Nightfall

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She didn't mind the circumstances much. At all, really.

His scent was....intoxicating, and she felt pleasured to be able to breathe so much of it.

It was when day faded into night that it stopped being smooth sailing.

"Adrien, your supplement." Nathalie had welcomed herself into the room to hand Adrien...a chalk tablet?

"Thank you, Nathalie." He stared at it and excused himself to the bathroom.
"Sorry, Marinette."

He stared at the pill with a mix of sadness and anger. Modelling, combined with the standards of his father had forced a strict diet onto him.

A diet that consisted of a lot of pills. This one was the diet pill, the one that was meant to keep his weight desired.

Staring at himself in the mirror, he raised his hand to his mouth and swallowed the pill.

"Plagg? Is..is this supposed to happen? Are these supposed to do this?" The nausea had kicked in.

"I wouldn't know, kid. You're the first I've seen that's had to take these. Which you should stop doing, by the way."

"Marinette..?" He was careful to keep Plagg hidden, as he searched for his shrunken friend.

"Oh! There you are!" He picked her up.
"So...I'm going to go to sleep. But you're still free to do whatever you want to. If you do want to sleep, I prepared a spot for you." He gestured to a small nest of blankets and a pillow.

"...T-thank you. You know, I think...I'll..I'll take your offer." She blushed.

"Okay. So, it's all right there. Again, I'm sorry about the situation." He was sitting on his own bed at this point.

"N-no, don't worry! It's more than okay..." She'd already eased herself into the mess of cushion.







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