Though it was the early hours of the morning, many people were bustling to and fro from the train station. Adrien’s body guard and Nathalie said they would take care of the luggage and would accompany Professor Bustier to figure out the schedule for the whole trip.

Adrien dreaded the whole thought of Nathalie finding out their schedule because he knew his father would do almost anything to get rid of his son's free time.

“A-Adrien?” Marinette had turned watch a woman who had been leaving the train station with a beautifully designed trench coat and when she turned back, she had been stranded in the middle of the train station.

“Marinette, don’t space out, its not safe to get lost right now.” Tikki called from Marinette’s purse. Marinette looked down to the little kwami and shushed her gently.

“Tikki, stay hidden. I can’t risk you being seen with all these people around.” Marinette closed her purse, looking around the crowd for Adrien or at least someone from her class so she can stick along with them and meet up with everyone else on the train.

“Marinette!”

She quickly turned to the call of her name, looking for a familiar face. And relief washed through her as she saw the blond hair and the green eyes. “Marinette, don’t wander off, I don’t want to lose you.” Adrien came up next to her sighing in relief.

“I-I’m sorry.” Marinette apologized quietly.

Adrien smile, his hand finding hers, intertwining their fingers. “I won’t be losing you again like this.” He rose their intertwined hands to his face, turning their hands to kiss the back of Marinette’s hand.

A blush bloomed all over Marinette’s cheeks as Adrien started to lead the way towards the terminal.

As the train slowly came into view, where Alya and Nino already were, holding hands as well. Alya gasped and patted Nino a thousand times to get his attention and have him look at Adrien and Marinette.

“Look! They’re holding hands!” Alya squealed.

Nino sniffled. “They grow up so fast.” He wiped a fake tear from his eye as Marinette spotted them and patted Adrien’s arm. He looked at her and where she was pointing, smiling when he saw his friends. Marinette started to take the lead and slightly tugged on her hand, not wanting Alya to see them holding hands before she jumps to conclusions. When their hands felt the slightest pressure, Adrien’s hand instinctively felt the need to tighten his grip on her.

Marinette looked back at him, at their hands and back to meet his eyes. He gave an apologetic smile and slowly let go of her hand, allowing her to pick up her pace to go to her friends.

At the release, both Adrien and Marinette felt the cold rush that met with the parting of their hands. Adrien felt the need to quickly possess her hand again, but he didn’t have the courage to do so.

His inner possessive cat came out whenever he lost Marinette earlier. He almost had Plagg transform him just so he could smell her out of the crowd, but Plagg bit his shoulder, snapping at him that changing into Chat Noir so early in the morning in a train station after Adrien had denied him his camembert, was not going to go well.

Adrien’s mind was still under the cat’s influence when he found her, to the point that he held her hand and kissed it. He was embarrassed, to say the least, however he didn’t want to break the contact with her warmth.

“Holding hands, huh?” Alya asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Marinette.

Marinette rolled her eyes, intertwining her own fingers in attempts to replace the notable cold that possessed her hand.

“I got lost a-and he said holding my hand was the easiest way for him to keep tabs on me.” Marinette told her, crossing her arms and huffing.

“Mhmm, sure, if you say so.” Alya said with a cheeky grin.

Marinette rolled her eyes and the four of them went inside the train, Professor Bustier directing them to their seats. Lucky for them, the two pairs were sat across from each other. “By the way Mari, what’s in the bag?” Alya asked, eyeing her brown paper bag thoroughly as they took their seats.

“Oh.” Marinette opened the bag, looking in. “Papa packed some pastries. Want some?” She asked the three of them.

“Macaroons?” Alya asked, raising an eyebrow. Marinette nodded. “Called ‘em.” Alya held out her open palm and Marinette placed a clear, plastic baggie with colorful macaroons within. “Marinette’s Papa packed them for me.” Alya winked to Nino.

“Is there chocolate bread?” Nino asked. Marinette pulled out two rolled buns with chocolate chips, wrapped in the same clear plastic like the macaroons. “Awesome, thanks Mari.” Marinette brought out a double chocolate muffin, almost taking a bite out of it as she noticed that Adrien was watching her.

“Adrien, you’re drooling.” Mariette said, quietly enough for only him to hear.

Adrien blinked, bringing his hand to his mouth, before looking at her with wide eyes.

Marinette giggled. “Do you want some?”

Adrien quickly looked away, looking sheepish. “I-I can’t. Nathalie has me on a strict eating regime. I can’t eat anything out of the recommended. I’ll get scolded for it.”

Marinette stood up and looked around, plopping down in her chair. She reached into the bag and pulled out a croissant and placed it in his hand.

“Eat it.” Marinette said.

“M-Marinette, I can’t…”

“Nope, you touched it, you take it. No returns, no take-backs, no exchanges, nothing. You take it and you eat it, or else I’m telling Papa that you don’t like his pastries.” She narrowed her eyes at him and his widened, before he took a hesitant bite out of the bread.

It was still warm and the flakes almost melted in his mouth. He practically wolfed down the rest of the croissant as Marinette had barely taken a bite out of her muffin.

“Want another one?” She chuckled.

“There’s more?” Adrien’s eyes sparkled.

“Of course. My Papa packed enough food for all of us.” Marinette reached into the paper bag, grabbing two more croissants.

“Thank you Marinette.” He said sincerely.

