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Spring break was garbage.
Everyone was either gone or busy. Alya cancelled on every plan they had and each day that passed made Marinette's mood dip lower and lower. There was only so many hours she could spend playing Mecha Strike III, knitting, and reading before she would lose her mind.
Sure she was friends with the kids in her class but she felt too awkward hitting one of them up for a one on one hangout. Alya and the girls were fun together but she cringed thinking about just getting ice cream with Mylene or painting her nails with Juleka, as much as she loved them. And since Alya had apparently thrown her phone into the Seine (a conclusion she'd deduced from a lack of response on SnapChat and through text), Marinette was giving her the electronic cold shoulder.
Right now it was 1:30 am and the only person awake at this unearthly hour was Adrien Agreste.
M: im soooo tired
A: then go to bed!
M: no cuz im looking up menus
A: wdym?
M: like, food menus? do u do that? am i the only person that does that? idk i was talking to someone at school the other day and they said that it was weird that i did that
A: mari u need to clarify what u mean ur looking up menus im confuscion
M: lol sorry its really late. when im bored or hungry i look up menus from restaurants and its usually sushi cuz i dont really get to eat sushi very often
A: rnt u asian tho
M: oh my god karen u cant just ask someone if theyre asian
M: i run a french bakery agreste, not an asian cuisine restaurant
A: XD ok ok im sorry
M: auuuughaujm im dying right now
A: u could always go get some
M: adrian take a good look at the clock and then tell me what people are typically doing at this time
A: hm i guess ur right
Adrien's icon hadn't popped up in a while and she assumed that he took her comment for passive aggressiveness and went to sleep. Huffing, Marinette turned back to the makeup tutorial on Pinterest and continued to internally lament her empty stomach. She passed by a recipe for pizza and her mood changed slightly. What she wouldn't give for a slice of greasy pizza with no sauce and crappy cheese. Stupid cravings. Suddenly, she heard a tapping coming from her window and she turned her head so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.
"Chat Noir, what the hell are you doing?" Marinette whispered aggressively. "Get in here," and the cat the color of night crawled through her window. Though they obviously knew the other under the mask, due to the public and never knowing who could possibly have a phone recording, they resorted to calling each other by their super hero name when they were in their suit.
"I thought I'd take a Princess out to dinner. Or breakfast." Chat wrinkled his nose slightly. "Sushi for breakfast..."
"Would you actually take me to get sushi??" Marinette squealed. "Chat!!" She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His cheeks turned pink as he looked down and scuffed one metal tipped boot at her floor. "Well um...I kind of read up on the internet, and...I figured maybe you were having some cravings? Y'know maybe like...the whole 'wrong number fasco?'" Marinette stared at him with wide eyes and he backed up a bit.
"I mean I don't want to assume!! I just...regardless I wanted to do something nice-" he was cut off with another hug.
"Yes. That's exactly what was happening. Adrien Agreste you truly are an angel sent to Earth." She spun him around back toward the window. "'Kay now get out so I can change real quick."
Throwing on a quick off the shoulder sweater and ripped jeans, she was also crawling out the window and onto Chat's back.
"Hang on Princess."
"It's Marinette to you."
A wink and several rooftops later, they arrived at an alley so that he could transform.
"Just so that news of you going out with Chat Noir at 2 am doesn't get you in trouble with the media or the Internet or anything," Adrien explained. "Or Alya," he added as an afterthought.
"Y'know, I can't help but think that going out with the son of Gabriel Agreste at 2 am is any better," Marinette responded, and Adrien laughed, slinging an arm around her. She stiffened slightly but leaned into his warm body, and together they walked into the restaurant.
After many chopstick fights and several fried sushi rolls later, the check arrived at their table, and Marinette inhaled so loudly that a piece of cucumber flew to the back of her throat. Pounding on her back, Adrien pushed her cup of water to her.
"Are you alright?"
"Adrien I didn't bring any money." She felt the pocket of her jeans for any spare singles but Adrien only smiled at her.
"Mari it was one hundred percent my pleasure. Don't worry about a thing."
As the waiter took the check back, a exhaustion crashed into her body like a wave.
"I'm so tired," she grumbled, and time from then to being carried into her room was distorted. She vaguely remembered being carried across rooftops, but Chat's glowing green eyes and Adrien's sweet smile as she was tucked into bed remained in her mind, even as she woke up the next morning.
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True to herself, Marinette couldn't keep her cold shoulder from Alya for longer than five minutes. The minute she woke up she spilled the entire story to her friend, replacing Chat with Adrien throwing gravel at her window and them sneaking out together.
"Marinette that's freaking crazy!! And amazing! I'm so happy for you girl!" Marinette smiled at her through FaceTime.
"Wait but dude, he didn't let me pay! Before we left the house he didn't remind me to take my wallet or anything! I can't believe he had to pay for all that sushi!!"
"Mari, no boy is going to remind you to take your wallet on a date."
Marinette stopped in her tracks and stared down at the phone.
"Ohmigod was it a date?"
Alya sat back in her chair with a smirk on her face, satisfied.
"Darling I'll let you think about that for a bit."