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Cold nights were the worst. With winter finally making its presence known, Marinette wanted nothing more than to simply burrow away— being the holder of the ladybug miraculous probably didn't help that fact too much— under fifty weighted blankets and shut the rest of the cold world out.
As far as fighting akuma's in this weather, well that wasn't too bad. Her suit protected her for the most part, as Chat's did for him. All in all, it wasn't the worst situation she found herself in, no matter how much she cursed Lila for bringing the akuma's in the first place.
But no, the worse was probably in school. The heaters, while did they did offer some protection from against the bitter cold, didn't help a lot. Which sucked, because she could only fit on so many layers, even with designing most of her own clothing.
Adrien though, being the best boyfriend that he was, begged Alya to let him trade seats with him, just for a short while so that he could snuggle up to Marinette and try his best to keep her warm.
Her frozen heart alone melted at that.
With a face eating grin, Alya gave an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle to her best friend, and scooted from her seat and made a B line to sit next to Nino.
Marinette sighed. Alya had known they've been dating for months now. Would she ever stop acting like this was fresh news? As she snuggled into her boyfriend, stealing some of his warmth, Marinette doubted anything would ever really change between the four of them.
The rest of the students, teacher included, didn't bother to pay them any mind as to the affection that they were sowing one another. It was almost routine by now. The couple could never keep their hands off each other longer than five minutes really.
Which was mostly for bathroom purposes at best.
Peaking up from underneath her lashes, she eyed Adrien with a soft smirk. "She's never gonna quit, is she?"
Amused, he gave a little sigh of his own that ended in a chuckle of sorts. "Nope."
"We'd never trade her for anything, would we?"
"Never."
After all was said and done, and school was letting out for the day, Adrien didn't waste another second before finding a good hideaway to transform with Marinette in his arms and ran towards her house, making sure to keep her bundled in jackets, scarves, and anything that would provide warmth.
When they arrived, they found a note from their parents, letting the teens know that they had to run out and do some errands for dinner.
Dropping their bookbags off by the door, Chat plopped Marinette onto the couch, running to her bedroom and came back down with her duve in his claws. Popping whatever movie into the DVD disk, he once more lifts Marinette into his arms and making a little spin so the couch was underneath him, and flopped down with his princess in arm.
After adjusting a bit, he lays flat out on the couch— taking up just about the entire space— with Marinette on top. Nuzzling into his chest a bit more, he could feel the exact moment the tension the cold had caused drain and finally leave her body. "Get some rest, princess." He whispered.
Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, he himself relaxed as her breathing began to evens out, sure sign that she was slowly falling under the lull of sleep. With his cheek to the top of her head, Chat knew he was too awake to fall asleep, but he sure wouldn't miss this opportunity to cuddle his love, nor keep her from the cold.
Life may have not been perfect, but it was the best he could've ever asked for.
Their parents had shown up not even a half hour later with groceries in tow.
Tom and his father look between the teens, eyes ever so curious on both of them. "Son," Gabriel started out slowly as if talking to a child. "Why are you transformed? There hasn't been an akuma all day."
Chat snuggled just a bit tighter. "She's been cold since the winter. My suit has extra heat during this time, so I'm trying to offer her as much as I can."
The two older men shared a glace, lips pursed in thought before his father looked back with weird acceptance. "Well, okay then. Make sure to wake her for in time for dinner. I'm cooking tonight."
Chat internally groaned. His dad, while the man tried, was not the best cook.
Maybe he needed to out into the cold useless. That way he and Marinette could just play sick all day and cuddle in bed.
Yes, that sounded like a way better option. A less painful one too.