Preston's POV 

You'd think that I would be used to it by now, getting up bright and early in the morning for my classes. I've spent most of my life waking up just after sunrise thanks to our shitty education system, and yet...the older I get, it never gets any better.

In fact, I'd argue it gets worse.

With my second cup of coffee in one hand and a toasted whole wheat bagel in the other, I walked into the large lecture hall of my psychology class. There were other students there already. They sat within the long rows of desks, their laptops and tablets and notebooks open as they quietly chatted amongst themselves.

I found a seat near the front, by the professor's podium, and sat down, setting my coffee and bagel on the table and my bag between my legs on the floor. I pulled out my laptop and set it on the table in front of me, turning it on, a yawn escaping my lips.

It was way too early in the morning to be learning about neurochemical systems and psychopathology. Granted, it was almost ten, but I had been awake for nearly three hours now and so I was ready to fall back asleep. Not even this second cup of coffee could keep me awake and focused.

I just wanted to go back home and curl up in bed. Preferably with Adrien in my arms. I could spend the rest of my days lying in bed with him, hugging him close to me, the rest of the world locked away from the coziness of our apartment. Those would be the greatest days of my life, just being with him and not having to worry about anything else.

A heavy sigh left my lips. I sipped my coffee and unwrapped my bagel as I pulled up the course syllabus on my laptop and a blank document. I checked my phone, smiling at Adrien's text message he had sent me earlier that said: I hope your first day of classes goes well, love you!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥

Fuck. He was so fucking cute. I loved him so much.

The professor walked in many minutes later. She stood up at the podium, setting down her bag and plugging in her laptop. I set my phone aside after sending Adrien a quick text back, and turned my attention to the professor as she introduced herself and started going through the course syllabus with all of us on the large projector screens, explaining the main purpose of the course.

To sum it up—the neurochem basis of behaviour. Analyzing how different drugs mix with various neurochemical systems and how they affect people's behaviours and motivations. We'd also be looking at some psychopathology and their various treatment options.

I briefly thought back to Adrien while typing away at my document, and how he's just recently come off his antidepressants after a long while of weaning. Damn, this class might have been useful if I had taken it earlier. I let out a breath and shook my head, pushing the thoughts out of my head.

The lecture lasted an hour and a half. I typed away at my document, noting down everything she was saying, occasionally sipping my coffee and snacking away on my bagel. She spent the first half of the lecture going through the course syllabus, and then spent the second half getting into our first lecture—psychopharmacology, neuropharmacology, illicit drug use, and substance abuse.

Great. I was going to be learning about addictions in this course too, wasn't I?

Not surprising though, given the description of the course. This wasn't the first time a course talked about the nature of addictions, and I'm certain it wouldn't be the last, given the nature of my major.

The rest of my morning was long and tiring. After the lecture was over, I packed up my things and walked out of the lecture hall and headed to the campus library, where I spent my half-hour break before my next class writing a list of my assignments and exams for the entire semester.

My afternoon class was just as long. But once the lecture was over, I was getting in my car and driving back to my apartment. My final psychology lecture wasn't until 4:30 in the evening, so I had a few hours to kill to make lunch and relax.

When I got back to the apartment, I unlocked the door and headed inside. The cool breeze of the air conditioner and the cozy aroma of the vanilla and lavender air freshener that Adrien had circulating our apartment instantly relaxed me. It was the smell of home. Our home.

I kicked off my shoes and walked over to the kitchen, setting my bag down on the table with a heavy sigh. I ran my fingers through my hair and then stretched my arms above my head, groaning and arching my back.

A chirpy meow reached my ears, catching my attention. I dropped my arms from above my head and turned my attention over to the living room. My heart warmed instantly when I saw Adrien fast asleep on the couch with a blanket over him, Latte snuggled up with him in his arms.

I smiled and walked over, standing behind the couch. Latte looked up at me with sleepy content eyes, loud purrs vibrating from him. I leaned over the couch and scratched behind his ears, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"You're so cute. And a baby. You know that?" I said, my smile widening when Latte just meowed at me in response.

"But you're also a little troublemaker, aren't you? Under all that cuteness. Don't think I've forgotten how you woke me up this morning, you little shit." I pointed my finger at him, poking him in the nose. "You're lucky that you're cute and can do no wrong in Adrien's eyes. He rewards you with too many treats and kisses." 

Latte only meowed and purred louder, opening and closing his eyes slowly. I chuckled and pressed another kiss to the top of his head. Adrien stirred in his sleep then—he shifted on the couch and opened his eyes, squinting them, his eyes still heavily laced with sleep.

"Hey, sweetheart." I greeted softly, reaching down to brush my fingers through his blonde curls. Adrien hummed and rubbed his eyes, rolling onto his back.

"Hey...did you just get back?" He asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes some more. I gently combed his hair out of his face.

"Yeah. I have another class in a few hours, but decided to come home for a little bit." I replied. Adrien nodded. He slowly sat himself up on the couch, Latte shifting to sit on Adrien's lap. "Have you been home long?"

"Uhm...I don't know, maybe an hour?" He mumbled with furrowed brows, his lips turning into a frown. He reached over to the coffee table and grabbed his phone to check the time, nodding his head slowly. "Yeah, about an hour or so."

"Hm..." I watched him silently, taking in his tired eyes and overall dazed expression. I pressed the back of my hand against his forehead, and then my palm. He glanced back up at me. "You've been napping a lot lately. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah...I think so...? Ugh, I don't know." Adrien shook his head, rubbing at his eyes again. He dropped his phone in his lap. "I'm sorry, I've just been feeling really tired the past couple of weeks. No matter how much sleep I get, it just doesn't feel like enough."

"Hey, what are you sorry for?" I raised a brow, dropping my hand from his forehead. "If you're tired, then by all means rest, babe."

Adrien shrugged. I flashed him a loving smile. I combed my fingers through his curls once more and leaned over the couch, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Adrien returned the smile with a soft one of his own.

"I'm about to make some lunch. Want some?" I asked. He nodded.

"Mm...Could you make penne pasta? With bolognese sauce?" Adrien flashed me one of his cute, but tired smiles. "I've been kinda craving it..."

I pressed a quick kiss against his lips. "You're always craving pasta."

"Pleaseeeeeeeee?" He pouted. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Okay, okay. Anything for my prince." I replied with a smirk.

Adrien's smile widened, a gentle blush coating his cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart." I whispered and pressed another kiss against his lips. Adrien cupped my face in his hands and kissed me back, his lips and his smell and his gentle touch causing my heart to flutter in my chest.

Fuck, I loved him so fucking much.

"Mm...kiss me like that again and maybe I'll have you for lunch instead." Adrien purred against my lips. He looked up at me with cute, flirty eyes. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't tempt me, baby." I whispered back.

Adrien laughed and pinched my cheeks. I grinned. My eyes roamed his face for a moment, taking him in and admiring his beauty, and Adrien watched me admire him, the blush on his face burning hotter. I then gave him one last loving kiss before I dreadfully pulled away from him, and headed back into the kitchen to make us lunch, just as promised.

One steaming hot pot of penne pasta with bolognese sauce, and a vanilla cupcake from the local bakery as a surprise dessert. My sweet, adoring Prince deserved nothing less.