I'm so sorry. This is so bad. Don't even think this is good. This story is trash like my ML trashy soul. Anyway, have some trash.
Nino hadn't meant to find out. He really hadn't. No. This is not a secret identity. This is a crush. To think his friend, Marinette, liked his best friend Adrien and to think that Alya had managed to keep it a secret from him for so long. It was a real shock to him. It didn't stop him, however, for having some fun with this. Nino knew nearly all of Adrien's secrets. The only secret Nino didn't know was a secret that he didn't know even existed, Adrien's secret identity.
Marinette, Nino and Alya were sat around Marinette's room, waiting for Adrien. He was late. He had warned them though. It was his father's fault, but it gave them time; gave Nino time. He grinned evilly, "Hey, Marinette?" Her rouge painted face looked up at him, "Do you want me to tell you about Adrien?" Her face lit up and she quickly nodded. She had no idea what she was letting herself into.
He held back a sigh. He disliked being late. There was also the idea of Nino being alone with Marinette and Alya. Something about it scared him. Nino was not the most trustworthy of people. He hoped the shoot would end soon.
Nino pulled out a photo album, "I borrowed this from Adrien's house last time I was there-"
"Did you-"
"Let's just say, some of the pictures interested me." He opened the album to the first page. There was a small blonde boy stood crying next to what appeared to be his mother. The boy was slightly chubbier than the average kid, "That's Adrien." Marinette's jaw dropped. To think her perfect Adrien was such a chubby kid, "He may not look it, but he's a bit of a glutton." Marinette's jaw dropped even further.
"No way." Alya sat up and started giggling.
Nino turned to the next page, "And if you think that's bad," He gestured to the next page. A slightly older, but still chubby Adrien was stood blushing and panicked next to a slightly taller, blonde, confident girl, "He used to have a thing for Chloe. Of course, according to Adrien, Chloe was a lot nicer back then."
"Chloe? Nice? That's got to be a lie," Alya looked down at the mess that was Marinette.
"Apparently, they used to have cute nicknames for each other and they made a promise to marry each other." Marinette nearly choked on nothing, "Of course, Adrien is over that now."
"I don't think Chloe is."
Laughing, Nino pointed at the page on the right. It was a family photo. Adrien seemed really happy and so did his mother. Even his father looked slightly more relaxed than usual, "Adrien's 7th Birthday," Nino tensed slightly, "Adrien's mother went missing a week after this photo was taken." The laughter stopped and everyone quickly snapped to attention, "This was the last Birthday party Adrien had, but of course, Adrien didn't really have friends at this point, so parties were foreign territory to him." Nino trembled slightly. He quickly turned to the next page. The next photo was the first modelling photo that was ever taken of him. He was a lot thinner than the previous ones and a lot more serious. It was terrifying to look at. His hair was nearly covering his eyes. Nino quickly turned to the next page and then skipped to another. They were all modelling photos. He stopped, "This is when me and Adrien met." Nino has his arm around Adrien, much like he usually does and Adrien is awkwardly stood next to him, smiling gently. The next one is a class photo. Adrien is stood in between Chloe and Nino. He's grinning. A lot like a certain cat does. No one makes the link though. The next photos go by a lot more quickly. There all photos of either Adrien modelling or photos of him with Nino. There is a noticeable difference between when Adrien is modelling and when he's with a friend. Eventually, they end up at photo's of the 4 of them and from there they start pointing out when the photo was taken.
Adrien dashed off at the end of his photo shoot and ran the short distance to Marinette's house. He knocked on the door and Marinette's parents answered. They quickly directed him upstairs and he was kind of forced into the bedroom by her parents before he was able to knock. What he saw when he entered, was something he never saw coming. He glanced between Nino and the photo album.
"When did you get that?!" He shrieked and quickly ran to grab it. Nino dodged and moved out of the way.
"Oh come on! We were just passing the time." Nino grinned, getting up and running about the room. Adrien was in pursuit. No one had ever seen this current Adrien so flustered. It was a shock, but at the same time a relief. Marinette and Alya sat back and started laughing.
After about 5 minutes, Adrien managed to get the book back. He glanced between Nino and the girls, "You saw?"
"Saw what?" Alya laughed, "A bunch of photos of a chubby, blonde kid?"
Adrien burned a bright tomato, "Nino!"
"It's fine. It's fine." Nino grinned, "It could have been worse, I could have told them your weight and height as a kid." He went to continue, but Adrien was fast to place his hands over Nino's mouth.
"I can't believe you would do that!" Adrien stepped back and quickly retreated to a corner, where he curled into a ball, "I'm so ashamed." He stayed like that for a few minutes, awkwardly, before Marinette carefully approached him.
She gently rested her hand on his shoulder, "It's ok, Adrien. I thought you were a cute kid." The words left her mouth before she could stop herself. Once they were out, she stepped back and moved the hand to cover her mouth. Adrien stared at her for a minute. Then, he laughed. It was quiet and gentle, but it was there.
He stood up, "Well, we came to play video games," He stretched, "So what are we waiting for?"
They laughed and on the way to the lounge, Nino ruffled Adrien's hair, "Real smooth."
I've been obsessed with the idea of a chubby Adrien ever since chapter 15 and now I have finally had to write about it. Ok, so chubby Adrien doesn't appear much, but he's there. This ended up getting pretty dark at one point. Why can't I write anything that's light and fluffy? I'm so sorry. Also, Adrien and Chloe being childhood friends should be a thing.