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1. morning
it's been a month since they got their own house. the sunrise peeks from the blinds and it's softly making their bedroom glow.
marinette doesn't want to wake up despite having to get up for work in... she checks the clock, 17 minutes. instead, she buries herself farther into the duvet and closer to adrien's gently rising and falling chest.
she checks his eyes. they're still closed.
she puts her right leg over him in a half-spoon position, facing the window. not just to look at outside, but also his face.
he looks so peaceful
she rests her head beside his shoulder, touching it with her forehead. and then she thinks, fuck it--she can sleep longer like this.
2. bench
class had just ended, and the two of them are beat. marinette stretches her back, anticipating the loud cracks she's after, as adrien gets his things in his bag.
they're not seated beside each other, but they are close--just across their desks. marinette gets her sling and waits for adrien to get up. she can see his eyes edge on giving up.
on days adrien's schedule is free, becoming more frequent as of usual, now that his mom is okay with not letting him model, it's become tradition for them to spend their afternoons together.
as they walk out the school, marinette pauses--do they go to her house, to his, or...
her house, for some reason, feels suffocating as of the moment--and she also just doesn't feel like going home just yet. maybe they can go to adrien's? but... his room's too big. too confining. it's more comfortable as of late, but it's also too quiet there.
they decide to go to the nearby park. she can see school kids playing, but after years of hanging out there, she'd unconsciously tuned it away as white noise, relaxing and familiar as it reminded her of her younger self. marinette and adrien notice they'd been clutching each other's hands the whole way--they'd become so used to it that it became instinctual. it felt wrong not to.
they spot a bench in the shade and rush (albeit slow, because they're still sleepy) to take it before anyone else does (even though the park isn't that full) and set their bags on the ground.
adrien tilts his head at her. 'you or me?' he means. 'you can, for today,' she tilts back. their routine continues. lately, after a long day at school, they've taken to sleeping on each other's laps. adrien used to remark that marinette's was better than any other pillow he can buy.
and so, he motions to lie on the bench. it wasn't exactly very comfortable, like a mattress, but it'll do. it's not like he couldn't sleep on hard surfaces, and he thinks it feels good. marinette's sleepy too, but this time she lets herself just nod off and not focus on anything. she either lets her mind wander, or she just observes random objects outside--looking at the trees, the cars, or the clouds.
but one thing she always does is to comb her fingers through his hair. sometimes repetitively as she's deep into thought, or sometimes she changes it up a little by scratching near his ears, sometimes waiting a bit to see if he leans closer. he usually does. sometimes she momentarily stops just to look at her love, under her on her lap, until he whines and she continues to pet him.
it goes like this until hours later, when either of their parents call them. and they pack up and head to the house of whoever's parents called, and have dinner together. eventually, their day together concludes as the other has to go home. : (
but it's fine. the benches will always be there, and they can always still hang out the next day.