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Okay, obviously I'm not busy enough to not write any more fanfictions... Let's begin with something small: A second chapter to The Small Things (Haha). Everything's the same just out of Marinettes point of view. Obviously I can't take the laughter for the first, she's not immensely attached to Chats laughter, so I took something slightly different, but... Enjoy so far ;)

It were the huge things that made Marinette suspicious.

The first was his sadness.

Finally! She was in time for class! Running up the stairs happily, she skipped into her classroom.

Alya wasn´t there yet, neither was Nino. Only Adrien sat in his seat, tipping something away on his mobile. Marinette slowed her steps and regarded him for a few seconds.

Even when he was busy with the technological device, he looked sad, lonely. It made her heart soar and she just wanted to hug him, tell him that everything is going to be all right. But sadly, it was not her place to do so.

She knew his life was not the best at home. A distant father and a schedule full to the brim with activities he doesn´t even like. All he needed was love, but no one gave it to him, no one seemed to care. She desperately wanted to be that person, holding him, hugging him, but that was impossible with her current inability to even form coherent sentences around him.

At this moment he looked up and caught her staring, Marinette flushed red and flashed him a nervous smile. Did he mind?

"Good morning Marinette!" he smiled and put his mobile aside, "You´re on time!"

What followed was an awkward conversation and somewhen Alya arrived, saving her.

Ladybug was jumping over Paris´ rooftops, letting the nightly air brush through her bangs and pigtails. She loved the crisp and swinging with her yoyo through the streets. It felt like flying, she felt free, playing with gravity like a small child with a toy. That definitely was the best on being Ladybug.

All too quick, she arrived at the Champ de Mars, spotting her partner on one of the top beams of the famous landmark. Spinning her yoyo fast to latch it onto the top too, she soared up into the air and landed a few beams beneath Chat Noir.

She wanted to greet him like usual, but couldn´t resist to gaze at him in wonder, searching for something. No, she was no stalker. It was just Chat and she was not creepy at all.

His eyes roamed over Paris and a small smile graced his lips. He obviously thought of something pleasant but... he seemed off again. There it was, his smile didn´t quite reach his eyes, some indefinable sadness lingered in those shining green orbs.

Last week she saw it for the first time. A sadness that threw her off, how can someone so quirky and funny like Chat know such a sadness? Since then she found herself regarding his expression and she more than often found it. Always when they sat together in silence and he was left to his own thoughts, this expression appeared. A trained smile and sad eyes. It somehow reminded her of Adriens very own one, but she brushed that thought away, no situation can compete with Adriens.

"Hey Kitty," she called and jumped up behind her partner.

He leaned back, regarded her from upside down and finally a real smile lightened his expression.

"Oh, MyLady, I wondered when you would gift me with your wonderful purresence," he purred. Sadness washed away.

"Oh yeah? And here I was, wondering, how long you could last without a pun," she smirked and suited herself at his left side.

"Spoiler!" he smiled, "Not very long."

And then she laughed. That was her kitty! Not the sad boy who sat there mere minutes ago, that was her joking, funny partner. Somewhen he fell in in her laughter and she wasn´t able to stop anymore, she found his very own laugh contagious, when did it make her smile?

And when she lay in bed an hour later and thought of Adrien (like always), Chats face suddenly made an appearance. His sadness. Why did it struck something familiar? And why told her tired mind her that their sadness was the same? Sure, it was the same deep feeling, sometimes hidden behind a false smile, but there was just no way, Adrien was Chat.

Laughing because of her silliness she yawned and turned around.

:

It were the huge things that made Marinette suspicious.

The second was his cologne.

And she got curious when she smelled him.

A few days later they got to do projects in class. She prayed to every god that would like to listen that she got not paired with Chloé again and someone seemed to have listened, because she breathed a sigh of relieve when Chloés name got called after Ninos. Poor Nino, lucky Marinette!

She highfived with Alya who had prayed in a similar way it seemed and listened curiously who she got paired with instead. It would be nice with Alya but she knew that their teacher tended to put people in groups with guys you weren´t used to work with.

So when Alya got paired with Juleka she listened intently who got next. When Madame Bustier called her name, her ears perked up and she nearly got a heart attack when Adriens name got called too.

Team up with Adrien? She didn´t knew if this was bad, bad, bad or the best thing that ever happened in her life.

