#'I cant say hey im Adrien and i know your coffee order bc i memorised it from when we hang out!'

[hanaasbananas]

100 Ways to say I Love You Chapter 8

It's two sugars, right? (Marichat)

AO3

Maybe coming up onto the roof had been a bad idea.

The street below her was quiet so late at night, a silence disturbed every so often by rowdy groups of people making their way home after a night out. Marinette shivered, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders as a stray breeze blew her hair around her face.

Warming her hands on the hot water bottle on her lap, she leaned forward, looking down at the homework that was spread out across the small table.

This week's akuma’s had been particularly brutal and this was the only time she got to sit down and actually do her homework, but now that she had the time, the words seemed to blur on the page and she sighed.

Letting her head drop to the table, she closed her eyes. If she just rested for five minutes...five minutes to give her eyes a break and then she’d feel a little more refreshed and able to focus.

Keep telling yourself that , Marinette ignored the voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Tikki and instead shifted to be more comfortable.

Five more minutes. That was all.

***

It was fifty five minutes later that Marinette woke up. She might have slept all night on her balcony if it wasn’t for the loud thump that startled her awake.

“Huh-wha-” she jerked up, looking around wildly until her eyes landed on Chat Noir, sitting across from her.

“It’s two sugars right?”

“Hm?” Marinette blinked, wondering what kind of dream she was having. It seemed real enough, with Chat standing out against the fairy lights strung up on the railing behind him, and...oh, he was talking again.

“—black coffee, two sugars?” He repeated, pulling out some sugar packets and shaking them.

“Oh, yeah” she stifled a yawn, sitting up straighter and pulling her blanket back up around her shoulders. “Sorry, I’m totally out of it right now. What are you doing?”

Chat Noir shrugged. “Consider this...repayment for the hot chocolate the other day—”

“—you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to, and no offence but you kinda looked like you needed the coffee. And the pastry” he nodded towards the paper bag he’d set on the table.

Pastry.

Marinette stared at him. “You know I live in a bakery right?” she deadpanned, snickering when the tips of his ears tinged pink, his mouth opening and closing silently. In an effort to avoid her gaze, he turned his attention to the coffee, stirring the sugar in vigorously and shoving it into her hands.

“Okay yeah, you live in a bakery, but..how do you know I didn’t get it from here? Hm?” Chat sat back triumphantly, fixing her with a smug grin. Marinette didn’t even look at the paper bag before responding.

“Because it doesn’t have our logo on it.”

He stared at her for a long minute before slumping in his chair. “Yeah, you got me,” he said glumly “I got them from somewhere else, it was a bit stupid of me.”

“A bit?”

Chat glared at her “no need to rub it in.”

“No, I think it was sweet!” Marinette took a sip of her coffee, savouring the taste “and so is this— how did you know I take two sugars anyway?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Chat grinned, looking anything but. At her raised eyebrow, he continued. “Well we’ve already established that you live in a bakery, so I figured you were likely to have a sweet tooth, but having so many delicious pastries available to you at all times, I didn’t think you’d want your coffee to also be very sweet. So I decided you’d most likely take two sugars, and I was right, so…” he blew a raspberry at her.

Marinette blinked.

Either that had been an impressive amount of bullshitting on the fly, or Chat really had put that much thought into her coffee order. She didn’t know which one she’d rather believe. “Alright, Sherlock Holmes” she laughed at his affronted expression, picking up the bag and pulling out the large éclair, holding it up as a peace offering.

“You wanna split this?”