscious. Adrien turned to her, seeing how she clung to him. If he could just pry her off of his arm, he could quickly run downstairs. Surely, it wasn't late enough to the point that her parents would be awake.

He soon had a plan. If he unlatches her from him, he could stand up and search for Plagg then walk out of the room. Once he leaves, he could pretend as if nothing of the sort happened and then soon - when he's confident enough - tell Marinette who she's been with this whole time-

"Adrien..?"

i'm back.