A/N: Because a couple of people asked for more and I'm weak :D Take your fluff.

Alya was an excellent best friend, if she could say so herself. She would always have Marinettte's back, whether it was running for the class president or being an emotional support after an encounter with Adrien. So when she had seen Marinette talk to the boy in question and the two of them leaving together afterwards, she had expected to be texted in a few hours with all the details.

Except it was close to eight and her Marinette-assigned ringtone hadn't sounded since the late afternoon. She thought Marinette would want to talk about what had gone on, whether it had been an awkward silence or an embarrassingly stuttered conversation. But there was nothing.

Finally, her curiousity got better of Alya and she tapped out a quick message to her best friend.

Alya: So how did your date with Adrien go? ;)

A few minutes passed and the longed for sound of a text message finally came.

Marinette: He asked me out.

Alya blinked, then closed her eyes for five seconds and opened them again. The message didn't change and Alya almost smashed the call button as she dialed her best friend.

"Yes, Alya?"

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, GIRL?"

Okay, the shouting was probably too much but Alya couldn't find it in herself to care.

"Ow, you don't have to shout," Marinette said and Alya wondered at how even her voice sounded.

"How come you didn't let me know as soon as it happened?"

"I'm still processing it myself," Marinette admitted and Alya realized her best friend was probably just as, if not more, shocked as Alya herself. Because yes, Alya rooted for that particular romance to happen but at the speed Marinette was moving, Alya expected another year to pass before anything happened. And she definitely didn't expect Adrien to make the first move. Alya liked the boy but he could be rather dense in social situations. Not his fault but still, this was out of the blue.

"I'm afraid to pinch myself to find out if this is only a dream," Marinette continued and Alya sighed.

"As far as I know, this is a reality."

There was a pause and then, in a tone of wonder...

"Alya, Adrien said he liked me and then he asked me out."

"Well, you're very likable," Alya said with a laugh before a thought came to her. "You told him yes, didn't you?"

Because as much as Alya liked Marinette, failing to reply to a date invitation from a boy of her dreams was unfortunately something Alya could easily see her friend do.

"Actually..." Marinette trailed off and Alya groaned, getting ready to track down Adrien and clear up the misunderstanding - because that was what best friends did, when Marinette giggled. "I said okay! And he smiled and then I smiled and oh my god, Alya, we kept smiling at each other."

"I can imagine," Alya said dryly. Well, it seemed the situation was finally dawning on her friend. "I'm so happy for you."

"Yeah, he's everything I could have ever wanted and more."

Marinette sounded even more dreamy than usual but Alya didn't begrudge her that. The girl was getting her dream fulfilled, after all. She deserved to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. They chatted for a bit longer and after extracting a promise of sharing more of the details the following day, they finally said goodbye and hung up.

Alya was earlier at the school than usual. Marinette mentioned that Adrien was going to walk her to the school in the morning - and wow, wasn't that cute?, and Alya wanted to see for herself just how the two would interact after their change in status.

Nino joined her in her vigil after a few minutes and they kept watching in the direction of the bakery.

"Pretty surprising news, huh?" Nino said. "I almost fell off my chair when Adrien told me."

Alya snorted at that before admitting:

"I thought I was hallucinating when I got Marinette's text."

"Just wow."

"And they managed on their own, too," Alya said before fake sniffling. "I'm so proud of them."

"We raised them well," Nino agreed and they grinned at each other just before the subjects of their conversation made an appearance.

Marinette and Adrien were walking side-by-side and holding hands. Occasionally, one of them would say something and the other would reply and then they would bashfully look away for a moment before their eyes would find each other again. They appeared to be in their own little world and it was the cutest thing Alya had ever seen, and yes, that included the baby otters' video.

They came to a stop before their friends and smiled a bit sheepishly at the expectant looks on their faces.

"Hi," Marinette said.

"Don't hi me, girlfriend. I want to know how exactly this happened. You promised details last night."

"Yeah, dude," Nino told Adrien. "I'm with Alya on this, spill!"

"It's nothing exciting," Adrien said. "Marinette invited me to play video games with her, we talked for a bit, I asked her out and here we are."

It would take someone far more gullible than Nino and Alya to think it had been that simple. The secret look that Marinette and Adrien shared was a clear indication there was far more to that story but for now, they would let the new couple be. After all, it would be more effective to interrogate them one-on-one later on.

