"Can you please stop yelling?"

Marinette could see that the phone was pulled away a distance until she lowered her voice. "It's just, I, Alya..." Marinette groaned, dropping herself back on her bed.

"So, let me get this straight," Alya started. "You get to Japan, you get to your hotel, you completely blank on the Japanese you've been studying-"

"It was a long flight!" Marinette tried to defend herself.

"You completely blank on the Japanese you've been studying for for months," Alya reiterated loudly. "A boy who miraculously speaks perfect French also speaks perfect Japanese, and checks you in, somehow manages to be the one. The only. Adrien Agreste."

"Adrien fucking Agreste." Marinette whispered, covering her face with her hands.

Alya remains silent for a bit before she begins to laugh. "What luck you have."

"Shut up." Marinette grumbles.

After more laughter and berating from her best friend, Marinette decided to tour the hotel room.

A two bedroom suite, each room with their own private bathroom. A small living space with a television, a small balcony, a fully equipped kitchen (that Marinette would take full advantage of later), a full fridge that was already full of food.

"Are you hungry?"

A voice startled Marinette out of an also stocked pantry and she turned around, to see the aforementioned blond. "A-Adrien, I-I, uh, hungry?" She babbled.

Alya, who she was still FaceTiming with, gasped and immediately called out to other. "Hey! Hello! I heard you're Marinette's new roommate! Why don't you introduce me to your new roommate, Marinette?" Alya cooed.

"Shut up!" She whisper shouted before ending the call and shoving her phone into her back pocket. She looked up at Adrien, who was looking at her with a slightly confused, yet entertained expression.

"Sorry, about that." Marinette laughed awkwardly. "My friend likes to tease me about a lot of things."

"It's alright." Adrien chuckled. "You can introduce me later." He winked as he moved into the pantry.

Marinette sidled out of the way as he came closer. "Um, about my cooking, I don't do a lot of it, but I do mostly baking. I can cook, but a lot of my skills lie in backing."

Adrien was pulling out a lame excuse of a snack from the pantry, but his eyes were sparkling. "It's always been a dream of mine to go." He replied.

Marinette chuckles softly. "What a nice dream." And to think that her own dream was occurring before her very eyes. "I could... always make you something?"

Puppy eyes and waggy tail galore. "Would you?" He asked excitingly.

Marinette needed to clutch her heart in order to stop it from melting. "Y-Yes!"

It was maybe an hour and a half later, and Marinette was pulling some croissants out from the oven.

"I'm sorry, this is all I could make right now. Our kitchen is lacking some supplies." Marinette said, wiping her face of some flour.

Adrien had been buzzing around, watching her the whole time. He was about to reach for one when Marinette slapped his hand.

"They need to cool down, unless you wanna burn yourself." She chided.

Adrien's puppy eyes made her gasp. "I'm sorry, it's just, they're, uh, really hot!"

Adrien's pout remained on his face for a while and Marinette was already going through another mental breakdown before he smiled.

"I'm sorry, I'm just impatient."

Marinette sighed softly. "I'll clean up and then you can have one."

"Oh, let me help!" Adrien was already making his way to the sink and Marinette zoomed to get between them.

"No!" She shouted.

Adrien rose a curious eyebrow. "No? Why not?" He asked.

"I-I, um, I mean... Why would I make you wash dishes, I mean, you..."

Adrien watched her as she stumbled for words. "Just because I'm the Adrien Agreste, doesn't mean I can't help wash dishes with you. A little water never hurt somebody. " He smiled and stepped around her and started to work on the dishes.

Okay, Marinette... don't put him on such a high pedestal... SHe took a deep breath and went to go help him.

The job was done a lot faster with two pairs of hands, rather than one, and Marinette was now presenting Adrien with her own, homemade croissant.

"They're not exactly like my parents', but it's close enough."

Marinette watched in anticipation as Adrien lifted the croissant up to his lips and took a bite.

There was a moment of absolute silence, where Adrien closed his eyes and chewed slowly. Marinette was biting her lip, internally pulling her hair, already expecting the worst.

She watched as he swallowed the first bite and her heart stopped. Then, his eyes opened and they were sparkles.

"Wow, Marinette! This, these taste great!" Adrien exclaimed, taking another bite. "So flaky, is like they're..." he smacks his lips a bit. "It's like they're melting in my mouth."

Marinette could disintegrate. "You... You think those are good, just wait until you try the real deal." She rubbed her arm lightly.

"Your real deal is just as good, I bet." He nudged her gently.

"O-Oh... Thanks, Adrien." She could explode in peace now.

Adrien has another croissant before putting the rest away, murmuring something about wanting to make them last.

The two bid each other good night, before going to bed.

Marinette was very convinced that this was nothing but a very sweet dream, one she didn't want to wake up from. But, her alarm sang it's pitiful song for her to wake up, successfully rousing her from her sleep.

Either she was still dreaming, or maybe, this was real life, because she woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. And in the closet that was right across her bed, was a lemon bundt cake of a dress.

She rolled out of bed and the room was so unfamiliar. The faintest smell of baked bread that lingered in the air, and out of her window, the scenery was much more different.

So... if this wasn't a dream, then that means...

Marinette stumbled her way out to the living room, and was greeted with the sight of Adrien, roaming around the kitchen in a white tee and black sweatpants.

The boy heard the door open and he looked back at her, half a croissant hanging from his mouth. "Good morning!" Were the muffled words that came out of his mouth.

Marinette thinks she gave a polite good morning before she dove into her room, shut her door, and hid under her blankets.

Yup. This was no dream.