'Girl, you've got to show me!' Alya begged, reaching forward to grab Marinette's sketch book. 'You've got some awesome designs!'

Marinette resisted, chuckling at her friend's antics. 'No, Alya, they aren't ready yet! Give me more time. I just have to add a few touches to it...'

As the pair argued jokingly, Alya finally managed to grab a hold of the sketchbook, which matched all other accessories that Marinette had, and pulled it from Marinette's hands; upon looking at the designs Marinette had drawn, Alya's eyes widened.

'Marinette, these are actually amazing!' Alya's jaw dropped as she flicked through the pages, thumbing over the sketches. 'And they're all related to the villains we've been seeing throughout Paris! Wait...' Alya flicked forward to a rigid black and purple dress design - a black, floor-length gown with four purple bands around the waist and for the sleeves as well. 'Is this Lady Wifi?'

Marinette giggled shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear, grabbing her book back from her best friend.

'Wow, Marinette, are these your designs?' a familiar voice drifted through the air by her ear, sending a chill of nerves across her skin and flushing her pale face bright red. Marinette turned quickly - a little too quickly - to the person who was speaking and immediately felt her balance become unbalanced; falling forward, Marinette looked up to realise that she had not only fallen toward Adrien, but that he had also caught her, the thought of which sending her even redder with embarrassment. She had also dropped the book right between them.

In a swift movement, the pair had both leaned down at the same time, meeting each other's eyes as their hands touched and pink painted their cheeks.

'Oh, s-sorry!' Marinette exclaimed, unaware of the giggling that erupted from the group of friends that stood behind her, consisting of Alya, Rose, Juleka, Mylene and Alix. They, however, were very aware of the situation, having known Marinette for long enough to know her feelings toward Adrien and her inability to hide them - to everyone except for him.

As they stood up, grasping the book, and each others' hand, Adrien pulled away, rubbing his neck awkwardly as the classroom grew suddenly silent. It took a few seconds before either of them said anything, and it was he who broke the silence, turning back to his reddened friend with a grin. 'Uh, you never answered if those were your designs.'

'Y-yeah, they are. They're not that great - I haven't finished them yet.' Marinette blushed as she rubbed her foot back and forth on the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with the guy she had an interest in. It was far too embarrassing after that ordeal just then, and he probably thought that her designs weren't that good, either.

Adrien's smile grew. 'That's amazing, Marinette! I remember seeing some of your hat designs for my father's design competition but I never realised that you could ever come up with something like this! At this rate, it won't be long before you give him a run for his money! I can't wait until you enter a design for this competition - I'll probably be wearing it! I'll be rooting for you.'

With a hand on Marinette's shoulder, closer to her neck than usual, Adrien had officially done it - he had broken the Marinette.