Again flashed the sudden thought of Chat Noir to her mind that Adrien might be her partner during night-time too, but she shook her head to dismiss the thought and no, Alyas photoshopped picture of Adrien in Chats suit and mask didn´t help at all. There was just no way, Adrien could be Chat Noir. No way.

So when he turned around and addressed her she acted how she normally acted around her crush: She blushed crimson.

"Can I come over after school?" he asked her with a genuine smile, "To work on the project."

Concentrating on a proper answer, she smiled too and nodded eagerly. "I would love to," she breathed and Adrien flashed her another smile before turning around again.

As soon as his attention was off her she let a soundless squeal loose and flashed a giddy smile to her best friend. But Alya only raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her lips.

"Okay, nice move, but what do you do with your walls?" she whispered to her and instant dread settled into her stomach.

Her walls. Adriens pictures. Damn.

Lunchbreak!

She still had time during their lunchbreak to clean her room. Easy.

"I need the break to get rid of them so don´t hesitate to eat without me. Get a date with your boyfriend," she winked and Alyas cheeks turned pink. They bickered for a few more minutes with hushed voices until their teacher called them out.

And as soon as the bell rang, she dashed out of the room to her parents bakery. Luckily she lived close by so she had many time left for cleaning.

But just when she was halfway through her room, she heard the screams from outside. Glancing out of her window, she saw people trapped in bars like a prison. Great, another Akuma.

Sighing, she hastily ripped with Tikkis help the rest of the pictures down and tossed them into her closet. After shutting the door, she called her transformation and Ladybug leaped out of her room onto the street below.

The instant she saw Chat, she thought of Adrien again. She had to admit that they had a similar built and their hair had the same shade of gold... Shaking her head again to clear her mind, she joined the fight. She really had other problems now, the Akuma for example.

Unfortunately, Chat wasn´t quite in the fight like she was, because he didn´t really paid attention which lead to them being trapped in one of the small cages.

Her back was pressed against his chest and suddenly a smell filled her nose. Chats cologne. And it was not a cheap one.

It caressed her nose, smelled full and joyful. It smelled like... Chat.

But she was aghast when she realized that she liked it. Really liked it. She wanted to breath in deeply, smell him.

What was up with her?! She liked Adrien! ...Adrien.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Adrien had caught her because of her clumsiness so many times that she knew his smell, especially his cologne. And if she wasn´t completely insane at the moment, it was the same. What were the chances that the two boys in her life used the same cologne?

And again the possibility of Adrien being Chat – No! No way!

It really might be a coincidence. Maybe it wasn´t even the same and her mind confused something.

"Chat!" she called him because he didn´t do anything either, lost in his own thoughts again. "Use your cataclysm, we can´t stay here."

"Aww, and I thought you enjoyed being pressed against my chest," he purred and she totally did not blush. She blushed in front of Adrien, but not because of Chat.

"Just... Just get us out of here!" she called and she noticed horrified that she even stuttered now. Chat was not Adrien!

Luckily, Chat quickly called his cataclysm and touched the bars, which crumbled into rusty dust.

"Thanks," Ladybug said relieved and she dashed after the Akuma.

Soon, she was able to cleanse the Akuma and and she went to her classroom after detransforming in one of the schools bathrooms. The break was nearly over by now, so she had no time to linger at home.

During the last lessons of the day, she caught herself drifting towards Adrien again. They would have to work on a project this afternoon and she really panicked by now. A whole afternoon with Adrien in her room? Sure she would ruin it somehow. And the possibility of him being Chat Noir just wouldn´t fade. Was it really this unlikely? Yes, but Chats cologne confused her. Shoving the thought back again, she tried to concentrate on their lesson again. She didn´t want to know!

"Are you ready?" he asked her after the final bell rang, turning around with a smile gracing his lips.

Marinette slightly jumped when he addressed her and with a flushed face she grinned and nodded, not trusting her voice. Get it together Marinette!

So she collected her stuff nervously until a comforting hand landed on her shoulder.

"Calm down girl, it´s just Adrien," Alya smiled at her. But Marinette only sighed. Sure, Adrien alone would be bad, but she was able to handle him. They had many things in common and it wasn´t the first time he was around. After the gaming tournament and especially after he had helped her with Uncle Cheng, the stuttering decreased and she was able to talk somehow properly.

So Adrien, piece of cake.

But Adrien being Chat? Panic-mode.

How she wished to voice her thoughts and problems of the two, maybe one blond boy. "I´m going to be all right Alya," she smiled at her.

