❛love letters ❜ (finished)

✰𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗✰

'Dear Ladybug, a little bird told me you like broad shoulders. I might have them. ;). This crush on you just isn't going away... From Cat Noir.'

"That's good, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Okay."

"Okay." Marinette rolls her eyes as she turns over to faceplant her bed. "Let's have a lazy day."

"And do what?" Adrien questions, smiling as Marinette's hair fans out messily around her.

"Talk. Sleep. Watch Modern Family."

"Talk?" He flops onto her bed and kind of ends up halfway sprawled across her back. She makes an irritated sound but doesn't tell him to move. "What about?"

"Just talk," Marinette answers quickly. "Let's play 20 questions. I'll go first. Do you know who Cat Noir is?"

Okay, so Adrien's lied before, but he's never been a fan of direct lying. He's usually more of a skirt-around-the-answer type. "We'll never know if we know Cat Noir until he reveals himself."

Marinette groans in agreement. "I wish he'd get around to it. And get off me, you weigh a ton."

Adrien rolls off her. "Right, so, my turn. Favorite color?"

"Red, definitely red." She pauses, looks away from him, and picks at her sheets. Her toes hit his underneath the sheets and it makes him shiver—half because her toes feel like she marinated them in an icebox and half because the moment with her feels so intimate. "Got your eye on anyone?"

"You, currently," Adrien answers with a grin, covering an eye.

"Shut up, I'm being serious. There's gotta be someone you like."

"I don't like anyone." It's not a lie, not technically since he's far past the point of liking Marinette. "Got everything I need, anyways," he mumbles, closing his eyes. Marinette's toes assault his ankles, making him jump. "Stop, you're cold," Adrien whines.

"Baby," Marinette teases. "You're like a little kitten." He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes."Tired?"

"A little," he admits sheepishly. "But I'm fine. Is it my turn to ask?" He feels her nod. "Alright, um... What do you hope Cat Noir is like?"

It's a selfish question more than anything, but nothing can stop him from asking it. He needs to know if he needs to step up his game and fit the expectations Marinette lays out. She hums thoughtfully, her hand coming up to fiddle with his shirt sleeve. "I want him to be nice."

"That's it?"

"No," Marinette grumbles. "Shut up." Adrien laughs more to himself than anything and wraps an arm around her back. He's okay with cuddling. More than okay. It's highly acceptable, even if her cold toes are pressing against his ankles. "I want him to be, like, sweet, you know? To have him balance me out. And I just want him to like me, really. That's it."

"That can't be it," Adrien says disbelievingly. "You've gotta want more than that."

"I just hope we get along," Marinette sighs out. "If I ever meet him, that is."

"You will."

"I hope."

"No, you will," he repeats. "Anything else?"

"I don't want an earth-shattering first kiss."

Adrien is quiet. "Why not?"

He feels Marinette shrug where she's burrowed against his chest. He's very warm and very content. "I just. I don't want it. It would be better if it just felt like kissing my best friend."

Two things happen. Adrien stops breathing, and Marinette moves even closer to him. Her hand on his arm feels like a knife in his chest. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Marinette says. "I just want it to feel right. And, like, we both know I'm not the most experienced person, so it'd be nice to have him be understanding. Gosh, I'm so whiny today."

"No, you aren't," Adrien says, almost offended. "You're allowed to be vulnerable. He'll appreciate that."

"He better," Marinette grumbles, making Adrien smile. He pulls her closer and feels something like hope.

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