This was all Marinette's fault, and she knew it. If she hadn't tripped on that stupid black cat like a klutz, then she wouldn't have dropped her favourite bag. Her favourite bag that always had Tikki in it. The same favourite bag that was slowly drifting down La Seine with a sleeping red kwami snuggled up warmly inside it.

Marinette could pinpoint the moment she fell in love with Adrien Agreste down to the exact second. In a similar fashion, she could also pinpoint the exact moment that yellow-blond flowers started falling from her lips at just the thought of his name. Hanahaki AU.