Tada! My first Miraculous fic! Sorry if anyone's OOC or anything; I wrote this during class and really wanted to post it for my new favorite fandom! Thanks and enjoy Wrong Signature.

Wrong Signature

"Ladybug!" a little girl holding a picture and a pen cried. "Will you sign this please?"

Ladybug smiled at the girl. She and Chat Noir were at a press conference of sorts –basically it was just an excuse for fans to come meet their heroes. She didn't mid the eager Parisian; at least, not when she wasn't about to change back into Marinette.

Ladybug signed the girl's photo, adding a tiny image of the spotted insect beside her name. The girl squealed in delight before asking Chat for the same. He obliged, adding a paw print after his signature. Ladybug was certain that they'd just made the little girl's month.

After the girl came dozens of other fans, some asking for both their autographs while others just asked for one. Ladybug was pleased to see the number of people asking for Chat Noir's autograph. He needed to see that he was loved by Paris just as much as she was.

Finally, after nearly four hours of signing papers, taking pictures, and answering questions, Ladybug and Chat Noir had to take their leave. It was getting late and they had school tomorrow.

Marinette actually showed up to school early the next day, a rarity for the girl. But she had a reason for her uncharacteristic behavior: the flower sale fundraiser. The school was selling flowers that students could send to their classmates, complete with a note tied to the stem. This was her chance to get Adrien to notice her! She had to get this right.

Marinette dashed to the foldout table where the sale was taking place. Two buckets of flowers rested atop the table, while a teacher sat behind it. This was it. This was her one big chance. She couldn't screw this up.

"Pick your flower, write your classmate's information on the front of the card, and add a message inside if you want to," the teacher instructed.

Marinette nodded before browsing the blooms. Which one would be best to send to Adrien? Eventually, her eyes rested on a perfect red rose. It was such a deep color that the center almost seemed black. That was it. That was the flower for Adrien.

She plucked the rose from the bucket and began filling out the front of the card: name of student, fifth class, grade level. Then, taking a deep breath, Marinette signed the inside of the card as quickly as she could. No use getting nervous and messing it up, after all. She handed them both to the teacher, who tied the card to the stem before asking for the small fee for the flower. Marinette paid readily, giddy that she'd finally done something right.

Fifth period came much too soon and yet not soon enough. Marinette was jittery with nerves. What if Adrien didn't like it? What if he didn't like her? Oh, why did she buy that stupid flower?!

Just when Marinette was about to explode, the flowers were delivered by an underclassman. She saw the rose she'd bought resting in the middle of the huge bouquet the student held. This was it. Adrien was about to receive the flower she got him.

Of course, most of the flowers were for Adrien, and most of them were from Chloe. In fact, he didn't get to Marinette's rose until the very end of class. She held her breath as he picked it up off the desk and opened the card. Confusion blossomed on his face as he read the signature. Why was he confused? Then she saw it. The name on the card.

Ladybug.

NO! How could she have been so stupid?! Now Adrien would think that the flower came from Ladybug! Not that he was wrong, technically, but that wasn't the point!

While Marinette was having her silent freak out, Adrien stared at the signature written on the notecard. That was, without a doubt, Ladybug's signature. He'd gotten one of his fans to snag him an autograph from his Lady the night before and had spent hours memorizing it.

How had she discovered his identity? They'd both agreed not to reveal who they were until they both wanted to, which he'd stuck to faithfully. So how had she figured it out on her own?

Unless she hadn't.

Maybe Ladybug actually liked him as Adrien. That would figure, wouldn't it? That's why she didn't like Chat Noir like he liked her. Adrien lifted the flower to his nose and inhaled the soft scent.

"Thank you, my Lady," he breathed to the petals.

One day soon, he would be able to tell the girl behind the mask how he truly felt about her.

This was actually inspired by the fundraiser my own school does every year around Valentine's Day. They used to do a 'Crush Pop for your Crush' thing, but they switched to flowers (I actually bought myself a soda that year, which I still think is lame, but oh well. I was thirsty.). Thanks for reading!

~C