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Despite Marinette’s reassurances that everything was fine, Adrien still worried the whole time she dragged him back to her house. He only stopped when she did. “My parents won’t stop bothering us if they know I brought you home, so I’ll meet you up there.” She told him, giving him a little push towards the front door before disappearing around the side.
He went in through the front, giving Sabine a weak smile before going up to Marinette’s room. He wasn’t surprised to find her already there, rummaging through a drawer. When she heard him enter, she turned graced him with what she hoped looked like a relaxed grin, but it came out more like an awkward grimace. “So,” She said, holding out a pad. “Uh- this is a pad.” He nodded. Now that he thought about it, it did sound slightly familiar. Marinette ripped it open to show him. “The sticky part goes on the inside of your underwear.” She passed it to him and pushed him gently in the direction of the bathroom.
“Now?” He asked, still slightly bewildered about what was going on.
“Yes, go.” She ushered him away.
As soon as he had left the room, she grabbed her phone to call Alya. She answered with a cheery greeting then a, “What’s up?”
“Alya, I need help!” Marinette wailed as quietly as she could so as to not alarm Adrien if he happened to be able to hear her. Alya was immediately attentive. “Just- period stuff.”
“Oh.” Alya said. Then, “oh.” again as she realised what Marinette was trying to tell her. “I’ll be right over.” Then she hung up.
Not even a minute later, she came barrelling up into her room, glancing around. “Where is he?” She asked.
“In the bathroom. I gave him a pad to use.”
Alya groaned. “Marinette. The poor boy is probably so confused right now!” She chided. “He needs guidance.”
And with that, she swirled around, marched over to the bathroom with Marinette in tow, and banged on the door. “You need any help in there?”
“Um... no, it’s fine.” Adrien called from behind the door.
A few moments later, he emerged, looking uncomfortable. “Do you girls seriously do this all the time?” He asked and when they nodded, he pulled a face. “It’s so uncomfortable.”
Alya snorted at his discomfort. “Welcome to being girl.” She laughed, then gave him a sympathetic look and patted his shoulder. “It’s not all bad, don’t worry.”
The three of them made their way back to Marinette’s room. “Nino’s probably wondering where we are by now so we better go find him.” Alya said, then turned to Adrien. “Will you be alright now?”
When he nodded, she grinned. “Good. Now come on, let’s go get some icecream!”
...
Later that night, Adrien lay on Marinette’s bed, sighing to Tikki. His stomach was hurting again and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Tikki was petting his head sympathetically, offering whatever advice she could, when there was a tap on the trapdoor above them. Adrien shot upright to stare at it in confusion for a moment, before remembering that he was in Marinette’s room and not his. He jumped up to open it and let her in. She swung down and landed neatly on the bed then released her transformation and grinned at him. Tikki flew up to her face to hug her in greeting before flying off to talk to Plagg and Marinette turned her attention back to Adrien. “So, you’re probably not having great time what with having your first period and everything, so I brought some cookies and painkillers because the cramps usually get worse around this time.” It wasn’t until she mentioned that he noticed the container of baked goods that she was holding. She sat down on the bed next to him and held the cookies out to him.
He eagerly accepted them, his mood suddenly lifted now that his lady was with him with cookies. “Thanks, Bugaboo.” He sighed happily.
“Now,” She said, “now that we have time, I’m going to tell you how to deal with a period.” Now that she had had time to calm down, she was ready to more fully educate Adrien on lady problems.
The next hour was spent explaining everything she could think of, from when to change a pad to the problem of swimming on his period, though he decided he would rather just not swim; he was not ready to deal with tampons, thank you very much. By the time she was finished, and he had asked all the questions he had, he was even more tired than he had been before. He yawned, resting his head on her shoulder, noting absently that he had a weirdly comfortable shoulder. He had never noticed before because he had never tried to rest his head on his own shoulder before, which was understandable. Adrien hoped she didn’t mind that he was leaning on her. She probably wanted to go by then.
“Hey Mari,” He murmured, lifting his head slightly to see her face. “I really like you.”
Her face turned red even as she smiled and petted his head. “I really like you too, silly kitty.”
He grinned back at her. She sighed. “I should probably head back now. It’s getting kinda late.”
He nodded, then noticed Plagg hovering nearby, pulling faces at the two of them. “What’s the matter?” Adrien asked.
“Humans are so sappy. Blergh!”
Tikki giggled. “Don’t act like you don’t get all sappy when you meet up with the other kwamis.“ She turned to Adrien and Marinette. “He definitely does.” She told them over the sound of Plagg’s protests.
“I believe it.” Adrien said.
Before Plagg could argue any more in his defence, Marinette called for her transformation. In a few seconds she was Chat Noir again. With a quick wave to Adrien and Tikki, she left, bounding over the rooftops. Adrien sighed happily, sinking back into his pillows. “She’s the best.” He certainly felt tons better now that she had visited him.