Adrien usually loved mornings. It was a time for him to be productive and happy on his own. However, his morning did not start out well as a throbbing headache woke him up, making him groan. What did I do last night? Why does my head hurt so much? Adrien whined as he rolled onto his side and pressed a hand over his eyes, trying to cut out the sun. I didn't drink that much last night… Adrien slowly opened one eye, letting himself adjust to the morning sunlight while he filtered through his memories of last night. He just remembers coming home late, and angrily grabbing a bottle of wine. He vaguely remembers downing at least half of the bottle and looking back at his old, saved albums on his phone. Adrien grimaced and shoved his head into the pillow. He didn't mean to let Marinette's words get to him last night, but the words had crept beneath his walls, as usual. Adrien let out a silent scream into his pillow before pushing himself into a sitting position. As he rubbed his eyes, the first thing he noticed was a room that was not his. A mild form of panic began to fill his mind, but he tried to breathe deeply as he scanned the room. The room had similar features to his own, like a bookshelf, a bed, a large window facing him, and some bedside tables. There was a desk to the side that had piles of paper, a discarded mirror, a few tape measures, and some fabric scraps littered across it, making it look nothing like his usually spotless desk. I have got to stop drinking. Waking up in a random house I don't remember is a bad sign. "What happened?" Adrien whispered, but it did not come out the way he expected it to. He clapped a hand over his mouth and squeaked in surprise as a feminine voice came out instead.

Adrien coughed and tried again, but he got the same result. He felt a shiver crawl up his spine, making him jump out of bed and run to the mirror that lay abandoned on the messy desk. He tripped over someone in a sleeping bag, but he paid no mind to the person on the floor as he himself was having an identity crisis. His reflection was definitely not his own, and Adrien saw himself go pale. The eyes were bright blue and large. His hair was black and framed his new face around the chin. The nose was small and slightly upturned and the lips were thin, but were thicker than his own. Adrien muffled another scream with his hand. He dared to look down and saw the body of a woman instead of his own. He was in the body of his former employee, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and all of a sudden the throbbing headache was the least of his worries. He felt like he was going to throw up in shock, but he gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to calm down.

Adrien turned away from the mirror and looked frantically all over the room, hoping to see a phone or something when spotted what he assumed was Marinette's phone with a note beside it. He snatched up the phone first, but it lay dead in his palm. Adrien put the phone back and moved on to the note, hoping it would explain something, or at least settle his nerves. In the first read through, Adrien could barely understand a word as his pounding and frantic heart kept him from concentrating. However, towards the end of the letter, his eyes stuttered on the word "soulmate", and he felt his stomach drop and the sick feeling returned. Adrien glanced back to the beginning of the note and tried to read it again..

Hi! I'm not really sure what to say, but I wanted to write a letter to whoever has woken up in my body. I know it is probably super scary, but just remember that I'm going through this experience with you too. Writing this letter now, the night before I turn 23, it is hard to imagine that I will have a soulmate and be able to meet you soon. My name is Marinette, by the way. I can't wait to learn your name too. I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I hope you have too. Some things you might want to know about me (I swear It's not that serious) is that my favorite color is pink, I want to become a fashion designer, and I used to work in a bakery when I was a kid because my parents are bakers. I can't wait to get to know you and get to know the facts that make up you. I am ok if you want to stay friends or want to become something more. Just as long as I get to be a part of your life, I will be happy :-)

Can't wait to meet you,

Marinette 3

Adrien paused after finishing reading the note for the tenth time, letting the words sink in. He let the post-it float towards the ground as he got lost in thought. Soulmate, his brain repeated over and over again. Soulmate. Adrien clutched the soft bed sheets on top of him and closed his eyes to try and regain control over his mind. "There's no such thing as soulmates," Adrien repeated to himself with determination. A memory flickered behind his eyes. The painful words: "You aren't my soulmate" spun around his head, leaving an unsettling ring in his ears. Heat pressed against the back of his eyes, and Adrien struggled to gain control. A voice whispered behind him, but he couldn't hear it. He felt his muscles bunch up and he could feel his fingernails pressing against his palms, but he mostly could feel the dull ache inside his chest that never went away.

"Marinette!" the voice called again, but this time a hand was there to pull Adrien out by the shoulder. He lashed out because of the sudden movement, but was confused when his eyes landed on Alya Cesaire, her hair still tussled from sleep.