Having been early for once meant that the four of them were in their seats before the rest of the class came in. Some people stared for a bit at the way Marinette and Adrien huddled close over Marinette's desk, with Adrien having turned and knelt on his seat but no one made any comment. Alya and Nino watched them indulgently, trying, although not very hard, not to eavesdrop on their conversation. It mostly consisted of them comparing their favourite bands, shows and movies, grinning every time they found to have something in common.

Mme. Bustier's entrance forced Adrien to turn back and sit properly but not before he sneaked a quick hand kiss. Alya's eyebrows went high at that, because, damn, Adrien was smoother than she had given him credit for.

The lesson went by mind-numbingly slow. French lit could be fun at times but who needed to learn about romantic poets when there was a love story in progress right in their class? Alya jotted down a couple of notes here and there to give an appearance of paying attention but other than that, she was focused mostly on her friends.

Marinette was doodling sketches in between sneaking glances at Adrien and as for Adrien, he was busy writing something. With how often he scratched things out, Alya didn't think it had anything to do with their lessons.

Finally the bell rang and Alya got ready to start her interrogation of Marinette when someone else decided to make their presence known.

"~Adrikins!~" Chloé sang out as she stood up from her seat and leaned over his desk. "What are you writing?"

Adrien tensed and Alya didn't have to think long about pulling out her phone and starting recording. It was mean, yes, but as far as Alya was concerned, Chloé deserved to have some humble pie served. The way Adrien looked at Chloé when she snatched the paper from him didn't bode well for that girl.

"Oh, it's a poem. You shouldn't... have..." she trailed off as she quickly read over the lines and her face got darker the more she read. "What's the meaning of this?" she screeched and Adrien took the paper back from her slack grip.

"It's a poem I wrote. For Marinette. It's not as good as she deserves, I know," he said self-deprecatingly and cleared his throat. Alya nearly squealed and Marinette looked on the verge of fainting. Because what followed...

"M is for how marvelously kind you are to everyone.

A is for how amazingly brave you are every day.

R is for revolutionary because you changed my life for the better.

I is for how incredibly beautiful you are, inside and out.

N is for how nervous I am that I'm not worthy of you.

E is for extraordinary because that word describes you best.

T is for talented, which you definitely are.

T is also for how terrific it is you like me back and

E stands for everything, because that's what you are to me."

There was a long beat of silence before-

"Holy shit!" Kim.

"Dude!" Nino.

"Wow!" Juleka.

"How sweet!" Rose.

Adrien and Marinette were happily ignoring it all as they were once again in their little world. Alya could just make out their whispered conversation.

"Why?" Marinette asked.

"Because I made a promise to myself I'll tell you everyday just how special you are," he replied and tugged at her hair playfully. "You better get used to this treatment, Princess."

"Well," Chloé said haughtily. "You win for now, Marinette. I have better things to do than watch Adrien make a huge mistake. He'll come to his senses soon enough. Come Sabrina."

She left the classroom, passing by the next teacher who just sighed, knowing better than to try and stop her. That would be just asking for trouble.

"Take your seats, please."

Alya flashed Marinette's thumbs-up and pretended not to see the way she smoothed out the paper with the poem before carefully tucking it into her sketchbook.

Of course Chloé would cause another akuma, Alya thought as she recorded the battle currently taking place along the entirety of Rue de Rivoli-Le Marais. Haredresser was fortunately more concerned with telling everyone that bunnies were the cutest, especially when being used as motifs in hair ornaments, than with causing a lot of destruction. Once Chat Noir managed to snag the hair-tie with a pink bunny on it and tossed it to Ladybug, things were wrapped up quickly.

Alya kept filming the heroes through their customary fist bump and a short conversation that followed. She wasn't close enough to hear it but it seemed that whatever Chat Noir was telling Ladybug, it was making her laugh a lot. And then came the moment when he took her hand and raised it to his lips and Alya expected things to unfold as they always had.

Ladybug would gently push him away or bop him on the nose and they would go their separate ways, with Chat Noir glancing after her longingly. Except this time, Ladybug was in no hurry to take her hand back. As a matter of fact, she not only allowed Chat to kiss her hand but when he turned it over and pressed another kiss to her wrist, she giggled.

Alya felt her jaw dropping. No way! When had the two gotten together? First Marinette and Adrien and now Ladybug and Chat Noir. The two relationships she wanted to see happen did so within a day of each other. Was there something in the water?

Well, this was a major scoop for the Ladyblog and Alya finally stopped recording when Ladybug and Chat Noir took off together, for once heading out next to each other. There was a lot of editing to be done.