Art Commission by the incredible @ceejles. Please do not re-post her amazing work!
Marinette Dupain-Cheng was usually pretty observant.
It paid off in her designs.
It was essential in formulating her plans to help take down threats to the city.
It was downright necessary in dodging her particularly canny amateur reporter best friend’s attempts to unmask her alter ego.
But her observations were usually a little more…visual than this.
Not that she exactly made a habit of getting caught by Adrien.
It had maybe only happened once before, but she was so startled in looking up at his green eyes (and worrying for Tikki, honestly), that she hadn’t really had the time or the spare mental energy to savor the moment.
This time, Adrien had thankfully managed to catch her again when she tripped. Her own hands had pressed up against his chest and her head smacked hard against him, still reeling from her forward momentum from her rush to class.
She was left feeling more than a little dazed, her eyes seeing little more than the black of his t-shirt.
It was all oddly familiar. A little too oddly familiar in fact.
She frowned, her fingers tracing the form beneath her in disbelief. The leather wasn’t there, sure. But the form…
Marinette closed her eyes and shook her head.
Nope nope nope.
This idea was impossible. It simply had to be Alya’s ridiculous photoshopped picture that she’d definitely, totally accidentally kept adding in their IM conversations, sneaking its way into her subconscious.
So engrossed, she almost missed the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat.
Blinking, Marinette looked up into green eyes. His usual halo of blonde hair slightly mussed by cushioning her fall.
And that damnable smirk on his face as he looked down at where her own two hands were still pressed against his chest.
“Doing alright there?” he chuckled.
She could practically hear the drawled Princess hanging tacit in the air.