"Ms. Cesaire?" He asked, confusion evident in his tone. He pushed back from her hold, but his world spun with the sudden movement. Adrien tilted back,and frantically reached forward to regain his balance. Alya touched his shoulder again to stabilize him, but the touch was much lighter and more comforting than the one before.

"Oh my god, it happened," Alya whispered. A small smile spread across her face as she glanced eagerly into his face. Her gaze was so piercing, he felt like she was trying to get a glimpse of his soul. He instinctively turned away, but Alya's vice-like grip kept him from backing away. "What's your name? Do you know Marinette? Where do you live? What do you do? How do you know me? Do you work in fashion too? How old are you? Are you going to hurt Marinette? Because if you are, I have to tell you, as her best friend, that I will carve out your-"

Adrien held up a hand to hold off the stream of questions. His world was still spinning, and he felt like he might collapse if he had to process much more. "Hold on, hold on. You need to stop with the questions for a second before I throw up on your socks." Adrien paused and took a deep breath, fighting off the pain from his stomach while simultaneously filtering through Alya's questions, deciding which ones he wanted to answer. "I know who you are, and I have...I have met Ms. Dupain-Cheng…I live in Paris...and that is all I will answer." Adrien pressed his lips firmly together and refused to speak as Alya continued to prod him with questions. He closed his eyes, trying to block out Alya's voice as he continued to focus on not throwing up. I just want to get this over with, Adrien thought to himself. I just want to go to work and forget about this.

"-Marinette. We just have to get you there and give you two some alone time and it will be fixed. But before we go, you need to tell me your name, because I'm not going to let my best friend marry some random guy or girl who happens to be her soulmate. I have to protect her, you know? So how old are you?"

"I'm afraid this situation is a mistake," he finally said. "I'm not who you are looking for. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get to work." Adrien pulled away from Marinette's friend's and stumbled out of the small bedroom to try and find a bathroom. The feeling of throwing up was becoming more prominent as the morning was progressing, but the pain in his chest was also worsening. He felt like his whole body was falling apart by the second. Adrien knew he needed something, but that something was too far away to offer any comfort to him.

"Where do you think you're going!" Alya called after him, rushing to block his way. "It's not a mistake; you and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are soulmates. Now I have no clue who 'you' is, but I'm not just going to let you run away when you haven't even met your soulmate. What's wrong with you? Haven't you been waiting all your life for your soulmate?"

Adrien rolled his eyes and pointed to the bathroom door. "Can I throw up first? This is not that urgent. It's a mistake because neither of us like each other, believe me." The image of the fight last night came to the forefront of his mind, making Adrien groan. "This is the reason right here why I think soulmates are stupid. None of them are ever meant for each other." He pushed past Alya and entered the restroom, but not before Alya could ask a few more questions.

"What is wrong with you? Who are you?" She gripped the top of his arm and held tightly.

Adrien rolled his eyes at her actions, but was willing to give her one answer. "I am Adrien Agreste, so if you will excuse me, I need to get ready to go to work." And with that, he shut the bathroom door firmly behind him with a click.

000

Marinette clutched the edge of the porcelain sink in front of her and tried taking deep breaths while counting to ten over and over again. She couldn't make herself look into the mirror again. She scratched at her chest and tried to ignore the irregular beats and the pain radiating from her heart. There was a need to find her soulmate as he would be the only comfort to the pain, but the thought of her actual soulmate repulsed her. Marinette did not want to go back to the way it was. She did not want to go back to the way it was at work where she knelt at his feet doing everything for him. Only yesterday, Marinetted had thought that with her soulmate she could move on from her job with Monsieur Agreste, but now looking into the face of Adrien Agreste in the mirror, she realized that there would be no moving on.

Marinette still felt like herself, but looking down, it was weird to see different hands, body, and feet. Hands that were too long and veiny, suggesting the years of piano they had played. The hands and fingernails were well kept, but lacked use. These hands were well versed in shuffling paperwork instead of kneading bread and sewing. Marinette forced herself to close her eyes again, pushing the repulsion back inside her mind.

It was a weird combination of feelings to feel love at the thought of a soulmate, but revulsion towards the mind and body of her true soulmate. Taking care not to stare too long at any feature, Marinette splashed water onto her face before returning to the lavish bedroom that she woke up in. Her eyes scanned the room for a phone. Using facial recognition, the phone unlocked. The background screen was a plain green and the apps that filled the screen were simple, and boring. Nothing about her soulmate seemed interesting. There was nothing about him that seemed special, especially to an outsider. She wasn't really an outsider after working with him for five years and becoming his soulmate, but the term outsider still felt applicable to Marinette. Marinette flicked through the screens until she found the phone app, and typed in her best friend's phone number. She waited as patiently as the phone rang, her fingers tapping against the fabric of the bedsheets beside her.

