“Gah!”

Marinette stopped running, turning to the sudden gasp. Adrien was buried in snow, the only visible part of him being his blonde hair. She gasped and jogged over.

“Adrien! Are you okay?” she checked him over for injuries.

“I’m fine, Mari-” unnoticed by Marinette, Adrien paused and a wicked grin crossed his face. Just then, her hand pressed down on his ankle. “Ow!” he exclaimed.

“On no! Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” she fussed around him, not sure what to do.

“I’m okay,” he moved his ankle a bit and winced. “Actually...I think my ankle may be a bit sprained.”

Marinette gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in horror. “I’m so sorry!” she blurted. “I shouldn’t have made you play in the snow! Oh no, what if your dad gets mad at you because of this? Now you can’t walk properly!”

“Marinette,” he stopped her ramble, “I’m fine.” He briefly winced again then painfully smiled, “Honest.”

“Don’t lie to me! You’ll make me feel worse,” she frowned at him but then her guilt overtook her again. “Come on,” she lifted him up, placing his arm over her shoulder and supporting his weight, “The bakery is nearby and I’ll nurse you until you can get picked up.”

“Okay,” he complacently replied. They slowly walked to the bakery, Marinette constantly asking if he was in any pain and him cheerfully reassuring her. When they got there, she briefly explained what happened to her parents and deposited him in the kitchen,

“I’ll get some ice for your ankle,” she hurriedly informed him, and rushed to the freezer.

“Wait!”

She stopped, looking at Adrien worriedly, “What’s wrong?”

“I want to see your room.”

“But-”

“Please?” His pleading look coupled with her guilt made her accede.

“Fine.” She once again mentally thanked herself for taking down the posters and computer screen when they had become better friends She swept him up princess style.

“Hey!”

“What?” she glared at him sternly.

“...Nothing,” he mumbled. She carried him up the stairs and carefully placed him on her cough, not trusting herself to carry him up the loft without any injuries. “Stay here, I’m going to get some ice for you.” She glared at him, effectively cutting off any protests.

“Yes. ma;am” he saluted her. After watching her go down the stairs and making she couldn’t see him, he got up and started inspecting her room. He passed the pictures on her wall, smiling at the happiness they conveyed. With a grin, he sat on her chair and spun himself, quietly laughing in glee. Feeling himself become dizzy, he slowed the spinning and came to a stop. He smiled. The Chat Noir and Ladybug dolls were on her desk, for repairs judging by the needle and thread next to them.

He perked up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs and laid down on the couch just as the top of a head came into view.

“Adrien?” she called, making sure he was still there and didn’t go onto her balcony or something.

“Yes?” he smiled innocently as she sighed in relief. Placing the items on the floor, she inspected his ankle.

“It’s not swelling yet, thank goodness. Here,” she carefully positioned the ice onto his ankle. Turning, she scooped up the pillows on the floor. “Lift your head.” He obliged, and she laid the pillows behind his head. He sighed in bliss.

“Do you need anything else?” she asked.

“A get better kiss?” he requested with a small grin.

“You-” she started huffly, but abruptly stopped with a sigh. She quickly leaned over and kissed his forehead. When she pulled back, her cheeks were red.

“I-I’m going to get some snacks,” she stuttered, “stay here.” She practically ran down the stairs, wishing her cheeks could cool down. Adrien went back to his inspection. Seeing a string hanging on her ceiling, he pulled it down. A thing that looked like a calendar dropped down. However, before he could properly look at it, he once again heard footsteps. He hurriedly pulled on the string to make the calendar roll up and jumped on the bed, placing the ice on his ankle.

“Ow!” He glanced sideways to see the top of a blue head and cookies scattered on the ground. He ran over to her.

“Marinette! Are you okay?” His face hovered over her in worry.

“I’m fine,” she smiled reassuringly and got up, brushing dust off her pants. “Thank god I wasn’t carrying the hot chocolate or it would’ve been a di..sas...ter…” her voice trailed off as her gaze narrowed. With a jolt, Adrien realized that he was standing on his ankle.

“You-you aren’t injured, are you?” she stated more than asked, trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She stepped closer threateningly. Adrien stepped back.

“I-I’m sorry! I just,” his voice became a small whisper that Marinette didn’t quite catch, “I just wanted to be spoiled by you.”

“Y-you! I sacrificed ice and pillows and cookies for you!” she stepped closer, pounding her fists on his chest in fury.

“I’m sorry!” Adrien raised his hands in surrender. “I won’t do it again! I promise!”

“You made me kiss you!” Marinette’s blush went up a notch. This was the only thing that she truly angry about- and embarrassed about for that matter. She paced forward, forcing Adrien to continuously step back from the force of her hits.

“I said I’m sorry!” Adrien’s hand hit something as he backed up, and they both turned and watched, as if in slow motion, as the box fell and posters of a certain model spilled out. They were silent as the last of the papers fluttered to the ground.

“...Marinette?” Adrien looked at the horrified girl, a mischievous tone in his question. “Why do you have posters of me in your room?”

Marinette turned back to stare at him, her face pale.