Marinette smiled, enjoying her muffin. “A little bread never hurt anyone.”

There’s times when people haven’t had food in what seems like forever, and the time they do eat food, they’re practically moaning as they eat?

Adrien was just about the same, but instead of moaning, he was practically at the point of meowing and purring. Marinette watched him eat with a giggle.

“Want something to drink?” She asked.

He looked up at her, bread flakes all over his lips. “Thank you.” He smiled and Marinette stood up. Alya had been watching the whole time, standing and leaving Nino with Adrien, saying she would accompany Marinette to keep her safe.

As the two went to the dining train, Alya hooked her arm through Marinette’s. “You, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are a very smart girl.”

Marinette was startled by her comment. “What do you mean?” She asked, very confused.

Alya smirked. “Don’t try being coy around me, Marinette. I see you.” Alya said.

Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed, looking at her friend confusingly. “You see me what?”

“You know what they say, use food to win your man’s heart!”

At that, Marinette realized what she was talking about and gasped loudly, grabbing everyone’s attention. Alya shushed her and pushed Marinette to the in between of train cars.

“I-I am not! You know how papa is whenever we go out in groups! He always packs food for us.” Marinette stammered.

Alya nodded, a knowing smile on her face. “Mhmm, good cover up Marinette.” Alya replied, crossing her arms across her chest.

Marinette blushed but rolled her eyes, going into the diner car.

“You tired?”

Marinette was now sitting in her seat, the train having departed to Brussels. She had been yawning, drawing clothing designs on her tablet. Adrien watched as she drew, admiring her skill.

“A little. I had little sleep last night.” Marinette cursed herself for yawning again.

Adrien chuckled. “Excitement?” Marinette nodded. “You can sleep if you want.” Adrien said, patting his shoulder.

Marinette blushed and looked back down at her tablet. “T-Thanks but I-I think I’ll be okay.” She said just above a whisper.

“No problem.” Adrien stood and reached up to the luggage compartment above their heads, grabbing a red blanket and laid it across their laps.

Marinette thanked him softly and Adrien watched as she continued drawing. It went from a hat, to a coat, to a dress until it started to blur and Adrien’s head started to bob. He began leaning towards Marinette, eventually his head found hers and he fell asleep.

Marinette froze, a hot blush on her face as she glanced up at him. Unable to see, she pulled up her phone and shot a text to her best friend. She looked up and saw the couple cuddled, Nino with headphones in and asleep, while Alya was on her blog on her phone. When she got the notification, she looked up at them and smiled.

“He’s asleep.” Alya sent her reply.

Marinette let out a sigh and turned her tablet off, putting it away in her bag. Alya turned back to her phone and Marinette felt like she couldn’t do anything else but listen to the sound of his breathing and the train rolling over the tracks.

The waters of the English Channel were so calming and relaxing that she didn’t realize she had fallen asleep herself.

When Adrien woke up, the train was in a station, quiet, except for the soft talking that was around from the passengers that stayed in. He glanced forward, finding that the couple had left the train, probably going to the restroom or for a snack.

Adrien glanced down beside him, expecting to see an empty spot where Marinette was supposed to be, but he felt like his eyes were deceiving him.

Marinette was there, sleeping against his shoulder. Adrien watched as she slept, all her features were smooth and her skin shone with the soft light provided from the train. He looked down at her lips and they were parted, wishing he could lean down to kiss them. His hand unconsciously moved up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking the smooth, plump bottom lip.

“C-Chat…” Her voice was soft and dreamy, some thing of pleasure immediately grew in his belly. He was more than glad that she was dreaming of him, but he was envious.

How could Chat make Marinette swoon, while as Adrien, he could barely do anything?

Cursing his alter ego and finding himself as his own competition, he held Marinette in place, before laying himself on her lap. He laid on her arms purposely, in some hopes for her to notice in a half-awake state, that he was there and would respond in some way. Adrien watched as Mariette eyebrows furrowed and she lazily pulled her arms from under Adrien, settling her arms on him.

In Marinette’s half-awake state, she felt hair and ran her fingers through the locks, causing a soft purr to come from Adrien’s throat. Although the cat wasn’t in him right now, he found himself often purring when he was calm and happy – an event that only happened when he was with Ladybug or Marinette.

Adrien got comfortable in Marinette’s lap, his eyes growing heavy with her fingers running through his hair. He inhaled the scent that she provided, it wasn’t as strong as Adrien but it still enchanted him. He let himself fall asleep in her lap, mentally laughing at his alter ego.

When Alya and Nino returned back to their seats, they found Adrien in Marinette’s lap, Marinette resting on Adrien’s back and on her arms. Alya couldn’t help through soft smile that came over her face.

“Sometimes, you’d think that Marinette would just find out while he’s asleep.” Alya had a pen in her hand, going towards the sleeping two, but Nino grabbed Alya’s arm.

“Let them find out on their own if they are or not. What’s the use of us rushing them?” Nino asked.

Alya gave a sigh, looking back at the sleeping two. “You’re right.” Alya said softly. She gave her pen to Nino and went to the sleeping two, pulling the red blanket over the two. “I’m just happy they’re progressing.”

In the hand that wasn’t tangled in Adrien’s hair, Marinette’s pinky had a frayed string from the blanket. And as if pure coincidence, that same string had been unraveled and tangled around Adrien’s pinky too.