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Adrien had a habit of sneaking out and staying with Nino. Alya knew this and was not surprised when, after two weeks of living with her boyfriend, she came home late one night from chasing an Akuma battle to find Nino and Adrien asleep on the couch.
She snapped several pictures because her boys were adorable and went to bed.
She was only mildly surprised to find out a week later that Adrien came in through their living room window. It wasn’t even connected to the fire escape—that was a good ten feet away, accessible via the communal hall. They were on the sixth floor.
That night, after she’d coached Adrien through being her sous chef in a kitchen that barely fit two while Nino did homework on the dining room table and played some relaxing music for the three of them, after they’d eaten dinner, after they’d watched a movie and she’d nearly fallen asleep on Nino, she’d grabbed Nino’s hand to pull him to bed.
He hadn’t budged and when she looked over she almost grabbed her phone on instinct—Adrien was always cute, of course, but something about how he relaxed when he was asleep…
But Nino had complained about his back for a day and a half, last time.
“You two are too big for the couch,” she whispered, “we can all fit in our bed.”
And so they’d herded six foot of sleepy model to their bed.
“I don’t want to impose,” he’d mumbled.
“You couldn’t possibly, sunshine.”
When they went to sleep, Nino was in the middle.
When she woke up, she was.
She was laying mostly on top of Adrien, with Nino pressed against every inch of her back.
As much as she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to disturb either of the men in bed with her, just wanted to go back to sleep and stay this cozy for as long as possible, she was much too warm and she needed to pee.
She tried to extract herself, but the moment she began to lift up, both of them held her tighter, Adrien curling towards her and Nino’s hand shifting from her tummy to her ribs, pushing her shirt up in the process, his morning wood pressing into her back.
Her breathing went shallow.
She grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, pulling. “Guys, common,” she did not whine, she whispered. “I gotta pee.”
Adrien hummed and nuzzled her hair.
Nino sighed.
“Time to wake up, boys,” she continued.
After a couple more gentle nudges, Adrien leaned back and blinked slowly at her.
She’d never seen his eyes from quite this close before, and she wished she’d had more time to appreciate them as she finally tugged Nino’s arm off and climbed over Adrien.
When she got out of the bathroom, Adrien was gone. Nino explained that Adrien had an early photo shoot before his more reasonably scheduled afternoon classes, and needed to get home before his father’s assistant noticed his absence.
Alya had tackled Nino to the bed and they hadn’t gotten around to getting breakfast for an hour.