Adrien watched the little girl at the desk just opposite of his own. She had a crayon perched in her hand – red, he noted – as she colored furiously. Said little girl had a tiara perched in her dark blue hair, which was done up in twin tails. The girl was absolutely adorable, he thought, and he wished he could talk to her, but every time the five-year-old made the move to get up and go try to say hello, he froze up.

He'd never been much on the social side, but for whatever reason he really wanted to meet this girl. So he wrung his hands on the play tail fastened around his waist, breathing in deeply as he got to his feet.

"What're you doing, Adri?" Adrien's best friend, Nino, asked. Said overalls clad boy was working on his own drawing just like the girl who'd caught Adrien's attention, but it wasn't nearly as intriguing.

"Just…walkin'," Adrien responded. Nino shrugged, returning to his work. Adrien spun around and released the breath he'd taken in. Now or never.

Slowly, awkwardly, the little boy crept over to the girl. He noticed little red and black-spotted wings on her back, and he giggled at the inaccuracy. Maybe he could strike up a conversation about that? Yeah, that could work!

"Hi," he greeted, shoving the words out of his mouth. He raised his hand quickly to wave, but decided that was silly and dropped immediately after.

The girl looked up and smiled brightly, "Hi!" she greeted cheerily.

"So, I like your wings," Adrien said, pointing to them. The girl looked back as well as she could, which made Adrien snicker. "They's for ladybugs, right?" he asked. She nodded, explaining that she loved ladybugs because they were lucky. "And what about your tiara?" he asked, pointing to that as well.

"I'm the princess of the ladybugs!" she explained oh so happily. "What about you, you've got a tail 'nd kitty ears?"

"Oh!" Adrien had forgotten about them; he'd refused for days after Halloween to take off his costume, having fallen in love with playing kitty. The ears and tail were black, since he was quite fond of the poor unlucky cats. "I'm the Kitty Knight sent to protect the princess!" he quickly decided, bowing to the girl.

She giggled, ecstatic at the idea. "Well, My Knight, do you want to get a juice with me?" she asked, swinging her feet cutely in her plastic chair.

"Yes!" he quickly answered, standing up straight. If his tail actually worked, it would have started flicking around in excitement. He held out a hand for the girl, leading her to the fridge in their classroom to grab their refreshments. "Here you are, Princess," Adrien said, handing her the bottle.

"Why, thank you," she said with a curtsy. "You're quite the purr-fect knight, aren't you?"

He laughed at that, impressed by the girl's pun. "Why, thank you, my purr-ty princess!" They played for most of the afternoon, Adrien guiding her around and asking questions about the pretend kingdom they were imagining.

"Truly, you can't run a kingdom properly without lots and lots of chocolate milk," the girl explained oh so seriously from where they sat under a table covered in a blanket. "It should be our money thingy."

"I couldn't agree more, Princess!" Adrien said with an enthusiastic nod. "But, don't forget about cookies, too!" he said, rolling onto his back. This girl was fully of so many revolutionary ideas; she was truly the visionary society has been waiting for.

"Ooh, yes! Cookies can be for the more expensive things!" she reasoned, clinking their juices together at the idea.

She showed him her drawings, especially the ones of the castles she'd been creating recently. "You're really good, Princess," Adrien would comment, amazed at her talent. She disagreed, so he was sure to reinforce his awe over and over.

By the end of the day, his princess's parents showed up to take her to her real castle. She scratched under his chin, and the boy tried to pretend purr, just to make her laugh one more time. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kitty," she said.

"Buh-bye, Princess!" Adrien said, head-butting the girl gently. Her father swiftly picked her up and she waved down at Adrien as she left the room.

"So, you made a new friend today, Marinette?" Adrien could hear her father say.

"Yeah, and he's a really kitty!" Marinette explained happily. Adrien smiled; his princess thought he was actually a cat, which made her even cuter! He kicked himself for not telling her his name, but he had hers: Princess Marinette, fairest ladybug of them all.

Just a little idea that popped into my head and begged to be written.

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