"Marinette?"

"Hi Alya," Marinette replied. Her voice cracked and she coughed to try and cover up her surprise in hearing Adrien's voice come out of her mouth. Adrien's monotone voice felt out of place and made her cringe every time she opened her mouth. The voice was not hers, and it annoyed her to no end, but it was what she was stuck with for the time being. Marinette clenched her jaw and let her free hand fiddle with the drawstrings of her pajama pants. "Are you with Monsieur Agreste?"

Alya was silent for a time, and Marinette heard shuffling on the other line before Alya continued. "Hey, you ok? You don't sound so great, which is understandable, but...it could be worse?"

"Alya, you're not answering my question," Marinette prompted.

Alya let out a deep sigh. "Well you're not answering mine either." Both of them were silent for a beat. "Mari, I'm so sorry, Maybe this is a mistake-"

"No," Marinette replied, exasperated. Marinette shook her head and got up from the bed and started pacing around the room, trying to get her thoughts in order. "There is no mistaking this. I am literally in his body; I am his soulmate. I know this is not what I wanted, and frankly I feel like I'm going to throw up if I look in the mirror again, but…" Marinette looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the heat radiating behind her eyes. "But if I want a happy ending…He's my soulmate. His body feels so foreign to me, but it's not like I can do anything about it! Everything feels wrong, or at least in my head, but my soul almost feels content, save for the excruciating pain radiating from it simply because he's not near me. I want to meet him, but I feel like I'm going to throw up if I take one look at him. I hate him, Alya, but this is my only chance at happine-"

"Mari, he doesn't want to try," Alya confessed so quietly, Marinette barely heard her, but it still caused her to pause. "He's been in the bathroom for the past fifteen minutes and won't come out. He said he just wants to go to work. He doesn't want to meet you...He doesn't want you…or at least that's what he says..."

"So he's still there?" Marinette asked harshly, anger and fear sneaking into her voice as her mood suddenly changed. She jumped off of the enormous bed and launched herself towards the walk in closet and started to pull clothes off the hangers at random and started to dress herself haphazardly.

"Marinette I don't think-"

"No, I need to talk to him, Alya."

"You said yourself you don't like him! You called him a cow and walked out of his company. If that's not the reason why he doesn't want you as a soulmate, I'm not sure you or I want to find out the real reason why he doesn't want you."

Marinette grimaced. "I need to know the reason Alya, or it will eat me alive. Yeah he is a cow and an asshole, but we are soulmates whether we like it or not. We have to figure something out, at least to fix this stupid chest pain." Marinette peeled off her pajamas while keeping the day old boxers on so she could redress herself. She ran a hand through Adrien's short hair before dashing out of the room with the phone in hand.

"Ok, I'll make sure he doesn't leave before you arrive, but Mari….just be careful. Maybe soulmates aren't everything?"

Marinette paused right outside the bedroom in a long, carpeted hallway at Alya's words. "Alya, you can't live like an hour without Nino. Soulmates are supposed to be there for each other, and I guess I should at least try. Yes, I hate him, but maybe he can prove me wrong," Marinette finished with fake confidence. "I hope he will prove me wrong,at least enough so we can return to our bodies," she admitted, more quietly. "I'll see you in a few. Keep him there."

Marinette tucked the phone in her pocket as she wound her way down the hallway until she found a set of stairs that led her to the hallway of the enormous home that Adrien Agreste inherited from his father. She had only been there a few times for events, but she was confident that she could at least find an exit on her own. As she spotted the front doors, a voice called out to her from the base of the stairs, making her stop in her tracks.

"Adrien, where are you going?" Natalie, Adrien's housekeeper, raised an eyebrow at Marinette. Marinette gulped as quietly as she could and smiled tentatively at Natalie.

"Oh hey Natalie! How are you?" Marinette's, or rather Adrien's voice came out as a squeak and Marinette quickly coughed to try and cover it. "Oh, I'm just, uhhhhh...late for work! You know, such a busy schedule paired with staying out late…..the usual." Marinette tried to nod her head like she was totally believing the bs that was coming out of her mouth. She leaned against the banister to her right and almost fell, but she quickly caught herself and continued to smile awkwardly at Natalie, hoping she would somehow believe the worst imitation of Adrien Agreste that Marinette could muster.

