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Marinette stares blankly at the wall.
She can’t stop. It’s mesmerising, the drywall with the coffee stain, with the green–ish spot where Juleka squashed a bug that was freaking Rose out, with Mlle. Bustier’s cheesy educational posters, with–
“Hey,” a voice interrupts her thoughts, and she blinks, staring up at… Adrien.
“Hi,” she replies dumbly. He presses his hand on top of hers, and says quietly, “Are you okay?”
Marinette nods slowly, and then shakes her head. “Um… what?”
“Class ended ten minutes ago,” Adrien tells her. “I thought you seemed a little, uh… out of it, this morning. So– I thought I’d check on you.”
Marinette shakes her head harshly, attempting to clear the fog. “Yeah– sorry, I’m okay. Just– just tired, you know?”
He smiles. “I know… Hey–” he scratches his head– “do you want to tell me about anything? Like, is there anything I can do to help you with… anything? Even just listen?”
She gives a humourless laugh. I’m a teenage superhero and I have no idea what I’m doing. Also, I’m in love with two boys– and one of them is you. “No, you can’t help. Thanks for the offer, though.”
Adrien frowns slightly, placing his hand back on hers, making her jump slightly at the touch. “Of course. Uh– you have my number, if you change your mind.”
She smiles. “Thanks, kitty.”
Fuck.