Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

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After he left, I try to turn on the TV, but Tikki floats up in my face, "You already know what he said. Don't touch his stuff."

I shrug, feeling lonely, "I don't know what to do, I'm so bored...." And then my eyes light up with an idea. I tell my kwami, "You know what? I'm gonna make him something nice to eat, so this ice between us can thin down a bit."

She nods willingly, "Yesss, Marinette, that's a good way to show him that you want a fresh start."

With that support, I instantly get to work. Firstly, I take some available vegetables from the fridge, then cut and sauté them in a pan with a fair amount of spices. Ohhh Goddd, just the smell was making me hungry. Next, I roll out ready-made pie crust in a proper round shape and basically fill it with the veggies to make a quiche (with my mom's recipe). I add cheese over it once I cover it with a layer of pie dough, and then poke small holes for even cooking. Once the oven is preheated, I quickly grab oven mitts and place it inside.

I wipe some sweat off my forehead, "Whew, I usually mess these kinds of dishes up, but hopefully this time it's better."

"Marinette, you have to sit down, your feet are getting swollen. Look." Tikki tells me, and so I sit at the dining table.

"What if it doesn't turn out as good?" I wonder out loud, slightly insecure.

"The quiche? Of course, it will. I'm positive he will like it. You worry too much!"

I start biting my nails, and get up after 33 minutes to check the oven. It is mostly golden-brown, yet it seems like I should wait a few more minutes. I do not want to undercook it because that will leave it chewy and doughy. And I also do not want to overcook it because that would make it a bit too crispy. Feeling cold all of a sudden, I retie my light-pink robe around myself and realize that the main door had opened a couple moments ago. "Tikki, hide.." I order my kwami with a whisper as I grab the oven mitts and carefully take out the dish from the oven, then place it on a cooling rack beside the sink.

Félix turns into the kitchen and then stops in his tracks, staring at me, then at the rack, "...Okay, what must that be?"

I smile, "I made you a quiche."

"First of all, I never asked you to, and why the fuck would I eat something you made? I merely consume takeout from restaurants. Plus, who instructed your ass to come into MY kitchen and start cooking?" He harshly spits at me, and puts his bag of takeout onto the counter with aggression.

My heart shatters right there for being so sweet. I speak, almost as a whisper, "Oh, I-I didn't know. I was just trying to be nice, thinking if we could restart--"

He cuts me off and shoots a glare my way like a menace, "No, I don't need your hospitality, thank you very much. Don't step here again, understood?"

My mouth was completely dry like sand. What did I do that was so wrong? He is such a jerk! I thought to myself with my eyes turning glassy.

Then, he throws a small piece of metal towards me, "Here's the room key," but I wasn't able to catch it, so it drops to the floor, producing a slight clang. My toes twitch as I reach down to grab it, and as I do, my robe suddenly falls open, sending goosebumps up my spine. I grit my teeth, "Thanks."

To my surprise, I hear him suck in air when I straighten my posture, and I look up. His mouth is open in shock, staring at my belly and then at my face, back and forth. Instantly, I wrap the robe back around myself for coverage, and my hands are shaking in some kind of shame.

He starts to speak, "...Fuck, Marinette, are you- are you- I didn't know that- I'm-"

Quickly, I turn away and go down the hall to unlock my bedroom. I completely ignore everything he says, and move my three suitcases inside. Then, I immediately walk in and lock my door, trembling like a child.

I slump down into the bed and release all the tears with rapid breaths.

Even something as simple as breathing made my lungs and heart ache with pain...