Natalie looked blankly up at Marinette, and Marinette was sure her cover was blown, but a moment later Natalie shrugged and turned to leave the room. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again Adrien. You know your father would have been very upset." Natalie turned away, but not without an added comment. "Interesting outfit, by the way."

Marinette glanced down and groaned out loud at the interesting hawaiin shirt sticking out from under a bright yellow sweat-shirt, paired with a pair of patterned joggers and boots. Marinette mumbled an unintelligible reply as she pulled the sweatshirt farther down over her torso before darting down the stairs and out the door, not waiting for Natalie's reply.

Marinette pulled the hoodie of the sweatshirt, that she had grabbed, over her head as the sunlight hit her face. She instantly regretted that she hadn't grabbed something heavier in the early fall frost that chilled this particular morning in Paris. Marinette tried to make her way inconspicuously down the streets of Paris towards her apartment. She shoved her hands into her pockets and wrapped her fingers into fists as she took deep breaths. It was weird to look at Paris through someone else's eyes and shoes, literally. More people turned towards her to stare, and she was starting to constantly be reminded of how famous her new body is. Most people knew who Adrien Agreste was, so the walk over to her apartment took longer than expected as she was halted by fans asking for pictures. She ducked her head and gave only nervous smiles to those who met her eyes.

Marinette did not have a plan. She didn't even know why she wanted to see Adrien when not 24 hours before she was planning on never seeing him again. Now she was on her way to what? Marinette didn't know. She knew he didn't want to talk to her, so maybe she was just desperate or hopeful enough to simply meet her soulmate.

Climbing the stairs to her apartment, Marinette felt the pain in her chest lessened. Instead, a buzzing and sparking flickered at the tips of her fingers. Marinette took a deep breath before knocking. "Alya?" she called softly.

000

Adrien kept the lights off in the bathroom as he focused on breathing. He still felt like throwing up, but that was not an option in his current stage. He needed to get to work and not get distracted by a simple soulmate. The very idea of it was ludicrous to him, but in the very back of his mind he couldn't help but be pleased. It was a moment people looked forward to, but it had been years of waiting that had led Adrien to push away the hope of finding his soulmate. He could remember a time where he fell so hard for someone to only have her find her soulmate. He never wanted to go through that again, so he had pushed the thought to the back of his mind and had thrown away the key. He never expected that the door would open itself up.

Adrien flipped on the lights to the bathroom and glared at himself in the mirror. It was only the second time he had seen this face so close up before. He stepped closer to the mirror and analyzed his new face, touching it with cautious fingers. He could not deny that Marinette was attractive and beautiful, but he did not know how to react to those facts. Her eyes were large and like that of a doe and were bright blue. Her eyelashes were not as long as his, but their dark color framed her eyes perfectly. There was a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, which were barely visible. Adrien cocked his head and watched his, or rather Marinette's face as he changed his expression from sad to happy; thoughtful to careless. He had only seen Marinette as angry and stoic at work, and it was bizarre for him to see any other expression on her face, especially around him. Adrien almost wished that he would someday be the reason why she would smile, but he knew that was wishful thinking. "I'm nothing but a cow to her, and a coward to Kagami…" Adrien broke contact with his gaze in the mirror to look down at his hands like he had when he first looked at this new body. He never thought he would have wanted this. Heck he wasn't even sure he should want it, but the idea that he had a soulmate, just like everyone else,was strange. He did not know what to do with the information.

Adrien knew it wasn't fair to anyone to ignore a significant other. He himself had felt that pain, but he still remembers feeling the love… he still felt it. Adrien looked back into the mirror and watched his fingers trace the lines of her face. He didn't know if he could let himself fall again. It had been so dangerous, and for what? What was his reward? Pain? Resentment? Adrien knew that he was no longer like his younger, carefree self as too many things happened at once and he had lost everything. He didn't know how to express himself anymore; he didn't know where to start or whether he should start, or who he should go to. Any soulmate deserved better than him, so why should he choose to burden them with his thoughts and worries when not even Kagami cared in the end. "Adrien…" Adrien whispered his own name into the depth of the silent bathroom, almost like waiting for a response. The name, said by Marinette's voice, sent shivers down his back. Adrien's lips twitched and the corners turned up just slightly. It wasn't a smile, but it was a start.

