Author's Note: Welcome to Nino Appreciation Week everyone! Thank you wearemiraculous for doing this for us!

This is going to be a collection of prompts, some will be related. It will be signalled each time.

This is prompt for Day 1: Music/Film, part 1 of a two-chapter story for Days 1 and 3.

Special thanks to Remasa for encouraging comments and pointing out the mistakes!

Did I mention I can't drabble? I still can't.
In case it's not obvious: they are about 5 years older, Alya and Marinette share a flat, as are Nino and Adrien.

"Let It Go"

'Hey, babe! Whassup?!'

Alya froze on the doorstep eyeing him up and down.

'What are you doing here?' she asked suspiciously.

'Um, visiting my friends?' he ventured. 'It's nice to see you too?' he suggested after lack of response on her end of the conversation.

The redhead took a sweeping glance at the corridor behind his back. 'Adrien's not with you?'

'Nope. He's getting ready,' Nino replied with a surprising amount of sarcasm.

'Then it's good you're here,' Alya dragged him inside and closed the door in one swift motion. 'I need a babysitter.'

'What now?'

'A babysitter. Maman had an emergency at the restaurant so she dropped Etta and Ella at my place. They are already crazy bored.'

'So?'

'So I need you to keep them busy somehow.'

'Why don't you do it yourself? You're an expert at babysitting or so I've heard,' Nino grinned at her. Babysitting two little girls? Nah, he'll pass.

'Please Nino,' Alya pursed her lips and fluttered her lashes. 'I know you're actually quite good with kids and we have a crisis.' She nodded in the direction of the bathroom.

'A crisis.' Nino repeated flatly.

Marinette's head emerged from behind the bathroom door. At least he thought it was Marinette. Bluebell eyes, freckles and her timid smile were all there, but her hair…

'Oh…' he whispered not sure what one is supposed to say when some alien creature attacks your friend's head. Alya followed his gaze and chuckled.

'May I introduce you to Miss Madly Clumsy's newest adventure,' she announced. 'Pre-date hair crisis.'

Marinette tried to groan but it came out more as a giggle. Nino suspected that after years of various hapless incidents she was bound to get used to things like that.

'Wait. Why aren't you at your place helping Adrien?' the crisis girl asked.

'Um…,' Nino scratched his chin. 'It got too Agrestive for me there.'

Alya and Marinette rolled their eyes in unison.

'Ugh, you spend too much time with Adrien,' the latter muttered. 'But why are you really here?'

'I politely excused myself after a not very pleasant conversation with Adrien's father.'

'And what's his father doing there? It's your place.'

'Apparently supporting his son before his first real date,' Nino said dryly. 'Anyway, he didn't like my suggestions as to what Adrien should wear.'

'So you left Adrien alone?'

'What? No! What kind of friend would do that?!' Nino spluttered indignantly. 'No, his father is helping him now.'

'WHAT?!' Alya looked mortified.

'Look. This is Gabriel freaking Agreste. Do you know anyone better qualified to choose Adrien's clothes for this occasion?' He asked raising his brow and nodding slightly in Marinette's direction. The brunette was making quiet squealing noises, though Nino couldn't guess if it was at the thought her childhood idol choosing an outfit or her crush getting all dolled up. As far as he knew it could have even been both.

'Oh…' The redhead deflated a bit. 'And Adrien's okay with that?'

'Relax, babe. He's ecstatic. Best day ever, huh?'

'I suppose,' Alya didn't look convinced. 'Anyway, the twins? I'll go get them.'

'Fine,' Nino gave up. He would be more than happy to do anything Alya asked for. He sent a love-struck look after her. Nino only allowed himself those when no one was around.

'If you'd ask her out she'd say yes, you know,' he heard Marinette's small voice beside him. Crap, he thought she was in the bathroom. 'You've been looking at her like that for a long time. You should do something about it,' she said gently.

'Look at her,' he said resigned. 'What would a girl like that want from a guy like me?'

'Oh, Ninny,' he felt her arms snaking around his shoulders and then she was hugging him. 'How can you even say that! You're a fantastic guy, and Alya would be lucky to be with you!' She exclaimed with passion that startled Nino for a moment.

'Don't repeat the mistakes me and Adrien have made,' she whispered into his ear. 'Five years! We've wasted five years dancing around each other, while we could have been together all this time!'

