A/N: I was going to make this a oneshot, but now it's going to be a twoshot, possibly three. Please let me know what you think!

I Like Someone Else

Ever since last month, when he figured out Ladybug's identity, Adrien Agreste has been visiting her civilian identity as Chat Noir at night, perfectly protected by night's cloak. It was impossible to woo her as Adrien, since she always stuttered around him and ran away for some reason, so he had to resort to using his superhero identity.

Who knew the kind, talented, cute girl sitting behind him in class all this time was his Lady? Only recently had he begun to notice the similarities between them, as his curiosity and need to know her identity grew and grew.

Physically, they looked the same. Honestly, all Adrien had to do was slap a mask on her face and her identity would be exposed to the world. She didn't even bother to change her hair in her hero form, or civilian form. At least his hair was more unkempt as Chat Noir.

Then again, if she did change her hair, it might've thrown him off as to who his Lady was. So, he had to thank her hindsight.

In terms of personality, Adrien could say that this was the hardest for him to decipher. Since Marinette always acted so shy and intimidated around him, it was impossible to see the assertive and confidant Ladybug side of her. Only when he gazed at her a safe distance away, without her knowing of his eyes locked on her, did he see the Ladybug traits come out.

At last, he recalled how Ladybug and Marinette were never in the same place at the same time. He remembered the times when they or they and their classmates were trapped together in some situation involving an akuma, how Ladybug had to be one of them.

He remembered how one day, it all became so jarringly clear.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was Ladybug, the woman he was completely in love with.

However, she didn't like him back.

He had to find a way to change that.

Thus began his moonlit visits as Chat Noir. Marinette responded just as well as she did when she was Ladybug, teasing him and engaging him in conversations. Things she never would've done as Adrien.

Would...would she be disappointed when she found out his identity? It didn't matter to him that Marinette was Ladybug, he admired both girls greatly. But would she hate Chat Noir if she knew who he really was?

He hoped not.

He shivered as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, heading straight to the all-too-familiar balcony he'd been frequenting as of late. Fall was coming soon, as a result the nights became chillier. All this time when he visited, they would stay on her balcony and talk. Now that it was getting colder, they'd probably move inside.

He'd been in her room once before, when he had to train for the gaming competition at her house all that time ago. Now that his feelings for his classmate were discovered, it gave him a new kind of thrill at the prospect of going into her room.

He landed softly on the balcony floor and tapped his claws against the glass of the trapdoor.

Her light was on, he knew she was awake, but she didn't answer like she usually did. Not even her voice called to him to say that she'll be right there.

A devilish thought came to his mind, making the corners of his mouth curve up. Why not give her a little scare?

He quietly opened the hatch and dropped down onto her bed. Tip-toeing down the staircase leading to the main part of her room, he observed she was nowhere in sight. She must've been in the bathroom or something.

He never fully looked around Marinette's room the last time he was here, so now he took advantage of his opportunity. He spied several rolls of fabric and sewing supplies by her work area, making a fond smile stretch his lips.

Her chaise lounge with the umbrella accessory hanging over it, her blacked-out computer, her walls decorated with his face-

Wait.

Walls. Decorated. His face?

Chat Noir blinked, staring at his alter-ego that peered back down at him from the many pictures displayed on her walls. They were pictures from most of the photo shoots he had partaken in. Looking around, he noted that other pictures of him littered around the room's walls. Why, she even had a framed photo of him on her desk!

While most people might've been creeped out by this kind of discovery, Chat was delighted. That meant she liked Adrien, and judging by the amount of pictures, she liked him a lot.

That explained why she always stuttered around him and ran away any chance she got. She was shy.

He couldn't help but smirk at this revelation. Brave, confident Marinette reduced to a stuttering mess because of her feelings for him. He couldn't help but feel prideful, but most of all, relieved.

She liked him. She liked him!

Now all he had to do was reveal himself, declare his love for her, and then they could finally be together!

A low purr rumbled in his chest at the thought.

He was brought out of his musings by the sound of her trapdoor opening. Marinette poked her head out, although it was bent low to the ground so she didn't see him. Chat grinned and crossed his arms, patiently waiting for her to take notice of him.

When she did, she looked irritated. Her sapphire eyes narrowed and she grit her teeth. "Chat Noir, what are you doing in my room?"

He answered while she fully brought herself inside. "Just wanted to surprise you, Purrincess," he purred flirtatiously, lowering his eyelids and deepening his voice.

Marinette's cheeks colored just the slightest bit before turning pale again. She scoffed and crossed her arms. "You could've surprised me without coming in my room."

"Ah, but then I never would have discovered your crush!" He replied gleefully, clapping his hands together.

The blackette paled even further at his admission. "Wh-What crush?" She asked.

Chat beamed. "Only on the Adrien Agreste! Why else do you have so many pictures of him?"

Marinette blushed and bit her lower lip. However, it was only for a second until she built up the confidence to reply indifferently, "he's my friend. I'm going to support him anyway I can."

Chat's ears drooped the tiniest bit in doubt. No, he had to be right, she had feelings for him! He didn't give his hopes up for nothing. He had to be right.

"But why are the pictures all over your walls? You can buy the magazines he poses in, that'd be supporting him, you don't have to hang his pictures up everywhere."

Marinette crossed her arms and rolled her eyes again. "Because his father's an awesome designer! I get inspiration from the clothes he models. Besides, I like someone else."