Outside the bathroom door, Adrien could faintly hear Alya on the phone, and deemed that it was safe to escape the bathroom. He wasn't changed and he did not look ready for the day, but he had a feeling that going to work was not going to be an option until he met with Marinette Adrien softly let himself out of the bathroom and tried to quickly run to the bedroom without being noticed by Alya, who had migrated to the small living room. He let out a sigh of relief as he made it to the bedroom and was able to close the door quietly. Not sure what else to really do, Adrien settled himself on the covers of the bed and folded his hands in his lap and kept his gaze on the door. He was stupid to not believe that Mairenette would not come to meet him. Yeah, she hates him,but the words she displayed in her letter meant that there was hope. And maybe he held a little hope inside him too. That wasn't a crime, right?

000

Marinette knocked hesitantly on the door, suddenly regretting her decisions. She bit her lip as she let out a squeak and she struggled with herself as she was deciding to make a break for it or stay put. Alya opened the door slowly, making Marinette pause mid-motion, hands above her head at weird angles. Alya's grim face met Marinette's, but it broke into a small smile at Marinette's antics. "You really don't change, do you, not even in Adrien's body. Where did you even get that shirt?" Alya pointed to Marinette's interesting choice in clothes.

Marinette rolled her eyes, knowing how ridiculous the ensemble looked. "You should see yourself." Marinette gestured weakly towards Alya's wrinkled pajamas with little foxes on them. Alya simply shrugged.

"I've had quite the morning." Alya beckoned Marinette inside, but not without poking at her curiously. "You look weird, though. It's like you're Mr. Agreste, but with your mannerisms..." Alya pulled Marinette's cheek; "You are still you amazingly. Wow," she admitted with quiet awe. Marinette batted the hand away.

"Where is he?"

"Bedroom," Alya jerked a thumb towards the back of the apartment. Marinette began to walk towards the bedroom,but Alya caught her wrist. "Hey, be careful, will you? Don't let his words get to you. I don't really know what's wrong with him, but stand strong. I know you will, but...he doesn't have to become someone to you if you don't want him to." Marinette nodded, her lips set in a firm line. Alya let go of her and watched her best friend slowly make her way towards the bedroom.

Marinette felt the tingly sensation inside her chest grow stronger as she entered the bedroom. It was unbearable pain, like that of one's legs in the last stretch of a race. Her breath caught as she opened the door met the eyes of herself sitting on the bed. Her face was pale and held a hollowness that usually was not there. Marinette felt rooted to the spot as she felt like she was a blossoming flower.

"You're here," came his emotionless voice. He looked up at her, and Marinette felt herself wilt at his gaze. However, she set her jaw and walked towards the bed, opting to sit directly in front of him in her desk chair. She crossed her legs and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. "Got a problem with that?" She raised an eyebrow.

They stared at each other in silence, with neither of their faces showing much emotion. "I don't want this," Adrien Agreste stated, breaking eye contact. He pointed to the note that was still stuck to the bedside table. "But I can see that you do. Let me explain my point of view to you briefly." Adrine took a deep breath as he looked towards the ceiling before fixing her with a dead stare. "I believe we had a conversation last night where I stated that I do not believe in soulmates. I still stand by this statement only in the idea of sentiment. I admit that we are soulmates, in that we have switched bodies, but I do not believe that impacts either person's emotions." He gestured to the two of their bodies; "The universe, or someone, has decided that we were 'soulmates'." Adrien raised two fingers, putting air-quotes around the word 'soulmate'. "I think it's quite impossible for me to fall in love with you. I believe that it is ridiculous to assume that one should fall in love simply because they switched bodies with that someone." Marinette huffed, crossing her arms, but he continued. "So I propose we simply do whatever is necessary to break this ridiculous bond, then go on our separate ways. How does that sound?"

Marinette huffed again. "Yeah that sounds great, except you must know that for us to switch back into our respective bodies, we must fall in love through some shape or form; usually romantic. Now I have been clear in stating that you are a terrible human being, but like you said, I think we should try to fix this normally, but that means becoming close to anothe-"

"That is not what I meant," Adrien spat. "I don't need you!"

