Just putting this out there right now, I am complete ML trash. I regret nothing. So yeah, chapters are going to be stand alone one-shots inspired by real life interactions exchanged between me and my crush. Like, I've realized I am so Marinette when it comes to the love of my life, and my crush just fits so perfectly with Adrien. It's kinda scary and I'm crying. But yeah, that means mostly Adrinette drabbles, but I am positive there will be at least one LadyNoir drabble because something my crush said to me is something I could never see Adrien saying to Mari.

So yes, first drabble: "He smells Like Heaven."

Disclaimer: I don't own Miraculous Ladybug

"Alya, Alya, oh my God Alya, he smells like heaven. He smells like freaking heaven. It's a glorious smell, let me tell you. Never in all my years of living have I ever smelt something so wondrous and beautiful-".

Alya was fishing her book bag from her locker and after she had retrieved it, she slammed it shut, startling Marinette in the process. The girl blinked at her best friend as Alya shifted her book bag on her shoulder, but then quickly launched herself back into her rambling. Alya cut her off by pressing her hand to her mouth.

"Girl," Alya shook her head. She removed her hand from her mouth and massaged her temple. "Slow down and let me process this. Are you telling me you sniffed the poor boy? You actually leaned in close, invaded his personal space, and sniffed him? That is so beyond weird. Jesus Mari. What am I going to do with you?"

Marinette shot her a sheepish smile as she tugged on one of her pigtails. "The way you say it make me sound a little like a creeper."

"Only a little bit?" Alya raised an apprehensive brow. "It would appear I haven't quite gotten my message across. Allow me to point out the painstakingly obvious. You are a creeper Mari!" Alya exclaimed. Marinette's eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise. "You have stolen his phone, which, by the way, I don't completely understand how. You have stalked him enough to know his entire schedule. You now know that he "smells like heaven". All of those things are prime examples of what creepers and or stalkers would know or do. Hell, at this point, I totally would not be surprised if you watch him sleep at night. You don't, do you?"

"But- but, Alya. It's not like that," Marinette protested, reaching out to clutch her friend by the front of her shirt. "I have to know everything possible about my future husband, and I will tell you why. One day I will sit down with our three future children, and they will ask me questions. Questions about what Adrien did in his free time, what he smells like, who he was friends with." Marinette began to shake her friend violently. "What kind of mother and wife will I look like if I can't answer my beloved children's questions?! A horrible one, Alya!"

"God damn, Mari. You need to calm down." Alya pried her hands off of her and held them in her own. "Deep breaths, there we go. I promise you, there is no need to stalk him. I'm sure their questions won't be that detailed."

"But I love him," Marinette pouted. Her shoulders drooped and she leaned into her best friend. She laughed and wrapped her arms around the girl.

"I know you do, Mari. I know you do," she ran her hand over Marinette's head. "So, tell me how it came to be that you sniffed him. I must admit I am curious."

"You called me weird. I'm totally not telling you anything," Marinette murmured, shaking her head.

"Alright, I need you to listen to me Mari, because I am right. If you don't tell me, you'll have no one else to tell. And then you'll self-combust because we both know you can't not tell someone about your moments with Adrien Agreste."

"Believe it or not Alya, you're not the only friend I have," Marinette turned away from her, her hand drifting to rest lightly on her purse. A soft giggle emitted from the purse, but could only be hear if you were straining your ear to hear it.

"Mhmm. I don't doubt that. But I do doubt that you gush about Adrien to anyone else. So, do tell, what is the name of the person whom you spill your heart to?" Alya crossed her arms over her chest and raised an expectant brow.

"That's confidential information," Marinette replied easily.

"Also not true," Alya sang, poking Marinette in the back of the head.

"Alya!" Marinette giggled, swatting the girl's hand away.

Alya slung an arm over her shoulder and pulled her to her side. Together they walked out of the school. Nino was standing at the end of the steps, chatting idly with Adrien who stood by his side. Adrien caught sight of them first, and he beamed, raising his hand to wave energetically to them. Marinette squeaked, and ducked behind Alya. Slowly, she peeked over her shoulder and awkwardly waved back with two fingers.

"Girl, he's like five yards away. Just how on earth did you get close enough to sniff him?"

Marinette just shook her head and his her smile behind her hand.

A/N: I am ashamed to say it, but I have indeed sniffed my crush. But, in my defense, it was his fault for standing so close to me. God, I am so awkward, and I am so sorry.. .

Don't look at me.