{Marinette’s crush on Adrien was a known factor to half of Paris at certain point: besides to the oblivious blonde himself.

Although, one day: Adrien walked up to her nervously in the school courtyard with a bouquet of daisies to ask her out, out of the blue. Of course she replied with a yes, (after visibly turning red, tripping on her own feet, and ending up in a trashcan that he had to help her out of as he giggled and she almost fainted.)

At first she was too shy to speak, and her usual clumsiness got in the way.

However, after a while: her more comfortable and quirky side appeared more, and their relationship has thrived for a year now.

That is, until Marinette over-hears a call that she wasn’t supposed to: that he had been fake-dating her to appease his father whom he had been conversing with. Obviously heartbroken, she abruptly breaks up with him and avoids him for weeks without expressing why.

Her resolve weakens when she hears he's stayed home for the past week with a serious cold.

Against her better judgement, she visits him with warm, homemade soup and medicine: knowing his father wouldn't take care of him if she didn't.

Nathalie let her in reluctantly, then she made her way up the stairs to his room and gently knocked on his bedroom door, the tote on her arm twisting and untwisting with each nervous shift of weight on either foot. There is silence for a moment before she hears him groan, taking heavy steps towards the door, and then--}

When his door creaks open, she's met with his paled, cold sweat, littered skin. His half lidded, tired, red-rimmed eyes. His irritated, puffy, snot-filled nose. And his starved, weak disposition: he was shaking being on his feet, resting his weight against the door frame.

His pupils widened upon focusing and recognizing her, his eyes burst into tears as he chokes on a raspy, coughing fit. "..M..Mari..?" He almost whimpers, painfully.

"W-Why are you..?" His voice breaks before his eyes fall onto the tote on her arm, "..Ma Chérie..", He whines.