"You know," Alya began to tease, "Maybe he will finally fall for you"

"Yeah," Marinette laughed, "Maybe just because I´ll somehow manage to topple over his chair so he crushes on my floor. Then he´ll hate me because I broke his back and he´ll end in a wheelchair. He´ll never be able to model again and his father will throw me out of town and I have to move to China, because all of France will hate me too and-"

Alya shut her off by putting her hand over Marinettes mouth. "Calm down girl," she laughed, "Nothing of this will happen! Just get your things together and have a good time! Prince Charming is waiting for you. Literally. Go!"

With a sigh they hugged and then Alya pushed her towards the door where Adrien waited with a patient smile.

"O... Okay, let´s go," she murmured and went out of the door, passing him. He flashed another smile and followed.

Arrived in her house, they worked on their project, ordered the topics, decided who did what and began to work on their own parts. Adrien researched something on her computer while she sat on the floor, decorating their poster. It went well so far so Marinettes mind fell into ease again. Decorating always calmed her.

But eventually she needed to cut something on the poster and her scalpel was way more precise than the scissors.

"Erm.. can you give me the thingy there?" she asked at a loss to what the tool was called again and gestured nervously to the little box on her desktop.

"Huh? What?" he asked, with seemingly no clue of what she meant.

"That," she began and glanced around the ground, "That pink thing there!" What was it called again?!

"Umm..."

"Argh," she sighed and scrambled to her feet. Little pinpricks stabbed her legs, she had sat too long in a crouched position on the floor.

Wobbling, she limped towards him and grabbed her damn pink scalpel from over his left shoulder.

It was when she retrieved her arm, she accidentally knocked her elbow right into his nose.

Dread filled every fibre and when he began to roll backwards with his chair everything went totally wrong. Unfortunately, the rolls somehow blocked and the chair toppled back. All she could do was shriek and try to grab after him, to somehow stop his fall. But she leaned over to much and the rolls of the chair knocked into her shin so she staggered and fell directly after him. No, on top of him.

He groaned when they landed on the hard ground and instantly she was reminded of her image from later.

But all she really was able to register was his damn cologne. It was the same as Chats and she panicked once more. What should she do with this information?

She only blushed beet red again and scrambled to her feet again. Helping him up too, she realized with relieve, that his back was not broken and he won´t end up in a wheelchair.

After this little incident they finished their parts for the day and she watched him pack his things up.

"Tell me, Marinette," he asked suddenly, about to leave, "What kind of shampoo do you use?"

"M... my shampoo?" she asked and her mind screeched into a halt. Blushing once more, eyes wide like saucers, she couldn´t believe her ears.

"Yeah," he smiled, somehow uncertain now, "you smell like vanilla and strawberries. I like it." That was weird. But... he liked it. He liked her smell, that is good, right?

"I... I don´t know," Marinette tried to explain as honestly as she could, "I... I mean, yeah. It´s brawsterries, I mean, strawberries, but... the vanilla comes from the bakery? I don´t know, it´s quite a smell that stays. Do you really like it?" She couldn´t resist to ask once more.

"Yes," he laughed, "I like it. It reminds me of someone."

"Thanks," she smiled broadly, maybe there was still some hope that he didn´t thought anything bad of her after she had crushed him. Soon he left the bakery with a free take-away-bag

But the weirdest ... situation appeared on a random rooftop, when she met Chat after a game of hide and seek. He asked the exact same question

"My shampoo?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "What´s with my shampoo?" Her brain went into panic-mode again. Playing cool, she tried to dodge the question, but had the suspicion, he wouldn´t let it fall.

"Let´s say, I´m curious," he smirked.

"Curiosity killed-"

"-the cat and satisfaction brought it back," he interrupted her, still smiling "I know, we already went through this. Just answer my question, will you?"

Should she answer honestly? She didn´t know. She guessed he was on the verge of figuring out her identity and she wasn´t sure if she liked this development. But lying just because Chat (or maybe Adrien) shouldn´t be able to connect the dots... It felt not right. He was her partner and she should be able to trust him. Maybe it was about time they learned.

But the question had thrown her off, it was too much to be a coincidence.

"What´s with you guys and my shampoo today?" she murmured, but gave in, continued so Chat could hear, "It smells like strawberries and the vanilla somehow sticks. Satisfied?" she frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

Mild curiosity settled in her stomach, what would be his next move? That was the same answer she had given him as Marinette and if he was Adrien, he would recognize it. Maybe... just maybe it wouldn´t so bad, if he found her identity, after she saw his smile. He definitely had a clue, this sly cat.

