miraculous minibug 🐞

Size Disparity

Adrien.

She was staying with Adrien.

Her heart was clearly trying to bust out of her ribcage.

"Tikki? Tikki!" She opened her purse.

"I'm here, Marinette. But the akuma got me as well. It looks like we'll have to accept the situation for the time being." The kwami spoke from inside the shrunken bag.

"Great. You, too? At least it's Adrien and not some creep..." She stared at the ceiling.

The bathroom door opened, and he stepped out.

Adrien.....

She'd been in his room before. She'd even taken things from here.
But for him to actually be aware...that was a different story.

He walked over to the piano.
"Huh? Marinette..? Is that you?"

"H-hi!" She squeaked.

"Did the akuma get you?" He asked, gently picking her up.

"Y-yep! Struck me right as I was escaping! Chat Noir brought me here, said you would take care of me...at least till Ladybug fixes things." She felt her cheeks heat up.

"He..actually just talked to me about it! So, I hope this isn't too much trouble for you...but feel free to make yourself comfortable!" He showed her the room, which could have honestly been three in one.
"Are you hungry at all? Sorry that I don't have much, but we could go out tomorrow and prepare."

Go out tomorrow..."Y-yeah! Sure! Sounds good to me!"

"So, yeah. Make yourself comfortable, try not to disappear...."

"Okay!"

If I'm this small...and I'm in this townhouse of a room for the forseeable future...so many opportunities!

She began to make her way towards where he kept his clothes.
"I can't...believe this..."
She would have to go up an entire spiral of stairs. At the size of an actual ladybug.

"So, Marinette, I have to go to fencing around now, and it looks like you'll have to come with me." Adrien smiled with an apology written across his eyes.

She knew that, of course, but acted as if she didn't. "Oh, really? That--that's fine with me!"

Adrien distanced himself from his shrunken friend and proceeded to panic.

"Hey, Plagg..? How exactly am I going to be able to hide the both of you?"

"You can just put her somewhere else!" The miniature god offered.

"Or...we could fit you in my jacket. There's plenty of camembert for you. I mean, it'd have to be that way for now."

"All this for just one girl?" Despite the small complaint, the plan worked.

And after the practice had ended, everything seemed fine.

Or would be fine. For now, anyway.