She wonders how
he came to see her for who she was
even with masks between them
He sees her fumbling her words
though not as much as when she's Marinette,
and he sees the days
that she wishes she wasn't out there
saving the day,
and he loves her all the more through her aching heart,
through her anger,
and she wonders for what feels like the millionth time
how he came to admire an ordinary girl such as herself
Anyone would and could make a better Ladybug
though the image of a man in her suit is quite ridiculous to her,
and she wonders how he admires the girl
that introduced herself as Madly Clumsy,
the first day that they'd met,
and how come he adores her when
she shoots down his advances,
and how come he adores her enough
to gush over her even on the air,
and how he admires her enough
to tell her of how 'incredible' she is
even on the days that she feels like anything but,
and she wonders how come her best friend,
someone who might know her better
than even Alya does,
comes to admire her,
to love her,
for her heart,
her compassion,
and her bravery
She rarely can even find these things in herself
or at least any part of them
that is more than the average girl,
and yet he adores it and so much more
She smiles
and wonders if it is possible to begin to fall for someone with a mask between them,
a world between them,
and yet it's enough to ease the ache in her heart
that's still insecure,
and enough to make her wonder if it wouldn't be so bad
to return his advances,
to let love blossom between them,
and tear down the barrier of secret identities.