It started as an innocent hug.

A long day, another akuma defeated, and you—still slightly winded from using your powers too much—ended up on Marinette’s bed while she fussed over you like a worried grandma.

“You overused your transformation again,” (YES you two KNOW about eachother’s secret identities) she said, hands on her hips, trying so hard to look stern. ”You know it drains you more when you—”

You leaned forward, wrapped your arms around her waist, and pulled her into your lap mid-sentence.

“C’mere,” you mumbled, cheek pressed against her shoulder. “I’m fine. Just need a recharge hug.”

She tried to scoff. She really did.

But then she inhaled.

And froze.

“…Oh,” she whispered.

She didn’t answer. She just buried her nose in your neck like a sleepy kitten and inhaled again.

“…Is that—? Is that your new fragrance?” she finally asked, voice barely a whisper.

“Uh… yeah? The one from that weirdly intense cologne ad?”

“You mean the one where you walked out of a volcano shirtless and whispered, ‘Unleashed’?”

She didn’t respond.

She just… hugged you tighter and very clearly sniffed again.