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Adrien couldn’t bear to see the sight in front of him. Watching Marinette do such a horrible deed was utterly shocking. Never, in all the years he’d known her, loved her, had he ever expected that such a sweet, wonderful girl would do something so… so… ghastly.
Adrien’s eyes narrowed on Marinette. She looked up, smiling like she was innocent, like she hadn’t done something so horrid. Oh so heartbreaking, something so horrible it was destroying his soul. Adrien felt a pain in his chest, almost like someone put a fist through his chest and ripped his heart apart until there was nothing left but shreds. He had always been nothing but a good, loving, supportive boyfriend to her, and this was how she chose to repay him?
She chose to hit him right where it would hurt the most.
Adrien still couldn’t believe they’d gotten to this point. The day, while not ordinary in the slightest, was still shaping up to be a pretty good day. Now that they were nineteen and a year into university, Marinette and Adrien had decided to take the next step in their relationship and move in together. They’d spent weeks apartment hunting, packing, and buying new things for their new home before the actual moving day arrived.
They’d spent the whole morning carrying in boxes which was a tiresome task, but the perfect opportunity to show off his muscles in front of Marinette. He’d spent the whole day flirting with her, ignoring her remarks of protest. It had taken a few hours to get all the boxes inside their apartment, but once they had, Adrien instantly felt a wave of exhilaration wash over his exhausted body.
He was moving in with Marinette, and that meant they’d be together all the time! They’d wake up together, fall asleep in each other’s arms, do household chores together, and snuggle while watching Netflix after a long day. It sounded much better than just seeing her for a few hours in the day because now he’d get all twenty-four of them.
He hugged her from behind as she dug through the boxes marked “Living Room” in black sharpie. She leaned into the couch as she began to take out some knick-knacks and place them on the shelves. Adrien watched her work, how she placed every item meticulously, as if she’d mentally mapped where everything was going to go. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she did. After all, she had named all three of their children before they officially got together.
Gosh, he loved this woman so much. Over the years, she had only become more beautiful, kinder, more heroic, more creative. She wowed everyone with the designs she created, and she continued to save people from Hawkmoth’s clutches. Every single day, he started to fall deeper and deeper in love with his woman.
Adrien pressed a kiss to her cheek, followed by a few more kisses that went further and further down her neck. Marinette giggled, then pushed him off of her. He whimpered, and if he was suited up, he was sure that his cat ears would be down, pressed against his hair.
“No kisses yet, Kitty,” Marinette booped him on the nose. “We have to work.”
“But you’re my girlfriend!” he complained. “And we have our own apartment together now!” He grabbed her hand and spun her around, holding her close. He moved her head so it was closer to hers, their lips a hairsbreadth apart. “Come on, Mari, we can just work later.” Before his lips touched hers, she put her finger between them, smirking.
“Well, then, I guess I forgot to tell you that you have to go build our bed. I mean, if you want to do it later, I guess we’ll have no place to—”
Adrien’s eyes widened and he dashed to their bedroom. “I’ll be done soon!” He yelled over his shoulder, pulling out the instructions to make the bed. His heart raced as he began, following each instruction intently. He hummed to himself as he built it, using Plagg’s help.
“You realize she was only talking about sleeping, right?” Plagg said as he handed Adrien the next screw.
“Uh-huh, sure, Plagg,” Adrien retorted sarcastically, even though there was a possibility that was all Marinette was implying.
Building the bed was difficult—he had to call on Marinette for help twice, although he was able to do most of it by himself—but he finished three hours later. He put on the sheets and pillows, making the bed before coming out, hoping that Marinette would be just as tired as he was and ready to call it a night. He walked into the living room, finding it completely set up. The pile of boxes sat in the corner of the room, ready to be thrown out.
He looked to the kitchen area where Marinette had begun putting away some of their kitchen materials. She must’ve not noticed he was there because she continued to work, completely unphased by his presence. As she worked, however, there was a wedge of camembert sitting on the kitchen island. And, much to Adrien’s horror, she took a bite of it.
And then another.
“I don’t get how Adrien hates this stuff,” she murmured before humming along to the music she was playing again. “It’s so good.”
“So true!” Plagg yelled, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. “There’s a reason why camembert is the cheese of my dreams.”
Marinette’s head shot up, and she caught Adrien’s gaze. He stared at her in shock.
That led them back to where they began. Adrien narrowed his eyes on Marinette, watching as her cheery mood changed to one of pure horror.
“Adrien, I can explain—” she began, but he stopped her.
“You eat camembert ?”
“You have to marry her, Adrien!” Plagg yelled, shaking Adrien’s arms.
Adrien's cheeks burned bright red, but he ignored the feeling. He was supposed to be in despair right now, not mapping out his future with Marinette.
Marinette seemingly ignored Plagg’s comment as well. “Look, Adrien—”
“You betrayed me! I can’t believe my girlfriend is a… a… camembert eater!” He sighed dramatically, looking away from her.
“I’m so sorry, Adrien, but I can’t help myself! It’s just too good!”
“How could you do this to me? I… I thought I wouldn’t have to be roommates with just a camembert eater anymore. Plagg stinking up my room was more than enough. Now you too?”
Marinette came out of the kitchen, standing across from him. “In my defense, it tastes a lot better than it smells.”
Adrien huffed, glancing towards her for a second. “Too bad I built a really comfy bed just now because…” he trailed off, pressing a hand to his heart and letting out an exasperated sigh. “I can’t share my bed with a camembert eater.”
Plagg flew close to the couple. “You literally shared a bed with me for years—”
“This isn’t about you, Plagg! My girlfriend has betrayed me! After I’ve been nothing but good to her.”
Plagg shook his head and flew away to Tikki, murmuring something about “Stupid human beings.”
“Where do you propose I sleep then?” Marinette whispered.
Adrien pointed to the couch, now decorated with the throw pillows Marinette had bought while they were prepping to move into the apartment. Adrien felt despair rise in his chest, and it wasn’t just because Marinette liked the same food as Plagg.
“You don’t mean it, do you?”
Adrien nodded. “I mean it.”
Marinette stepped closer to him. “Not even if say I love you very, very much, and I tell you you’re the best thing that ever happened to me?”
Adrien gulped at her smirk, his façade cracking.
“Because, honestly, I think you’re pretty grate. In fact, I don’t think any relationship can be cheddar than this. Besides, I camembert to see you this upset, Kitty.”
Adrien was going weak at the knees, practically falling for her all over again. Never, in all the years they’d dated, had Marinette ever punned. She would tell him that his puns were terrible on the daily and refused to never actually partake in the activity herself. Forget doing it three times in a row. “M’lady…” he whispered, lips subconsciously curling up into a goofy grin. “Did you pun?”
“If I told you I did, would you really brie -lieve it?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Wow, Mari, your puns are mozzare -hella good.” With that, he pressed his lips to hers. While the lingering pungent taste of camembert remained on her lips, it was quickly masked with her special taste, something that made Adrien forget why he felt so betrayed in the first place.
“So,” Marinette remarked when they separated. “Am I still going to have to sleep on the couch?”
“I’m sure I’ll let this one slice . Those puns really did it for me, m’lady.”
“So you’re not mad that your girlfriend’s a camembert eater ?”
“No,” Adrien said, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. “That girlfriend's too gouda for me to worry about that."