And there it was. He should've known better than to get his hopes up. Really, how could he have been so stupid? To actually believe his Lady and his Princess could have feelings for just a spoiled rich kid, who occasionally gallivanted around in a leather suit trying to make a difference in the world.

No one could ever love him, the pure kind of love he wanted. Not his father, who only saw him as a trophy. Not Chloe, who only saw his looks. And not even Marinette, who only saw him as a partner and a source of clothing inspiration.

He should've known better.

Marinette flinched in nervousness, hoping Chat would buy her lie. She had become really good friends with him, as both Ladybug and Marinette. She didn't want his opinion of her to be ruined because of her creepy display of Adrien's pictures. If she admitted she had a crush on the kind model, Chat would probably never want to talk to her again, in fear that if she started to like him he'd suffer a similar photo-hanging-fate.

As if her feelings could be swayed so easily. But...

She had to admit he was beginning to find a place in her heart.

So she had to lie about her stronger feelings for Adrien, and make up some rational excuse for the pictures. Judging from Chat's stoic features, she'd say he believed her.

"I see," he finally said with a small smile. "Forgive me for my hindsight, Princess. So, who's the lucky guy?"

Marinette gulped. She shouldn't have included that last bit. Great, now what was she supposed to say?

"Um...I don't want to say."

Please be fine with that answer, please!

"Then describe him to me," he prompted, the picture of casual inquiry. Unbeknownst to her, his tail gave a small, agitated twich. "What man managed to snag the fair Princess's heart?"

She couldn't describe Adrien, Chat would either not believe she didn't have feelings for him or he'd think she was describing himself.

It was too risky. The only option was to make something up.

"Well," she stalled, biting her lip. She walked away from him, towards her chaise. What would she say? She had to describe someone.

She thought back to all the guys in her class. No, it wouldn't feel right describing one of them, it'd feel too weird. Then she could make a guy up! But who...?

A scene of one of her favorite movies popped into her head, specifically a picture of the prince whom she had fallen in love with as a little girl. He looked nothing like Adrien or Chat, he'd be perfect!

The blackette sighed and smiled wistfully, fully playing the part of a lovestruck maiden. "He has the thickest, darkest hair I've ever seen. It's so dark it could rival coal. And his eyes are such a deep, sea blue. I could get lost in them forever. His smile is so beautiful-"

As Marinette went on and on, lost in her fantasy, Chat's eyes kept narrowing and his lip curled up in a snarl. He couldn't help but feel insanely jealous, to hear the woman he was in love with prattle on and on about a different guy.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he get her in that kind of state?

He wanted to just grab her and kiss her, make her stop talking about the guy that wasn't him. Make sure only his face and his name were all she could think about.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. Marinette stopped talking about the seemingly perfect guy and swivelled around to face him, a large smile in place. If he'd been looking closer, he would've seen it was wobbling nervously.

"Well, it's obvious you like this guy a lot," he spoke, forcing his voice to sound light and not bite out the words. "Clearly Adrien doesn't have a chance."

Marinette scoffed. "As if he'd want one," she muttered sadly before gasping. "I-I mean yeah, he doesn't. Well, it's getting late, Chat. I have to get to sleep, it's a school night. I'll see you later?" She rushed out, silently begging him to go. She didn't know how much longer she could keep the charade up.

Chat took the cue and bowed, a corner of his mouth tilted up in a sad smile. "You're right. I shouldn't keep this princess from her beauty sleep, even though she can't possibly be any more beautiful." He winked cheekily while she rolled her eyes at the ridiculous flirtation, yet a small blush ghosted over her cheeks.

"Good night," he bade, walking over to the staircase leading to her bed and jumping out the trapdoor. As he looked back down at her, she smiled and returned the good night wish.

He turned and fled back into the night, smile being replaced by a brooding frown.

Who was the guy that captured her heart? He couldn't place anyone in his mind that had black hair and blue eyes, so obviously he didn't know them.

When he made it back to his room and de-transformed, Plagg eagerly went to his supply of camembert while his Chosen scowled and paced across the room.

"Big deal, so she likes someone else," Plagg drawled, pausing in his meal. "There's other girls out there."

Adrien's teeth bared in anger. "There's only one Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Plagg rolled his eyes. "You're getting too worked up over this. It's just a silly teenage crush, she'll get over it and come running to you in no time."

"Did you hear what she said?!" Adrien shrieked. "How she kept going on about that guy? She loves him." He visibly deflated in sorrow. "You can't get over love easily."

"Trust me, kid, I've seen this happen plenty of times. The Ladybug gets all lovestruck over some guy and Chat Noir is left feeling jealous on the sidelines. But," the kwami smirked, "with just a bit of flirting and wooing, the Chat Noir wins."

Adrien raised his eyes to the little mischievous god. "Really? Chat Noir always wins?"

"Always," Plagg confirmed with a nod. "You're honestly not that much different from my past Chosens. You all loved your Ladybugs and got stupidly lovesick for them. And, for some unfathomable reason, they ended up loving the Chat Noirs back."

The blond grinned. He had a chance! Hopefully he truly wasn't much different from his hero ancestors and he managed to win his Lady's heart like the rest did.

A/N: Not much humor here, but I promise there will be ;) Hint: It involves bushes, binoculars, and Plagg's laughing ;D