"Plagg, stop it. It's not working," Adrien told his kwami, who just tried to help. He was currently hiding in the bushes, right after an akuma attack. Because of his recklessness he got thrown into a wall and judging by his luck, there was an sharp object, just waiting for him to cut himself on.
Plagg was trying to push the white shirt he wore more to the wound, but it wasn't helping.
"Stop being so ungrateful, Adrien. I'm doing whatever I can," Plagg sighed as he couldn't do it anymore. He was exhausted because he transformed Adrien.
"I'm sorry, Plagg," he said. "Now stop it, before you hurt yourself," he said and picked up his kwami, which was exhausted. He was lucky that it was already dark and nobody could see him.
He took of his white shirt, so he was only in the black t-shirt and tied it around the wound. He put his tired kwami, behind his neck, so it could hide between his messy hair.
He groaned and tried to stand up, but failed.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" his eyes went wide, as he recogned the voice. It was his classmate's. He was trying to be quiet, but failed as he accidentaly pressed the wounded arm against the tree. He let out a yelp and Marinette soon came to see who is there.
'She's brave,' Adrien thought to himself.
"A-Adrien?" she stuttered. Ah, here we go again.
"Oh, hi Marinette," he tried his best to cover -now red - shirt on his arm.
"Uh, w-what are you d-doing here?" she asked, carefully, not wanting to go too much into his privacy.
"Just, -uh went for a walk. Needed some fresh air, huh-" he had no idea, what the hell was he supposed to say to her.
"Your arm!" in the dark she could see very well.
"Don't worry, it's just a scratch," he tried to calm Marinette down, but it looked like he pissed her off.
"A scratch? You're bleeding like crazy! What happened?" suddenly her stuttering was gone, and worry was on its spot. She grabbed his arm so she could see better.
"I got cut," he told her the truth. She sighed.
"We need to get you to hospital, Adrien!" he said siriously.
"No!" she was suprised by his tone. "Please, everywhere but hospital," his tone was lowered down, so it was only heard as a wisper.
"But,-" he looked at her, with eyes no one could resist.
"Fine, but we need to get you help," he nodded and followed her. No one of them realized they were still holding hands. It just felt so right.
She brought him to bakery. She had no idea what was she doing, but she knew she had to help the poor boy, with him being her crush or not.
"We need to be quiet. My parents are already asleep," she said in a wisper and he nodded. He looked at the clock. It was already 11 p.m.
How long was he in those bushes? For hours? Akuma attack ended like before 9 p.m.
They didn't go upstairs. She let go of his hand as she grabbed the first help kit from dowstairs. They sat dawn on the chairs that were there for costumers to sit and relax.
"Thank you, Marinette," he said.
"Wait until we finish, then thank me," she showed no emotion, as she slowly took of his white shirt that was tied around his arm. Adrien sighed, because he knew she would freak out.
"What were you even doing to get a wound like this?" he was so grateful she didn't stutter infront of him anymore.
"Uh I told you. I cut myself," he repeated.
She rolled her eyes, but let it drop.
"You're lucky. It's wide, but it's not deep," she said. "This might sting a bit," with that she cleaned his wound, even though she knew it was hurting him.
The way her hands touched his arm, he couldn't help but notice they were both red in the faces. But none of them minded.
When she was done, she carefully pulled the sleeve of his t-shirt down and realized it is also covered in blood.
"You can't go home like this," she said to herself.
"What do you mean?" he asked, not really knowing what she meant.
"Your shirt is covered in blood. Don't you think, your father will get a little suspisious?"
His face fell a little when she mentioned his father, but shook his head. He wouldn't notice, but Natalie would.
"You're right, but I don't have anything else with me," he sighed and tried to move his arm a little, but the pain shot through.
Her face lighted up, as she remembered something.
"Wait here," she said and soon came downstairs with a shirt in her hands.
Adrien looked at her with a questionable look.
"Uh I was t-trying to make a man's piece of clothing and I- uh I started with a shirt," he didn't mind stuttering much this time.
"I can't take this, Marinette. You've worked so hard on it!" he said.
"D-Don't worry about it. It's not the best p-piece I've made, but I hope it helps you. And hopefully it's your size," she shyly smilled.
She turned around, so she could give him a bit of privacy. He was so happy he had a friend like her.
The shirt she made was fitting perfectly on him and couldn't help but notice how beautiful style of designing she had.
"Thank you so much, Marinette! I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you," he hugged her carefully, not wanting to hurt his arm too much. "How can I ever repay you?"
She hugged him back, being so red in face. Nearly as red as her Ladybug suit.
"Just be careful next time, whatever you were doing that got hurt," she said in his new shirt.
"No, but really," he slightly pulled away, so he could look into her eyes.
"Yes, but really," they laughed a little.
"Thank you, Marinette. I don't know what I did to deserve a friend like you!"
'A friend like you' Marinette's face nearly fell when she heard that. But for now it will have to be enough.
"Please, can this stay between us? I don't want anyone knowing I got hurt," she nodded. "It will be our little secret!" she smiled happily.
"If you want to know. I got thrown into a wall, when Ladybug and Chat Noir were fighting the akuma," he said, kissed her on a cheek, before he waved goodbye.
Tikki flew out from wherever she was hiding and sat on her shoulder, as she dreamingly watched as crush left.
"I'm never washing my cheek again," she said to her kwami.
"You said that for your jacket, yet you washed it anyway," she laughed at the girl.
"Then Tikki, let's not make that mistake again."
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The next day, when she got to school Adrien greeted her and dragged her somewhere where they were alone.
"Thank you, for letting me borrow the shirt," he said, trying to give it back to her.
"No, no. Keep it. I-I think it's better you wear it. I don't know what I would do with a man shirt in my closet," she cuckled.
"Oh well. Thank you so much, Marinette," he hugged her again and started walking to the class, since it was nearly time to start first lesson.
"Wasn't that shirt meant for him?" Tikki asked.
"Well at least I was able to give him it this time," she sighed.
"And this time, he actually knows it's from you,"
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hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing it. i know there are some typos and i apologize, since english isnt my first language.
-N