He dozed off while subconsciously tapping the end of his pencil on the desk he and his best friend Nino shared. He knew the basics of the current lesson being taught, so he didn't have much interest in the re-teaching at the moment. He let out an aggravated sigh, unable to sort his thoughts out. He remembered his little Ladybug. He honestly wished that there was some akumatized supervillain so that he's have an excuse to see her.
Don't get him wrong, she's not the main reason he fights. He started fighting because he wanted to. She just gives him motivation and desire to keep it up and do his best.
He dozed off thinking about every fight they've faced this past while until the bell rang and snapped him back into reality. Nino stretched his arms up and yawned, catching Adrien's attention.
"Oof... Dude, I'm tired man..." He grabbed his textbook and sighed, "I'm gonna go home and I'm gonna sing."
"Sing?" Adrien quirked and eyebrow.
"Yep. I'm gonna sing to my bed as I flop onto it," he picked up his ruler and used it as a microphone. He shot Adrien a playful look and sang, "It's been a long day, without you my friend. And I'm going to pass out on the thing." He laughed at his own bad singing. "Anyway," he put his ruler in his bookbag, "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Talking to Alya?" Adrien guessed.
"Yeah. Man, I don't know how I was able to get a girlfriend before you." Nino chuckled, glancing at Alya. His smile quickly vanished.
"What's wrong?" The blonde asked, noticing his friend's smile disappear.
"Nothing really. It's just... Marinette," he whispered, gesturing to the girl trudging out of class with Alya patting her back as they walked out. "she's been really down in the dumps. I noticed even before Alya told me about it. I dunno, I'm just used to her funny, awkward, ditsy attitude. I mean, I used to like her, so it's not like I'm not gonna notice the change in her vibe, you know."
Adrien did notice how quiet she was today. He had to think for a second. He did consider Marinette to be a friend, and he didn't really like it when people he cared about were upset. Even if he wanted to help her, he wouldn't know how, he didn't know her well enough to know what would make her better.
"Anyway dude," Nino slipped his bookbag straps onto his shoulder, "gotta bounce. See ya later man." Then he walked out of the room.
Adrien gathered his own things before doing the same.
Once he exited the building, he caught a glimpse of Alya hugging Marinette before hesitantly waving and walking away.
He greatly inhaled the fresh air and and then puffed it out. He was resisting the urge to ask her if she was okay, because clearly she wasn't, so asking wasn't going to help his concern in any way, even if she did say that she was fine. He thought for a moment when he watched her walk away. Maybe she just needed some super help. Like, say, from a super hero?
Like, say, Chat Noir.
He was extremely confident around Marinette when he was Chat, but when he was himself, well, he was a bit more shy, not as open, more civil. It was a totally different story for both sides of him. Anyway, Marinette didn't need civil, she needed someone who was strong enough to comfort her. So until then, Adrien would bit his tongue and let Chat Noir handle this.
It was night time, Tikki was asleep so Marinette decided to sit out on her balcony and admire the city lights. The girl was still a bit upset by the recent events that her family had gone through, but eventually, she will move on.
A while ago, Marinette got the most amazing news; her parents were expecting a baby. For the longest time, she was trilled to be a big sister, and her parents had gotten everything ready for the baby as the pregnancy went on, and they were excited to raise a new child.
Of course, everything went downhill from there.
Marinette took a deep inhale and held her breath.
Her mother lost the baby.
After a few seconds, she then let the breath out into the form of a sigh.
She had to accept what had happened in order to move forward. She was not going to be a sister. She was still going to be an only child.
That's not all that's happened. Lately, Chloe's insults have gone from rude to utterly hurtful. Instead of a stupid girl, she was now called a bitch. Whenever she chatted with Adrien now and then, she was called a whore rather than a boy thief. When she tripped or did something clumsy, she was a dumbass instead of an idiot. The list continues, but the dark haired girl didn't want to keep thinking about the recent bullying.
It didn't help that her romantic life was a bust, but what else was new with Adrien? She always managed to look stupid in some way and stutter when she attempted to speak to him whenever he was around. Per usual.
She heard light footsteps behind her and quickly turned around, her firsts up and ready to strike.
"Whoa, easy there little lady!" The masked feline put his hands up as if to say that he was surrendering.
"Chat Noir?" Marinette lowered her defenses by half, still keeping her guard up.
"Hello Princess," he said, gently taking her hand and raising it to his lips.
Marinette blushed at the contact and slowly let her hand fall to her side after he let go.
Then she hit him.
Hard.
She whacked him across the face with her fist with little hesitation.
He held his stinging cheek with his hands after realizing what had just happened.
"Ow! Since when do princesses abuse their knights in shining armor!?"
"You scared me you dumb cat! Ugh! Why are you even here? Are you here to attempt to give me a heart attack?" She asked, ignoring his question.
