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Adrien walked into class on Monday morning with little on his mind besides what he should have for lunch and a certain polka-dotted pattern when he ran smack dab into Kim's back. That was odd for two reasons - one, Kim's desk was near the back of the room, and he was hardly ever up near Adrien’s desk, and two, Kim hardly moved from the force of Adrien running into him because the rest of the class was packed in like sardines around him.
Kim turned to see who had bumped into him, and his eyes lit up when he saw who it was. "Adrien! You have to see this, bro!"
A ripple went through the class and suddenly Adrien was being pushed through the group towards his desk. When he finally got to the middle, he saw that the class wasn't squished in around his desk, but Marinette's. He set his things down while he could.
Alya looked like she was about to pop. "Adrien," she gushed, "you have to see these photos Marinette brought in for our project!"
Adrien looked down at the small scattering of papers that seemed to have everyone in the class completely enamored. He could immediately see why. Splayed out across the desktop were dozens of pictures of baby Marinette. Baby Marinette with bows in her hair, or in little costumes, and even one with her so covered in flour you'd never know her hair was so dark.
Adrien gently picked up what looked like a candid photo of baby Marinette mid laugh, with the distinct feeling of having accidentally put his brain down with his other things.
With wide eyes and a newfound life plan, Adrien quietly murmured, "I want one."
Yep. He had definitely left his brain under his desk. The surrounding students exploded into hysterics as a quiet teakettle sound came from a very red Marinette. Adrien didn't take his eyes off the photo even as he felt Nino's hand on his shoulder and the exasperated " Dude! "
Alya was for once shocked into near silence. Alix, somewhere near the outer ring of the clump who wolf-whistled following it up with "Only one?"
Adrien's head whipped in the direction of the most intelligent thing he had heard in his life. His eyes glazed over as he thought about three little baby Marinettes sneaking pastries off a tray.
Adrien sighed. "Three…" He murmured with a soft smile. He was broken from his reverie by Nino's smack to his side, and Adrien looked back down at the picture he was still holding. "Where do I get them?" he asked innocently, brain still lying useless next to his school bag.
Alya practically shrieked as Nino's mouth popped open. "uhh… They're kinda... made to order, dude."
Adrien's brain finally found his skull at that, but unfortunately Marinette’s skull had already found the desk. Adrien turned a magnificent shade of pink just as Mrs. Bustier walked in the door.
"What is going on here? Everyone to your seats! The bell has rung!" She called to the class.
Adrien quietly slipped the photo back onto Marinette's desk before turning around, still very pink in the face.
Mrs. Bustier examined the now-settling class and landed on Marinette's still prone form. "Marinette? Are you alright?"
Marinette let out a weak whimpering groan without moving. "Alya, can you please take Miss. Dupain-Cheng to the nurse?"
"Again!" someone piped up, and the whole class stifled laughs.
"Everyone else open up your homework!" The whole class groaned.