"You feeling alright, purr-incess?"

The cat yet landed on his feet on the railings, besides the bluenette who happened to be sulking out her balcony under the sky tonight. She turned her head around as he spoke, giving him a warm smile before he settle down on the floor. "I should be asking you that, your trips here are getting more often than usual, kitty."

He chuckled and his elbows were placed atop the metal along hers. "Shoukdn't I recieve an answer first from you then? Since I'm the first to ask and all." The blonde showed his signature smirk and looked at her silently while she just laughs.

The laughter of hers eventually died down and she looked the same before he even got to show himself: deep in thought.

"I..think I might like someone else." She looked up to the moon as she was looking down to the street, the cat's ears perked up in curiousity. "Oh, it's not the same boy as you gush always?"

"Shut up, Chat." She hisses in a playful way, earning a chuckle from him. "But, yeah, it's different. He's gentle and cute, he plays music well and performs in a band." Chat Noir couldn't help but feel the similarities of the adjectives and words she's releasing but couldn't point his paw to it.

"He goes by the name Luk-"

Before even finishing, he jolts up in surprise and learn the fact that he does know who she was just talking about. "-a, wait, do you know him perhaps?" She interrogated and raised an eyebrow.

Yeah, I probably work with him in a band but no one knows why I wasn't with the band in episode 8 and fans are just confused.

Course, he couldn't say that to her in any way. She'd get confused over 'work with him', 'episode 8', and 'fans' so he couldn't just say that.

"He does sound familiar to me." He admits the half of the truth, in which she probably believed in.

So wait, this means that she was in love with another guy in the beginning?

But of course, his mind wandered along and continued on rambling. "I was also shocked at the fact you had the audacity to say his name to me when you couldn't tell me the name of your first love." That was a low blow, he thought.

Marinette thought about it for awhile, before coming up with another reply. "Maybe because my first was that..obvious?" She reveals a toothy grin as she tries to smoothly-actually failing-give him a response. Obvious? She always talk about him but never once did a guy popped inside Chat's head.

"Nope, didn't have a clue if I'm going to be honest with you." He sighed and looked up at the moon up tonight. He could hear the faint 'oh' in the background, possibly coming from the bluenette beside him.

"It's just that, he doesn't know even after a year. I tried everything. Writing back to a letter he wrote about me-" Chat nodded along "-but seems that I didn't signed it. That was one. Even after, he asked me for advice on dating this one girl he likes and wanted to bring me along." He again nodded. "I mean, ugh. I feel like it's no use.

"I think he likes one girl and just wants to remain loyal to her, I know I'll be rejected if I actually go up not anonymously to him and confess. I could just imagine it, Chat." Truth, Chat didn't like the sad look Marinette is now carrying on her face. "First loves suck, you know? Especially when you know they can't reciprocate anything back to you."

"But then, Luka was a statue that made my compass go all wonky even more." The cat just listened, didn't bother asking the metaphor she just used. "He's gentle, kind, and he certainly understands on who I am. Hell, he complimented me even when he turned into an akuma!" She gesturec her hands in an explosion making him smile.

"And I just tell myself, why was I so busy desperatingly chasing after one when there was someone who I feel like he knows me better?"

It hit him right at home.

"Princess," As she stopped, she turned to him and let out a small 'hmm' in the midst of the night. "Y'know it'd be a good time for you to tell me who you're first love was. Maybe give him a proper beating then?"

"Violence is not an answer, Chaton."

"Then a hardcore lesson on him?"

She groaned. "I'll tell you, but no beatings?" "Couldn't possibly promise, but this cat could keep his violence resonated deep down."

"It's...Adrien Agreste."

It felt like a bomb to him.

"A-adrien?" He looked visibly shocked and panicked at the same time, maybe even felt pangs of regret somewhere deep inside. "Yeah, blonde, model, green eyed-" He stopped her frantically. "I-I know who he is!"

She turned quiet and looked away from the cat. "Is it that so shell-shocking? Almost every girl in my school crushes on him. I don't see why you're so surprised about it." Marinette hushed in a quiet tone."

"It's-it's just t-that, I-uh-" Quickly! Think of something dumb! "-I-uh though I was y-your first love!" Not that dumb!

"Silly." She deadpans but with a smile on her face.

"Oh, would you look at that? The sun? Probably would rise up soon in 6 hours. Not that long anyways, I could see himts of orange somewhere, well, gotta go! See ya soon, Marinette!" The cat hurried and left a salute to her as his goodbye while she just waved in confusion.

As he got back to his room, he detransformed back to his civilian self and just stood there. "You a-okay, Adrien?" Plagg sympathizes his owner while the blonde model just was stiff as a statue. "N,no." His voice breaks down.

He was oblivious, he was dense. He was a fool, he did deserve anything less. The letter she wrote to him was hers all along, how could he just pass it as the same writing? How dumb was he? He didn't knew, everyone did? And yet, he passed it as she was just a friend.

It was true right? That's she's merely just a friend.

But his heart couldn't say no. There was Ladybug for him but nothing in his body couldn't say no to that question. The question whether she's just a goddamn friend.

Was she? Was she not?

"Adrien? You know you can't ignore anything."

Stop it Plagg.

I don't want to.

"I wish I didn't went out tonight, I hate this." He then sat down on the floor, his arms huddled his knees with the cat kwami flying and trying to comfort him.

He wished that he wasn't her first love.

He blamed himself.