"Ow... No, I'm just here to chit chat with one of the cutest Little Ladies in Paris. Is that so wrong?"
She looked around and then pointed to herself. "Me? A cute lady? Chat, you must be joking. Aren't you in love with Ladybug or something?" Her tone came off more sassy than he would've liked to hear from her. It didn't help that she crossed her arms, only to show how much more sassy she could get.
He had to process what she's said for a moment. "Hmm, Princess, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you were jealous." He cooed.
"Wha- Ha, as if."
"I was joking," he lightly laughed, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Anyway, may I come in?"
"Well, I was going to crash up here tonight," she paused, brushing his hand away. "but yeah, sure."
She was thankful that she'd taken down the pictures of Adrien a while ago. She'd been dealing with a lot, and the pictures of him didn't really seem to help, so she just put all of them in her closet and replaced the bare walls and empty photo frames with other things. She didn't want to seem like a crazy fangirl to Chat, or anyone really. Alya was the only one not weirded out by her little obsession.
He slid down the ladder that led to her room and began to relax. The masked hero's mind started to wander though. Whenever he was Adrien and happened to see Marinette, she would give off this happy aura around her that made him feel a bit more happy himself. But, when she actually knew he was there, he noticed that she acted a bit more, strange. He was so used to his stale, unloving atmosphere at home, so when he got that kindness from her and, how Nino put it, funny, awkward, and ditsy attitude vibe, he felt a little more perked up.
And here he is, as Chat Noir, and she was a bit hostile, seeing as how she punched him. Her tone was more flat, angry, or full of sass. Her posture intimidating and her guard obviously kept up. He started to wonder where that loving smile and awkward shyness went.
Once Marinette climbed down the ladder, she switched the lights on and watched as Chat threw himself onto her bed in a tired heap. He'd been running around the city for a while to stretch his limbs, and now he was a bit exhausted... And now his cheek hurt. She sat beside where he laid limp and gave him a couple pats on the back as a little apology. He grabbed her wrist and placed her hand on his head, wanting more attention and little pets.
Well he sure as heck is needy... Marinette thought as she complied anyway, running her fingers through his golden hair.
She heard a little rumbling sound coming from him, and after a few seconds, she realized that he was purring. She giggled, playing with the ends of his hair a bit more. The two of them made some small talk, he made her sigh and struggle with trying not to smack him upside the head after every cat pun he casually slipped into conversation, and then, as planned, Chat Noir decided to get more personal to find out what's upsetting his depressed damsel.
"So, Princess... A little birdie told me that something's upsetting you at a great deal. Care to share?" He finally pried.
The dark haired girl had to think of a way to reply to that. She sighed. "My family's just going through a really, really rough time right now. I had a huge mental breakdown, and my parents are really upset about it."
"How bad is the issue, if you don't mind me asking."
She released a long, dragged out sigh. "...My mom was supposed to have a baby. It just... it didn't work out." Her fingers stopped messing with his hair, causing him to open his eyes.
He studied her expression, he couldn't quite read it, her face was to drained and blank. She bit her lip and blinked back a few tears threatening to spill. That part Chat noticed. He shifted himself to where his head was on her lap and he was staring up at her teary eyed expression. He held the side of her face with his hand and sighed.
"Princess... I'm sorry to hear that." He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't possibly understand how bad she felt about this kind of situation.
Chat could relate in losing a family member though, but this wasn't really the same. His mother was gone, but Marinette's family never even got to meet this baby that they were openly happy to welcome into the world.
When he was Adrien, he never really got to know Marinette that well, but they're still friends, as far as he was concerned. As Chat, he'd saved her and talked to her a few times, and has visited her home a few nights to get some home made treats from her as a "reward" for being a hero, much to her annoyance. He was kind of surprised to see that she was easily opening up to him. Maybe it was because he was a famous hero here in Paris, or maybe she just really needed to vent.
"Yeah... Well, it's alright now. For me, at least. Maybe if mom and dad end up expecting again, they'll do everything they can to make things right that time. Who knows, maybe they won't even have another pregnancy again and I'll stay an only child."
He stroked the side of her face to comfort her..
"Sorry, I'm talking too much." She gave a weak laugh and went back to playing with his hair.
"No, I'm sorry for asking about something so personal."
"Nah, it's fine. You were just curious. We've all been asked personal questions before." She rubbed his head to reassure him. "You didn't come here just because you've heard that I'm upset, did you?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why would you think that I need a reason to see you? You are my Princess. A knight is loyal to their princess, so of course, your Knight in Shining Armor as come to help you emotionally vent."
"Well, thanks Kitty-Kitty. Maybe you're not as useless as I thought." She smiled after seeing how conflicted he was about that comment.
She lied down on her bed, causing Chat to have to move. She was just starting to get comfortable with her eyes closed, her back pressed against the mattress and her hands behind her head, then she felt a ton of weight on her torso, making her eyes snap open to find The blonde feline laying on her. He buried his face in her stomach and wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't neglect your kitten!" He joked, lifting his face to see her reaction.