"Well tough luck! Unless you like being stuck in my body, this is the only option. Trust me, I don't think I will ever love you, but this-" Marinette gestured to the two of their chests. "This feeling when I have with you cannot be faked." Adrien looked reluctant, so Marinette decided to take a chance. Her parents had mentioned that there was something special that happened when soulmates touched each other, and Marinette hoped it would be enough to convince him. She leaned forward slightly until she could touch his forearm. Her fingers barely touched the skin near his wrist and tingles surged through her arm and coursed through her body. It felt like she had stepped into a hot tub of pop rocks as the sparks bubbled across her skin, melting her worries away. Judging by the change in Adrien's expression, he felt it too. "This is real. There is a link between us whether you or I like it. I have been waiting for you my whole life. I don't want you to get away from me."

"You don't want me." Adrien pushed himself away from her touch. "Even 'perfect' soulmates grow to hate each other. What's worth the effort." Adrien turned away and fiddled with the drawstrings of his pajama pants. "It doesn't work for a lot of people, certainly didn't with my parents, so why should it work for me?"

"Because it could?" Marinette cocked her head. "Just because your parent's relationship didn't work doesn't mean that you're cursed too. Why won't you give me a chance?" Marinette asked, more quietly. She noticed that Adrien looked softer in her body, and after a few years of working with him, she was finally seeing a different side to him.

"You are not her...," was his only reply. He didn't need to say more to make Marinette understand him. He fell in love with someone that was not his soulmate.

"What?" Marinette felt more baffled by the minute. "Your mother? I'd hope not…" Marinette stared at her lap, a thought came to her mind. "A past girlfriend? Is that what you are referring to? Yeah, I would expect to not be like anyone else...I mean I called you a cow, I'm sure no girl ever called you that." Marinette laughed at her own joke, but let the conversation die in the air. Neither spoke or looked at each other for the next few minutes. "But shouldn't that mean something?" Marinette asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but Adrien heard it. Marinette leaned into his personal space again, but dipped her head down to make sure he met her eyes. "Look at me... I'm you. We're going to be stuck like this if we don't do something. You can wish all you want about who you wanted me to be, but you've only got me." Marinette jabbed him in the chest and looked into her own blue eyes. It was nothing like looking in a mirror. It felt like she was looking into her doppleganger's eyes. However, when she touched his chin again, the electricity and the calming look settling into his eyes made everything feel right. "You can fire me, yell at me, and ignore me, but that's not going to change who you're going to see in the mirror every goddamn morning. I didn't ask for this; I didn't ask for you, but I wanted a soulmate and this is what I got. I don't know ho-" Marinette was cut off by a pair of lips jamming into hers, silencing her, save for a squeak. Her hands flew off of Adrien's face and she quickly pulled herself away from him. "The hell?! At least ask first!" Marinette wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Do you realize you just kissed yourself? Are you crazy?"

Adrien shrugged, and his demeanor suggested that he was retreating back into himself, covering up the insecurities that had slipped out. "I wanted to shut you up while simultaneously trying to trigger the soulmate bond thingy." He pursed his lips and waved his flippantly, almost as if he was dismissing her. He looked down at his hands and paused. "I don't really fancy kissing myself, though. Nino said that it worked for him and Alya so I thought I might as well try it."

"But they actually loved each other before they even got to their twenty third birthday," Marinette growled, still trying to wipe off his saliva from her face, not that there had been any in the first place. It just felt weird, and Marinette wanted to be rid of the feeling.

Adrien laid his hands out as if he was serving the solution to the problem. "Well I guess we don't have that, do we." He got off of the bed and turned so his back faced her. "Don't worry, I won't do it again." Adrien walked towards the chest of drawers by the window in Marinette's bedroom and picked out some clothes to wear for the day.

Marinette, meanwhile, just sat in the desk chair with her mouth wide open. Adrien tapped her on her shoulder, shaking her from her feveree. "Come on. We have to get to work. You want to keep your job, right? No skipping then." Adrien threw the largest shirt he could find into Marinette's lap. "Get some better clothes on. Those don't match at all. I can't have my employees thinking I've lost my touch, even though I'm...you.. for now."

Marinette glanced down at her hawaiin shirt and patterned joggers to only shrug. "They match well enough. They at least look interesting," she grumbled as she allowed Adrien to grab a change of clothes before heading out the door.

Hey Readers! Sorry for the long time between updates, but I'm afraid that's going to be a normal thing. I have a lot going on in my life right now, so I'm just doing this in whatever free time I have, so please forgive some of the errors :-) This chapter hopefully began to explain Adrien's weird behavior, and there will only be more information as time goes on, so stay in tuned. As always, feel free to comment, favorite, or follow if you would like, as it is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading, and until I write again, TTFN!