Marinette was finishing up her final design of the night, her fingers tingling from using the sewing machine so much.
āThereās school tomorrow, Marinette!ā Tikki chimed, gesturing to the clock with read 1am with a concerned frown.
Marinette cracked a smile, but was interrupted by her yawn.
āWeāve had later nights, at least itās done now. We can head to bed after I put things awayā she confirmed. Tikki nodded, curling up on her shoulder.
She was just shutting her computer down when there was a light tap against her window.
She knew what it was before she even glanced up, but that did nothing to quell her worry when she saw Chat perched on her windowsill getting drenched by the pouring rain.
āAgain?ā She said with a frown, rushing to the window and pulling it open so her kitty could climb in.
The third time this week.
āPlagg, claws in. Thanks Mariā the suit melted away and Plagg landed on his shoulder, cuddling into his neck while Adrien stood there in his clothes from the day before, his hair dripping wet and smile forced.
āOh, kittyā¦ā Marinette sighed, closing the distance and wrapping him in a hug.
He returned it gratefully, his eyes slipping shut as he clung to her.
Plagg flew over to Tikki, and Marinette reluctantly pulled back to go and grab a pair of pyjamas for her boyfriend as the Kwamis headed to bed themselves.
She had started storing some of his essentials here the last few months. His toothbrush, spare clothes, Plaggs cheeseā¦
It was needed when Adriens late night visits were increasing by the week.
The first time it had happened was three months prior. They had only just began dating, and she had been woken up by a tentative knocking on her skylight.
He had been inconsolable, and between his hiccups the only words she could decipher were ādadā and 'hitā.
He had apologised profusely despite her assurance it was perfectly ok, and a couple of weeks later he returned again.
He slumped onto her lounger and she made her way over to him, using a towel to dry his hair as he shrugged off his clothes to pull on the soft, and most importantly dry, pyjamas.
āWhat happened, Adrien?ā She asked gently, trying to get his hair as dry as she could.
She didnāt want him catching a cold.
Adrien shuffled on the seat and wouldnāt look up.
āHeā¦ he got pissed because I asked to go out with Nino tomorrow. Itās dumb, Iām- Iām being dramatic, he barely touched meā¦ Iām sorry for intruding. Again.ā
Marinette put the towel aside in favour of coming round and crouching in front of her boyfriend, gripping his hands in hers.
āLook at me?ā She requested, and he did.
Her heart broke at the tears in his eyes, the quivering of his lip as he tried to stay strong and act like it didnāt affect him.
It did, but that didnāt lessen his strength at all in her eyes.
He was the strongest person she knew.
āYouāre not overreacting, he shouldnāt treat you like that and you donāt deserve it. I prefer having you here, safe next to meā she said earnestly.
It worried her how normal Adrien saw his situation. He thought he deserved it, believed that he genuinely deserved to be hit and punched for something as small as asking something his father didnāt like.
He nodded weakly, biting his lip in an effort to stop the tears that Marinette knew would fall anyway.
āDo you want to try to get some sleep? If not we can do something elseā she offered, even though her body seemed to be calling out for her bed right now.
She could wait if thatās what he needed. Sometimes it was. Sometimes his mind was too busy racing to allow him to fall asleep, and he preferred to play video games or something for a little while until his brain settled.
Sometimes he preferred sleeping, the emotional drain on his body making him feel lethargic and tired.
āCan we go to bed? Iām exhaustedā he admitted.
āOf courseā she agreed, pressing a kiss to his temple and leading him to the bed.
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