His eyes scanned her, she was flushed in a deep shade of red, her eyes wide and full of anger.
"I really thought-... Do you just flirt with everyone you meet?" She pushed his shoulders in an attempt to get him off of her, then she started hitting him over and over when pushing had no affect.
"Haha, ow! What is it with you hitting me today?" He asked her with a low chuckle.
She gave up and stopped pushing and smacking him. "What is it with you being all weird today?"
In reply, he just looked up at her, his expression blank.
"Hey, Marinette?"
"Hm?" She looked at him, trying too hard not to blush any more.
He tried think of how he wanted to word his thoughts to her. In the end, he settled for asking, "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. She could tell he was genuinely curious, but why did he want to know? Her heart was beating extremely hard, banging against her chest, the thumping ringing in her ears. The grip he had on her tightened, and her head started to spin. He caught her gaze shifting to his lips, and he raised himself over her. His hands and knees were on either side of her. He was staring into her heavenly blue eyes, and when her body tensed, he cupped he side of her face with one of his hands and closed his eyes after pressing his forehead to hers, then she relaxed a little.
"Have you?" he asked again.
Ironically, she has kissed him, but for one, he didn't even remember it, and two, she was Ladybug at the time, so she didn't consider it to have been a real kiss. "No, I haven't.. Why? Have you?"
"Mm," he had to think. He's been friends with Chloe ever since they were kids. She kissed him on the cheek when they were seven, but that was about it. "No, I haven't exactly had that Fairy Tale kiss either." he joked.
He lifted his face to look into her eyes again, searching her ocean blue orbs. What he was searching for, he didn't know. Maybe a hint of passion, longing, lust? He wasn't sure. He was starting to crave this thing that he did find in her. Her eyes were soft, yet focused on his lips and full of want and shyness all at once.
"Don't hit me."
Before she could ask what he meant, he slowly placed his lips on hers, and kept it like that for a few seconds. She didn't process what was happening until he deepened the kiss ever so slightly. It wasn't rough, it was more comforting than hungry, and she melted into it. She felt safe as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips were in between soft and slightly chapped, but they still felt perfect against her own.
She could almost feel what he was feeling. She could catch onto the uneasiness in the back of his mind, just because of their joined lips. She ran her fingers through his blonde hair in an attempt to reassure him, and he took that as an 'okay' to kiss a bit harder. Though, truth be told, as spark filled as this kiss is for both of them, they both tried convincing themselves that this didn't mean anything. This was just a curious act, maybe self comfort.
He nibbled on her lower lip, getting a relaxed sigh from the girl beneath him. He planted butterfly kisses down her cheek to her jawline, trying to get her to melt more for him to take this farther. He knew that he had to soften her to get what he wanted, that's how some girls worked. And she was definitely one of those girls.
Her breath hitched when he ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entry. She let him in, and he indulged in exploring her mouth. The two of them were like this for a while, he led the way for her, she was pretty clueless when it came to kissing, but the softness of her lips, the way she tangled her fingers in his messy blonde hair, the way she accepted and embraced him, he felt his chest get warm and his cheeks set ablaze.
When he pulled from the kiss, she let out a small whine, making him pleased with himself for making her want him so much. He moved himself to her neck, looking at the pale skin for a few seconds. She tried to hold back a small moan when he started nipping at her there, but failed. He took a minute to help himself to her, and she took that minute as torture. She could feel how close he was to her collarbone, her sensitive spot. She squirmed and held back a few noises, but others managed to be heard by this cocky super hero who was getting too close to her collarbone.
"You're such a liar..." she gasps between hitched breaths and moans.
"Am I?" he didn't look at her, he just kept at making her melt under him in ways he couldn't even imagine.
She let her hands come back to herself, and that managed to get the boy's attention. "You're too good at this for you not to have kissed anyone before."
A pause, then a chuckle, he leveled with her so that he could look into her eyes.
"Princess." his voice wasn't all sexy like it usually is in the movie or books, it was a little awkward and hesitant. She decided she liked it better this way that the stereotypical perfect manly voice. His tone made her feel like Chat was in a genuine state right now, like he wasn't trying to impress her, this was really just him.
Beep beep beep!
Marinette knew that sound. It was the sound his ring and her earrings made when they were about to switch back.
"I have to go."
"...Okay."
He had to go, but he didn't want to. Even though there was no defined relationship he had with Marinette, he still felt safe with her like this. He took his time getting off of her. They both felt each other's heat leave the other person, and they both felt a loss.
Beep beep beep!
He went to her window and saluted her with two fingers like he always does during an exit, then he opened the glass doors and left.
Marinette didn't know how to feel about him, but she did feel passion in their actions.
She was left to reflect over what she had just gotten herself into.