Here's some Adrinette for a Cat Noir I know. This one is a short oneshot but the next one will be longer.
He looked so cute in study hall, leaning over his book with determined attention. She wondered what he was reading, but that wasn't in the script. She glanced at Alya, who smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She opened her bag subtly and gave Tikki a sly glance, the kwami smiling supportively.
She took a deep breath. "I can do this."
"Adrien?" She asked timidly. He didn't look up.
"Louder!" Alya hissed. She took another deep breath. "You can do this."
"Adrien!" She practically yelled, then covered her face, embarrassed. Then she realized he still hadn't looked up. Everyone else had looked up. Many were staring, some snickering. Running and hiding wasn't scripted either, and Nino was already nudging Adrien for attention.
"Wha?" Adrien mumbled tiredly. Nino pointed at Marinette before she could screech and duck under the table. Adrien turned, slow and tiredly.
"Yes milady?" He asked, Marinette blushed. She had rehearsed this, and managed to spit out the words.
"I was wondering if you'd look at my designs... From a model's perspective." She mumbled shyly. He nodded, holding out his hand. She stared at it for a second, a spectator snickering. Alya reached over and tapped her design book. Her eyes widened and she passed it over. He took his time, examining the pictures and margin notes.
"These are fantastic Marinette." He told her with that smile that could always melt her. He handed the book back to her. She blushed and tried not to squeal, at least not aloud.
After school Marinette and Alya walked back to the bakery and Adrien went home alone.
Well, mostly alone.
"Smooth! Calling Marinette milady."
"I was distracted Plagg."
"Yeah, distracted thinking about Ladybug."
"So?" He was always thinking about Ladybug. The way she lit up his life and made him laugh and always stood on her own two feet.
She had collapsed on her bed in a fit of squealing before she realized exactly what Adrien had said.
"He called me milady." She announced, sitting up.
"I know isn't that sweet!" Alya cheered. Marinette nodded, realizing she couldn't say why it was odd. It was probably nothing, but that was what Cat Noir called her as ladybug. She shrugged and went back to squealing with her best friend.