Red Strings And Markers

t h i r t e e n

“So, did you save Adrien?” Tikki asked.

“Tikki, don’t talk about it!” Marinette groaned, shoving her face into a pillow.

“You should go take care of him! Remember, he’s hurt!”

Marinette groaned once again and she rolled of the bed, going out of her room and across the living room to knock on Adrien’s door.

“Are you okay in there?” Marinette called.

The door opened, revealing an Adrien with a baggy clothing, a t-shirt and some sweatpants. His hair still had droplets of water in it, tainting his white shirt see through.

“Dinner is on the table.”

“That’s good, I’m starving.” The two went to the kitchenette, sitting at the small dining room table where Marinette had set up the food. A lamb stew that smelled delicious and a salad. Adrien looked down at his food, surprise lacing his features and Marinette noticed.

“Oh my god, your diet regime. I completely forgot, I’m so sorry!” Marinette mentally face-palmed herself as she remember that Adrien is supposed to be on a strict eating diet due to his figure.

“Marinette, it’s-“

“No, no, no, it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ll go get you something new.” The two had already sat, Marinette across the table from Adrien. She began to stand, chuckling at her own stupidity. “I’m such a dummy!” She laughed and Adrien quickly grabbed her wrist, making her look down at him.

“Mari, it’s okay. I’ll eat it, now sit.” His voice was firm and… and seductive as he told her to sit, letting go of her wrist.

“Oh.” A small blushed creeped across Marinette’s cheeks as she sat. “Okay.” She spoke quietly.

She watched as Adrien picked a small spoonful of soup, bringing it to his mouth. She watched as his jaw extended and closed, how it clenched as he chewed and swallowed.

“Oh.” Adrien looked down at his food and Marinette visibly cringed.

“Is it that bad?” Marinette asked quietly.

He shook his head, looking up at her with childlike sparkling eyes. “It’s great!” Adrien began chowing down.

Marinette giggled at his enthusiasm and began to eat some food herself.

They eat in silence, the two of them enjoying their food, but stealing glances at each other every so often.

Adrien liked the way her downcast eyes made her eyelashes fan out over her cheek bones, her midnight black blue hair, he just noticed, weren’t in their usual pigtails. It was let loose, still humid on her shoulders.

“You should let your hair down more often.”

Marinette looked up at him curiously. “What?”

Adrien jumped, not realizing he had spoken his thoughts out loud. “O-Oh, I said you should let you hair down more often. It… It really suits you.” His ears were tinged pink and Marinette almost dropped her spoon.

“O-Oh, u-um, you thanks? I mean, t-thank you.” An awkward silence filled up the room until they finished dinner. Even though housekeeping would pick up any plates or trays, Marinette still washed them, with Adrien’s insistence of help.

“Drink these.” Marinette held two white pills in her hands, a cup of water in the other. “Pain killers.”

“You’re my life saver.” Adrien groaned, downing the pills with some water. Adrien leaned in and gave her kiss on the cheek, without thinking. When his lips made contact with skin, the two froze.