'Yeah,' Nino chuckled. 'It's ridiculous how long it took you two oblivious idiots to finally get to the first date.'

'See?' Marinette withdrew from the hug and gave him a warm smile. 'You're not an oblivious idiot. Just tell her!' She hugged him again and he kissed the top of her head.

'Thank youuuu- what the hell did you do to your hair!' Now that he got a close look this didn't look like alien invasion but more like a science experiment gone very wrong.

'Um… curling iron and green highlights – not my best idea,' she said sheepishly.

'Right. His colors,' Nino muttered under his breath. 'Adrien would love it.' He admitted.

'Well, he's gonna have to love ordinary me and what's left of my hair.' Marinette flashed him a bright smile just as Alya emerged from her room with two little redheads in tow.

'I've found the scissors,' she said. 'Etta was getting busy with one of my comics,' she sent the twin on the left a murderous glare. Nino always wondered how could she tell which sister was which.

'Please, don't let them leave your sight. They're worse than Chat's cataclysm,' she warned and urged them into the living room. Then she turned to Marinette.

'Haircut time, dear,' she announced and her friend sighed in resignation disappearing behind bathroom door.

Nino was at a loss. He was good with kids, his little cousins to be precise, but it was easy enough. He just had to find a ball and ask who was going to be Neymar and for the next hour or so the problem was solved. Then he would turn on one cartoon or another and prepare some food. His little cousins were easy to manage. But girls? What did they do for fun?

Currently the twins were busying themselves with a pile of old clothes Alya had just dumped in the middle of the living room.

'I'm gonna be Cinderella!' One of them, possibly Ella, exclaimed wrapping Marinette's blue pareo around herself.

'And I'm gonna be Bella! The other, probably Etta, replied instantly putting on Alya's yellow sundress.

Ah, it looked like they were quite happy. Nino took that opportunity to inspect his phone to check if Adrien was still alive.

A few texts and one extremely Chat style gif later Nino was so focused on his phone that he missed an innocent question, automatically replying "Sure".

'But which princess?' An inquiring voice brought him back from conversation with his best friend.

'What?'

'Which princess you're going to be?'

'Excuse me?' Nino raised his eyes from his phone to see two mounds of folded fabric with hazel eyes.

'What are you looking at?' The yellow mound asked instantly diving to his phone.

'Do you have any princesses there?' The blue heap followed her sister and Nino lost hold of the device.

Hmmm. One phone, three people? What could he do?

'My work here is done!' Alya announced emerging from the bathroom half an hour later, Marinette at her heels inspecting her new haircut in a hand mirror.

'Awww, Alya! You're amazing! I never would have thought pixie cut would suit me,' She cooed at her reflection. 'How are you so good with scissors!'

'Ah, remember that time when there was that thing I couldn't do?'

Marinette widened her eyes in surprise. 'No.'

'Neither do I,' Alya winked at her. 'Now where's our babysitter and the little monst- I mean the little angels? Oh-' she stopped mid step and put a finger to her lips.

'What?' Marinette whispered looking over her friend's shoulder. 'Oh-'

'~Let it goO! Let it gOOo!~' sang a little but strong voice as Alya started sneaking her way into the living room. '~And I'll rise like the break of daAawn~.'

'~Let it goO! Let it gOOo!~' a second soprano joined, clear as a bell, when they turned around the corner '~That perfect girl is goOne~!'

'~Here I staAand in the light of daaAay!~' a third, much lower voice took over.

Alya and Marinette reach the room and saw that it belonged to a familiar tall figure wrapped in blue and white shawls, save for a red cap on top. The figure took hold of a pink microphone and was now reaching the end of the vocals at the top of his voice.

'~Let the storm rage oOOOOOOOOOO-~' Nino dragged the last note as long as he could but faltered noticing the unexpected audience.

Marinette and Alya instantly turned, their backs touching and hips cocked. 'The cold never bothered me anyway!' they sang in unison smiling at their quickly reddening friend.

'Encore! Encore!' The twins screamed excitedly, jumping on the couch. Nino was the best babysitter they ever had!

AN: I hope you liked this part. I'd love to hear what you think.

There's going to be one more chapter in this story - for Day 3: Favorite Ship.

I planned 5 prompts for 5 days, so remember to check them out here, on my tumblr or on wearemiraculous blog

Happy Nino Appreciation Week!

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