It was supposed to be a normal weekend.

You’d just finished your shower, drying your hair with a towel as you stepped into the bedroom—and froze.

Marinette stood by the dresser in a black and white maid outfit.

A real one.

Ruffled sleeves, tiny apron, black stockings with lace trim, and a headband keeping her navy hair perfectly in place. The skirt flared just above her thighs, and she was clearly mid-task—duster in one hand, cheeks burning red. Her dark navy blue hair was in a bun at the top as well as her little curled bangs on her face as well as a little maid piece in her hair.

“…You weren’t supposed to be done that fast,” she muttered.

You blinked. “Are you… cleaning? Or starting a new career?”

She whirled on you, flustered. ”I-It’s a joke! Alya dared me to try it on and take pictures! I wasn’t gonna show you, I swear!”

You stepped closer, grinning. “So you weren’t planning on greeting your hardworking husband in this dangerously cute outfit?”

She looked away, trying to hide her smile behind the feather duster. “N-No. I was just—tidying. Like a good wife. Who totally wasn’t waiting to be caught.”