"Yes, MyLady, thank you." he gently scooped down, took her hand and breathed a kiss on her knuckles. This motion was so familiar it drove her crazy, so she didn´t pull away, settled instead on continuing the game.

"Is everything all right, chaton?" she asked with concern in her voice. The silent question, if he liked her being Marinette got answered immediately.

"Yes, everything is all right." And he was right.

The third were his puns and it made her absolutely certain. But it drove her crazy.

Was it possible that sweet Adrien was punny Chat? Yes. Did she like this development? No, absolutely not. Absolutely. Not.

Okay, maybe a little.

And she was somehow certain that he knew she was Ladybug too. So the only thing that concerned her was his silence. Chat was never silent. So when nothing happened between the two, neither with Adrien, nor with Chat, she grew worried.

Maybe she hadn´t been right with her assumption? Maybe Adrien wasn´t Chat Noir. That would explain the difference in their behaviour. Chat was noisy, puns the whole day and he was a total flirt. Maybe he had one girl tied to every finger as a civilian, meanwhile Adrien was shy, sweet, caring and the epitome of perfection.

But she acted different as Ladybug too, much more confident and always ready with a witty comeback. So why would Adrien be any different?

That´s why she decided to observe him more closely than before. No, she was no stalker, she was a concerned friend. And indeed, Adrien did act differently with people he felt secure with. Mainly with Nino. There he joked and yes, did pun some times. His smile was more genuine, showed more teeth and was indeed a smaller version of Chats. But those occurrences happened so rare that she wasn´t even sure they happened at all.

So her very own next step: Ask Nino.

"Duuude," he only laughed at her during a break, where she caught him on his way to the bathroom.

"Don´t laugh at me," she whined and pleaded for information, "Please, Nino, just tell me: Does Adrien like puns? Or jokes at all? Does he flirt?"

Nino only laughed once more and grabbed his cap from his head to run his fingers through his short hair. Placing the hat back on he had calmed down, but the grin morphed into a sly smirk.

"I know about your special crush, but what´s that question for? Some weird kink?" he asked instead.

She whined again, she obviously couldn´t explain why she needed to know this, so she pressed further, without answering.

"Please, Nino, just answer me. I need to know!"

He laughed again, Nino surely was amused by her urgency. But he answered nonetheless: "Yeah, my man is nuts about puns, but I have never seen him flirt, he always avoids those fangirls, who try to flirt with him. I´m not sure at all, if he is able to flirt with anyone. So don´t worry. Can I go now? I really have to-"

"Yeah, yeah, empty your bladder, I´m not going to impede you any further, thank you," she interrupted him and bid him goodbye with a smile.

That left her... confused. Okay, Chat flirted a lot, but she always had doubted that she was the only one he flirted with. Maybe, she just was someone special? Hope made her heart flutter, but she smashed it down. Not the right time and definitely not the right reason.

Adrien obviously liked puns, but was that enough to make him Chat? She didn´t know. And then, why did he lay low? If he discovered her secret, why didn´t he do anything? That was frustrating.

She suffered a few more days until she stumbled into their homeroom one morning. She yawned and slumped into her seat, trying to catch the conversation her friends held. Obviously it was Ladybug again so she decided to act interested, but drifted off, thinking about Adrien. Until said boy did something she never expected him to do openly.

"I think they are the most purrfect couple," he said and the slight upwards quirk of his lips showed Marinette that he knew what he did.

Alya just began to ramble about her OTP, but all Marinette did was throwing a confused glance at him. What was he up to?

When a devilish grin spread on his face and he somehow giddy continued, she knew that this is going to be a long day.

"Last night I saw them on their catrol and you could literally feel the love purrupting from them."

Ignoring Ninos laughter and Alyas amused squeal, he now openly watched her. She was still confused, that was still Adrien, not Chat, so she cocked her head and asked him silently what he was up to. But he unfortunately kept silent and turned his attention to the front, where the teacher began the lesson.

Deciding that she wouldn´t give him the satisfaction of a reaction, she tried to ignore it, no matter what will happen.

But during the whole day, in every sentence there was minimum one pun and it drove her to the edge of sanity.

"I think I lost an electron, because I´m positive of my answer."

"This question is just a-salt."

"Chemistry is full of alkynes of trouble."

Later then: "I´m sentenced to death."

"That´s noun of my buisiness."

