Technically, he had no powers, since he only played a superhero in the school play, but since his name was not listed on the sheet, he figured that having a secret identity made all the difference. He was Cat Noir as much as that would probably make his best friends laugh, and so Adrien was no longer who he'd been before. Gabriel Agreste had no idea, or else, he wouldn't be able to participate, and Theater always looked so fun.
"Kitty, do you want to practice your lines for a bit?" And, that was the other reason that he was here. Marinette was the head of the Theater club, beyond just being the designer of all of the costumes. She'd been promoted about a year or so ago, and Adrien was worried that she wouldn't even give him a second glance if he joined as Adrien, on top of how grounded he would be, if he had 'officially' joined.
"Yeah, purrsonally I sure could use some mewr practice." Adrien felt a smile drip on to his face; he loved being able to play a cat themed superhero, even though he knew that he might be overdoing the puns just a little bit. He rarely got to come up with puns elsewhere, anyway.
"Really, now?" She rolled her eyes, but Adrien already wondered if he spoke just eloquently enough, if she'd let him take her out on a date and that he'd be able to kiss her by the end of it.
"Defurnitely." He smiled, letting the role wash over him once more.
"Okay, drop some of the puns. It's time to go." Marinette moved into position, skirt swishing with her, and she led him through a scene that he was still struggling to memorize the lines for.
"So we can't have a love scene, because our writer refuses to make one despite what the director says?" Adrien was sitting down, cardboard mask, sloppily done, barely resting over his face and in a dark outfit that was one of the ones that he changed into for Theater practice, knowing that as long as it was different than what he'd worn that day to class, no one should notice.
"Yeah." Marinette caught the strands of her hair that fell over her face when she looked over at him.
"I don't see why love scenes are all the rage, personally." Alya dropped near gracelessly down by them, "It's overrated, and our story is way better than that." She made sure to draw out and emphasize way, as if it wasn't already clear enough how invested she was in this project.
"It couldn't hurt it, and besides, more people will come to it, if it had at least a little romance." Nino answered her as he sat down next to his girlfriend.
"It could definitely hurt it." Alya reiterated, as she leaned just a little closer to Nino looking exhausted. "I should have been the main hero."
"So, our dude here claimed it first. He already came a little prepared for it anyway, and Marinette makes a good hero. Did you know that she could do all those flips and stuff?" Nino responded, waving a hand in Adrien's direction, before he wrapped it around Alya's shoulders.
"It takes lots of practice." Marinette answered, humbly, as she moved to pull her hair into a long ponytail, already tired of how it dragged over her face of its own free will.
"You are really good, Marinette." Practice felt like it took forever, and he wasn't even entirely sure that a pun could come easy now, not that it likely wouldn't annoy her.
"Thank you." She glanced back over at Alya, "With some practice, you could probably due it too, but you make a really great reporter anyway."
"It's not hard when you practically do it in real life." Alya shook her head, "How's our superhero leads?"
"Just fine." Marinette answered, and Adrien wondered if it was really so easy to wrap an arm around someone in a relaxed hug. It looked effortless for Nino, though Adrien of course knew that Nino and Alya were dating, and sadly, he had not managed to ask out Marinette. Yet. It was on his to do list, just as eventually telling his dad that he'd gotten involved in the Theater department was.
"I'm doing well. Theater is a lot of fun." Adrien liked it, even when he found it hard to focus, staring into pretty blue eyes, and even when he was beyond exhausted from long practices and even practicing for hours at home when he knew that both his father and Nathalie would not notice. He was not about to admit his secret Theater-identity to anyone, especially not them, though Nino knew.
Adrien wondered if his best bud had revealed this fact to Alya, or if he'd admitted that Adrien wanted to be set up with Alya's best friend yet. He kind of hoped not. It felt like too much to be shared.
"That's good to hear." Alya smiled.
Cat Noir would go on as male lead of the play for another day, and maybe the next one, he'd finally be able to tell his crush that he liked her or wooed her with his still rudimentary theater skills.