CAT NAP

Hi! I've fallen in the ML fandom and I'm stuck for the mean time.

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Warning: changing tenses, present tense

When Adrien was very small, his father (and Natalie) used to find him curled up on all manner of surfaces. There were the common sense places: chairs, beds, and couches. Then there were the strange places: floorboards, tables, and drawers. Once, Mr. Adreste entered the library and found little Adrien, hair tousled, face dusty, curled up on a bottom shelf between an English dictionary and a world atlas.

It was a strange place to find the boy, but Mr. Adreste, with the fond sigh of a parent used to the strange things their kids did, merely shook Adrien awake and told him to play outside instead.

The shelf had been facing a window.

Sunlight. That was really the common factor. Like a great yellow kitten, Adrien had curled up on any warm surface he could find. It was exasperating when Mr. Adreste needed to find Adrien, but it was also very cute. Apart from amusing Mr. Adreste and Natalie, the kitten naps had amused a great many staff and party guests. He was much older now, but everyone still loved to remind him of those peculiar kitten naps.

He's never grown out of it.

Adrien likes to think it's because of the ring and not because it's in his nature (he's mortified enough when it happens, especially now). Unfortunately, he can't deny that he's been cat napping since childhood.

Adrien honestly cannot help himself.

When the sun is warm enough, his eyelids feel heavy, no matter how awake he is before then, and his entire body sings to lie down, to soak in the lazy afternoon sun.

That's usually how Natalie will find him: curled up in the light, a hint of a purr in his chest.

Like always, she'll give him an amused smile. Really, Adrien? Still? But she'll leave him be.