Near lunch she cracked and the first groan left her throat. One could only ignore a certain amount of puns. After this small reaction, he seemed to double his efforts. How many puns did he have stored? It was impossible to continue that charade the whole day.

But two can play this game. If her kitty felt the urge to throw pun after pun at her, she wouldn´t allow him the satisfaction of getting what he wanted: confirmation. So her only solution was to persevere and try to dry him out of puns. He sure would give up. Eventually.

But after lunch, she saw the boys wait by the doors and she knew, she had sealed her destiny. The sly smirk was so Chat Noir, it nearly ached that she hadn´t figured it before.

She groaned and Alya threw her a confused glance before waving.

"Hey, boys," Alya greeted them,"Ready to head to horrible math?"

"Don´t make a mewntain out of a mewl hill," Adrien, Chat, chuckled, "It´s not that bad, Alya."

She was doomed. Doomed with a pun-loving cat. And when he giddily laughed Marinette had to resist the urge to punch him.

Together they headed to their classroom.

It seemed he had changed tactics, because all she heard for the rest of classes were cat-puns. And they still had a few hours left. She´s going to die if he didn´t stop this right now. Luckily she had the evening free of him, it was his time for a solo-patrol.

In a small break they discussed their afternoon-activities and she had to watch horrified which turn this conversation took. Because Nino just suggested to go to the movies as a group. And when Adrien and Alya agreed, she had no other choice than to go with them after Alya and Nino tried to convince her. Even if that meant more puns, it was just the cinema, so Adrien had to shut up during the movie and she was pun-free. She just to get over the walk.

"What do you want to watch?" Nino asked them when they stood in the big entrance of the cinema, glancing over the display where the movies were listed. And one movie stood out amongst them. She knew, he would pick this one.

"Hey, what´s with ´Catastic`? I heard it´s purretty-", he began, but got interrupted by three different shouts of ´NO!´. "What?"

"Sorry, dude, but no," Nino began, laughing, and Alya luckily continued: "We had enough cat-jokes for one day and we´re not going into one where cats are displayed as spies."

"That would be catastrophic," Nino chuckled once more, getting along with Adriens jokes and together they fell into a fit of laughter, Alya and Marinette just mere bystanders.

What had she done to deserve this? Why did the universe hate her so much?

With concern she noticed her eye twitch. She really was close to break at this point, it was only her stubborness that kept her together for now. And she had no clue how far he would go. Probably too far for her own liking, the damn cat knew no limits.

She was absolutely certain by this point that he indeed was Chat Noir and she knew that he knew. But all this sly cat wanted was some kind of confirmation and she had absolutely no intention on giving in. This cat will pay, thinking he could bribe her into revealing. Never.

They finally settled onto one of the newest superhero-blockbusters. With the first appearance of Ladybug and Chat Noir, companies like Marvel or DC-Comics seemed to create a new era and produced superhero-movie after superhero-movie. And Alya hyped them. Naturally, Marinette avoided them, that came somehow with being one himself. They lost their vigour and spite, seemed only dull and overdone.

Adrien seemed to have the same thoughts, but Alya dragged them to the counter and made them pay for their tickets. When Nino went to pay for his and Alyas, Marinette fumbled with her purse for some money until Adrien snatched it away.

"If you don´t let me pay, I´ll pun your head off."

Her eyes widened, did he just...?

"Are you threatening me?" she whispered back, hands on her hips. Okay, maybe too much of Ladybug, but her nerves were already thin and he just brought it out with ease.

"Does it work, MyLady?" he winked and she flushed red, it was still Adrien, using Chats nickname for her. What was he thinking? Using her name to quicken things up? That will never work, but it was enough to let her forget the tickets.

They settled in their seats and when Alya cuddled herself into Nino, she was forced to sit next to the grinning Adrien.

"Want some popcorn?" he offered her with a smile and she just smiled at him sweetly. Does he take a break? Or was that the calm before the storm?

"What? Running out of puns?"

That left him laughing. "No, it´s mewly impawsible to run out of puns."

She groaned once more and stuffed her face with popcorn to distract herself.

And she had been right. The movie was horrible. Not the content, no, she had absolutely no clue what it dealt with, hell, she didn´t even know the name of the main character. All she took in were horrible puns, jokes and out of context dialogues from her partner next to her. And it really drove her crazy this time. Her eye twitched sickeningly and he even ignored the shushing from the other guests!

