Hey guys! This is an introduction for the story :) Yea sorry my summary skills suck ass oOps
Do I need a disclaimer?
It's a dark, snowy night in the bustling streets of Paris. The moon was high, and love was in the air. Makes sense, for the city of love.
Marinette is now 17, an absolutely beautiful girl with hair as dark as midnight with eyes as blue as ocean. She is still her fun logical self we know today.
Right now she is pirouetting among the roofs of Paris, gracefully and with elegance. Her black hair flowing in the wind, her ribbons twirling around her. The trademark ladybug costume contrasting from the endless sky of abyss.
Chat Noir, of course, admiring from a distance. Still undetected by Ladybug.
Oh, reader, I should tell you this- to accommodate with her growing and mature age Tikki gave her outfit a little twist to it. It now had a black lace color that left her shoulders bare, a shorter dress with black lace around the skirt, and black polka dot pattern tights that contrasted with her vibrant red shoes. In addition, she equipped red and black polka dot gloves that went pass her elbow. And yes, Chat Noir was thrilled.
As for Chat Noir, his fine as fuck outfit is basically the same as we know today, with the addition with more armor plates, which for the sake of fan service, were fineee as hellllll. And yes, LadyBug was secretly delighted.
But they're just friends, right?
It's completely normal to think he's hot. I told him that when we began. We're just friends~
And so- as you can see- Ladybug likes being 'just friends' with Chat Noir. Nothing more.
Sigh.
Chat Noir's personality didn't change either. He still a flirt, who loves Ladybug. Yet, after three years, this dork still hasn't confessed his love. I know right? Pathetic. But it truly wasn't his fault- something always happened during his confessions. But this week is when everything changed.
But who said it was for the good?