A/N: Heyyyy! Thank you all so much for your support and encouragement on my first fic. I honestly was not expecting such an overwhelming response. It's thanks to you guys that I was inspired to write this, drawing from some of my own experiences of internal duality. Bit more angst than the last one, but hopefully just as good.

She knew. I knew she knew. I don't know how she knew, but she knew. It didn't matter how she knew, all that mattered was she did. She knew.

I went through most of the day undisturbed, but the whole time I could feel two deep blue pinpricks on me, even if I couldn't see them. It took till after school, as I reached for the handle of the car, that I felt a hand brush mine.

"Adrien…" The voice was unmistakably hers and it's not like it was going to be someone else's anyway. I turned to face her, and was surprised to see tears in the corners of her eyes

"Marinette are you ok?" Despite my dread and knowledge for what I knew was coming next, the concern was real. I didn't expect this kind of reaction.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just…" She pauses to wipe her eyes "I had a question to ask you." I knew what the question was. I had been up all night thinking of how to answer it. Thinking about this, I had realised to a casual observer, let's say Chloe, it would look like she was about to ask me out. Like that would happen. I doubt she'd like Adrien Agreste. I push those thoughts to a mental corner and focus on what was happening now.

"Ask away" I kept a casual face, she didn't need to know I knew she knew. Another benefit of being a model. Another facet of me. Nevertheless, a pit opened in my stomach as if I'd used my own power on myself

"Are you…" She catches her breath "Are you Cat Noir?"

I replied simply "No, I am Adrien Agreste."

"But…" She seemed more confused than I had anticipated "I thought I…"

My tone gained an edge which I did not appreciate myself and as such doubt she did either. "Adrien Agreste is not Cat Noir. That's not me." I brushed her aside and turned away, ducking into the car without looking at her. In truth that was to hide the tears appearing in my own eyes. What had I done.

The worst part of the whole affair was that I hadn't lied. That truth hurt me more than any akuma attack could. I'm not Cat Noir, he was just someone I became every now and then. I was just Adrien Agreste, but who was he? Teen supermodel? Fencing expert? Middle school student? Whatever he was, he certainly wasn't a superhero.

A/N: Yeah I agree. This feels like a weird place to end, but I honestly couldn't think of anything else to say for this chapter. Chapter 2 should be up by the end of the week and it will be longer and deeper explore Adrien's view of himselves. Overall this should be about 5-6 chapters, hopefully it all goes well. Again, check out my Miraculous Roleplay Discord Server to hang out with more creative fans. It's on Discord .me at /miraculousrp

Completely unrelated but funny anyway, I accidentally copy pasted this chapter into the name of the doc as opposed to the text section itself, so now the doc name is 548 words