And when Alya told her that they just passed the first half, she knew that he´s going to win. With an innocent smile Adrien turned back to the screen and she regarded him for a while. This boy had too much on his plate and she just realized that his sadness had not once occurred that day, he seemed to have the time of his life. Maybe she should just...

She couldn´t finish her thought, because he suddenly turned back again and whispered another awful line in her ear. With another groan she slumped further into her seat and buried her face in her hands.

She was insane in believing she could live with this kitty.

At the end of the movie she had tried to avoid him leaning over to Alya, but the stubborn cat just followed and ended practically in her lap.

She was a total mess at this point, shutting him out seemed to be impossible. Adrien would just continue and continue and continue. He definitely took it too far.

"Aww," she heard him complain, when they exited the hall, And then he did the unspeakable. Bakery-puns. "It´s already oven? I just bebun to warm up, they-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!"

She didn´t care for the looks others gave them, he had broken her. The last sentence was enough.

Suddenly she recognised her mistake, she nearly gave herself away. Embarrassed she flushed red and buried her face once more in her hands.

But then he had the audacity to continue.

"Am I amewing you?" He breathed, stepping closer and cocking his head to the side, she knew was about to come, "I didn´t quite catch what you wanted to say. Or cat got-"

Okay.

He won.

"Finish and I´ll throw you off the next roof," she interrupted him in a low hiss.

"... your tongue?" he dared to finish and laughed.

That was the final straw, Marinette knew it.

Ignoring her deathglare and struggling, he jumped in total joy, circled her waist and hoisted her up in the air. Squeaking, she let him spinning her around, he laughed and was just so happy that she was tempted to fall in.

"Asshole," she muttered against his scalp, stopping to struggle against his grip, he buried his face into the croon of her neck. He chuckled once more and stopped spinning but refused to let her down.

"Erm... Kitty? Can you let me down? Like... Right now? People are staring," she realized and patted his shoulder. A light blush crept on her cheeks and she tried to hide behind him to avoid Alyas very own stare.

"I don´t care," he chuckled and gripped her tighter instead.

But then she saw Alya take a deep breath and readied herself for a storm of questions she wasn´t able to dodge yet. Luckily, she wasn´t the one who acted out of character today.

"Adrien! What´s up with you today?!" Alya surely questioned his sanity by now.

Marinette chuckled from above and she only shrugged her shoulders, breathing in his damn cologne.

Eventually she became too heavy, because Adrien set her down after a while.

Smiling sheepishly, he stepped back from Marinette, and she already missed his warmth. Glancing to his other friends, he just shrugged and tried to somehow explain his unlike-Adrien behaviour. It was quite funny to watch, but she couldn´t find the heart in letting her partner on his own.

"I just waited for her reaction." Would this be enough? Unlikely.

So she continued: "I thought I could dry him out, but obviously..."

"... I can´t be, there are just too many," he finished with a laugh.

It amazed her how they were in synch even without the masks. They finished each others sentences, but she would find the time to swoon over that fact later.

"Sooo, no more puns?" Alya asked incredulously, and unfortunately they both only shook their heads, Marinette full of dread and and Adrien in pure joy.

"Only for today," Adrien mused, "I have to admit it´s exhausting coming up with one in every sentence."

"He will never stop. Never."

Laughing, Adrien grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the building. Without letting go of her, they bid goodbye to the still confused Alya and Nino and he dragged her further down the road. But eventually she noticed the wrong turn.

"Erm... Adrien? I... I live...," Marinette gestured to the corner they just passed and lead to her parents bakery, but Adrien refused to let her go.

"Do you mind coming home with me for dinner?" he asked out of the blue and she stiffened at his side. Going home with Adrien?! Yeah, he was her annoying partner, but she still had problems to come over her crush. Maybe it wouldn´t be so bad to be in love with Chat too. But going home with Adrien? That was definitely too much.

"What?" she asked to be sure, had he really invited her over?

"I mean," he explained and she noticed with dread that the sadness returned into his eyes, "I´m always alone at dinner and I was hoping-" but she interrupted him by placing her palm against his cheek. She would never let her kitty down and when that meant, she was able to wash the sadness away, then she would come with him. And they still had to talk some things through.

"We have to talk anyway so let me just call my parents and we can head to your´s okay?" He flashed her a thankful smile and nodded, letting her go from his grip, only so she could call her parents. He himself called Nathalie, announcing a guest for dinner so the chief could prepare enough food for both.

When they continued their journey, Marinette was so brave and interlaced her fingers with his and his smile couldn´t make her any happier in this moment.

Fin.

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