"Marinette, did you catch what I posted on the ladyblog last night?" Alya asked her tired best friend when she sat down beside her.

"Not yet, Alya," she spoke through a yawn, "what did I miss?"

She whipped out her phone and pushed it into Marinette's face, "There's a brand new Super Hero girl!"

Marinette suddenly felt less tired and looked into her friend's phone. A new hero? She thought, another miraculous? On the screen, there was just a picture of a yellow blur.

"Are you sure someone didn't just throw a banana?"

Alya laughed, "Not this time. I've been looking around the superhero forums and there are rumors of another hero. But they always seem to disappear before anyone can get a good photo of them."

"If they didn't want anyone to see them, why are they wearing yellow?"

She grabbed onto Marinette's shoulder, "I have no clue, but I'm going to find out."

"How's that?"

Marinette felt Alya's finger dig deeper into her shoulder, "I"m going to get an interview."

"If they're even real," Nino chimed in from the row in front of them. "I was with you when you went through those forums, none of it's true"

Alya gazed down at him as if he had insulted all she held dear, Nino raised his hands and returned to his work.

"He may have a point," Marinette tried to stop her friend from killing her boyfriend. "What if it is just rumors or someone running around playing dress up to mess with people?"

"Well then…" Alya searched for the words, "I'll prove that they're just a myth!"

"Alright, students, settle down," Ms. Bustier instructed them.

Marinette could only describe the hours that followed as the most boring day in education history. As the day dragged on, questions filled Marinette's head, questions that had no answers. Is this person real? If so, who was this person? Were they new to being a superhero or had they been doing this a while? If so, why had they only shown up now? Was something big happening? Why yellow?

And most importantly, why hadn't Adrien shown up to school yet?

It wasn't until Marinette and Alya were at lunch that the Adrien ran into the school. He was breathing heavily and his forehead shined from the sweat running down his face. He scanned the courtyard and shambled his way over to the pair of girls.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, sliding his bag onto the ground.

"Uh...W-well… y-y-you, see…" Marinette's face began to look more and more red as she tried to talk, "we… Ummm…"

"Make yourself at home," Alya translated.

Adrien collapsed onto the floor and let his body relax. There was a silence between the trio and Alya turned towards her stammering friend and gave her a sly wink. Marinette shook her head, but Alya wasn't listening. She turned back to the dying boy, "so, why do you look like you outran death?"

"In a way-" he swung himself up to face the girls "-I actually did."

He took a breath.

"I may or may not have gotten caught sneaking out last night and my father is not the most forgiving of people. So, this morning I waited for a good time and make a break for school."

Another breath.

He placed a hand on the back of his neck and let out a little chuckle, "He may have also sent people after me, so I ran."

"I don't think I'll ever understand you," Alya spoke with a hand to her head. "Your punishment for sneaking out was staying home from school and you snuck out again to come to school?"

"Alyaaa," Marinette whimpered as she hit her arm

Adrien laughed again and Marinette couldn't help but notice how when he smiled he seemed to glow in the sunlight and she felt her heart to skip a beat. "It's alright, Marinette…"

Marinette had lost all sense in her body as she heard her own name run along the tongue of Adrien Agreste and leave out of his mouth. The way the edges of his mouth raised as he said it only made her fall for him more.

"...I just like going to school. It's the only time I really get to be free from a fixed schedule… in a sense."

"So… umm… Adrien…"

Her two friends turned to look at her, one with a friendly smile and the other with a devious one. "H-have you heard ab-about the h-hero yellow? I m-mean the y-y-yellow um…"

Marinette turned her eyes to Alya and gave her a look of desperation. "You mean the new superhero in Paris? He seems interesting," Adrien spoke through recovering from his lack of breath, "but yellow is a weird color for them to wear. What do you guys think of them?"

"Nino doesn't think he's a real, but I'm sure that I'm going to prove his existence and be the first person to get a good photo of them."

Adrien's head turned towards Marinette and their eyes locked on to each other. She lost herself and her words in his emerald green eyes. She could see the two of them as the walked down the aisle while she's wearing a dress she designed with her arms wrapped around Adrien and they go home to three kids and-

"Marinette?"

His angelic voice broke her train of thought. "What do you think of them?"

"W-well if he… umm… their c-costume is like people say, it could use some w-work."

"Not a fan of traffic light yellow?"

"N-not the most s-stealthiest color."

He laughed. She made him laugh. She made him laugh.

"Good one, Marinette-" He groaned as he forced himself onto his feet "-but I should go see Ms. Bustier about class."

"Marinettecouldhelpyouwiththat," Alya blurted out before Adrien had the chance to get away.

He turned back around to the girls, "Pardon?"

Alya elbowed Marinette. She gulped and spoke at the speed of light, "She said that if you needed help with anything that we learned in class today, you can just ask me."

"I'll make sure I do, thanks."

Alya knocked her fist into Marinette's shoulder, "Did you hear that? He's totally going to text you later."

Marinette was stuck, she wasn't able to move her body. Alya punched her consciousness back into her. "You owe me," she joked, "big time.

"Y-y-yea, big time."