A/N: I apologize but I had to.
"Go to sleep. Let me handle this for a while."
He shook his head. "No, I've got it …"
He was out on patrol. Sure, he'd spent all day at photo shoots, finishing an essay, and had a piano recital… but he could get through it…
"You're dead on your feet. Please, just take the night off… for me?"
He looked at the ground. "Are you sure?"
"It reminded me of you."
"Really?" she blushed. "But, Adrien, this must be really expensive, I can't…"
He put a hand over her mouth. "Nope. You're taking the fabric. That's final." He removed his hand. "I know how much you like making designs, and I don't need this."
"It's perfect. I can't believe you got this stuff…"
"Any time. Happy birthday, Mari."
"No, no, it's my treat!"
"No. Put your wallet away, Chat."
The bakery was almost empty, and she was smiling at him… well, it was more of a grin, if he was being honest. She was trying to make him take the cupcake, and refusing any money. It was kind of aggravating… but mostly cute.
"Look, it's chocolate. Just take it," she raised an eyebrow. "You know you're hungry."
"… Okay fine! Thanks!" he grabbed it, taking a huge bite. "Oh god, this is good."
"Don't mention it. Like, seriously, my parents would not be happy if they knew I was giving away free cupcakes."
"Come here. Let me fix it."
She sighed, handing him the phone. "I just can't figure it out. I know there's got to be a way to get the video back, but- oh, that was fast."
"I have one just like this. It's no big deal," he smiled. "Anyway, I owe you."
"Saving Paris. Every day."
"I'll walk you home."
"No, you don't have to do that…"
"It's midnight. In the biggest city in France. You think I'm letting you walk home alone?"
"But my house is in the opposite direction of yours!"
He grabbed her hand and began pulling her.
"Seriously, let go!"
He rubbed his forehead. "Only if you let me walk you home."
"…Well, if you really don't mind…"
"Have a good day at school!"
"How could I not?" he smirked, kissing her hand. "If my lady so wishes it."
"Very funny. I mean it," she rolled her eyes.
If Marinette noticed the size of Adrien's smile as he walked into class that morning, she chalked it up to good luck.
"I dreamt about you last night."
She was looking across the sky at the city. She looked peaceful in a way he hadn't seen her be in months.
"A good dream, I hope?" he smiled.
"Well… not really. You got hurt."
"You took an attack again. I was scared. It sounds dumb, but I was so happy to see you this morning, safe… well, safe-ish. It scares me when you do that stuff, Chat."
"Please keep yourself safe."
"… I'll try."
"Take my seat."
"Oh, no, I didn't…"
He'd already stood up though, and she was blushing furiously as he pulled the seat out for her.
"Not a problem."
"I saved a piece for you."
He grinned. "Oh?"
"Yep. It's strawberry shortcake. I made it myself," she smiles. "C'mon, you can't just drop by and expect not to be stuffed with sugar."
"Good thing I like sweets, isn't it?"
She went to the fridge and pulled out the piece she'd saved. "Why do you keep coming here, anyway? Shouldn't you be doing something more interesting?"
"Trust me, Princess, you're plenty interesting."
"I'm so sorry for your loss."
He stared blankly at the stone. His mother. "It's been years. Don't worry about it."
"You're my friend, of course I'm worried," she looked at him carefully. "If you don't want me here…"
"It's fine. Thanks, I mean."
"I'm here if you need to talk, okay?"
"I'd appreciate that."