A soulmate, despite popular belief, doesn't always need to be romantic. Sometimes, a soulmate is the one person that you can trust to listen to you. People are always trying to help, to try and make things better and telling you that'll everything will be okay. But isn't that just a lie? You can't always make things better, not everything will be okay. Sometimes, you can't help. A soulmate is somebody that understands that, that'll hold you while you cry and tell you that they're there if you need them. They won't make those empty promises that just make you feel even more alone. They won't tell you it's okay because for all they know, it won't be. They love every bit of you for who you are, they promise to weather through the storm alongside you, because nothing will ever make them leave.
It's true, maybe the seamstress is crushing hard on the model, and maybe the black cat fell in love with his lady. But an unlikely friendship will be formed between a princess and a knight, and it'll mean more to them both than either could've imagined.
She came in with a bandage wrapped around her wrist. Alya noticed it first when the noirette rushed in at the last moment before the bell rang. Marinette had only just sat down to catch her breath when she had been interrogated with harsh whispers from her best friend.
"Girl, what the hell happened to your arm?" The blogger's hushed voice caught the attention of the DJ in the row ahead of her, causing Nino to glance back in confusion as his gaze immediately fixed itself on Marinette's white bandaged forearm. His brow furrowed in worry, but he didn't say a word as he watched the conversation continue. It took a moment for Marinette to come up with an excuse. In truth, it was a combination of the stress put on her wrist by using her yo-yo as well as a particularly awkward landing that twisted it a little worse than usual. To be safe, she bandaged it so she wouldn't make it worse today. It seemed that her hopes of it escaping under the radar were ill received. A sheepish smile adorned her face, as she floundered around for an excuse.
"I um… Oh! I fell during the akuma attack yesterday! You know, clumsy me, I tripped while trying to find a safe place to hide, must've landed on it weird." She gushed. It wasn't technically lying. She did injure it during the attack, just not in the way she presented her story. Oh well, at least Alya believed it.
"You're alright though?" Her best friend continued, and at Marinette's quick nod, her demeanor relaxed. Nino had also turned back to face the front of the classroom, satisfied with his friend's answer. "On that note, did you manage to see Ladybug and Chat Noir yesterday?! The way they dealt with that crazy clothes lady was amazing! Hold on I think I have a video…" Marinette merely nodded along as Alya dug through her bag, relieved her excuse had worked, and completely oblivious to a certain blonde boy that was in turmoil in front of her.
He hadn't even noticed Marinette at the scene of the attack yesterday. How could he have missed her? She had ended up getting hurt because he was too late, or too busy talking to his lady. Sure, he loved every moment he spent with Ladybug. But Marinette was his friend, one of his first friend's actually. She might always be a little nervous around him, with that stutter and all, but she was certainly important to him. He'd have to check up on her, make sure she was okay.. Wait, no, that'd be a little awkward as Adrien, wouldn't it? How could he apologize to her like that? Anything he said could give away his identity. No, he wanted to talk to her properly. As himself, as a superhero of Paris that should've paid more attention.
A sigh escaped his lips, as he sneaked a glance back at the girl. She was staring intently at the paper in front of her, carefully writing.. Or was it drawing? With the tip of her tongue between her teeth. He returned his eyes to the front of the room. She didn't seem that hurt, but it couldn't hurt to visit her later as Chat anyway. A superhero that cares about every citizen, that seemed about right. Plus, would it be all that strange? He'd looked after her during the Evillustrator, and not to mention various other attacks as well. (not that she needed it, of course)
A faint gleam entered his stunning emerald eyes. It was decided then. He'd visit her later as Chat Noir.
It was hard to focus on the rest of the lesson, for both Marinette and Adrien. Was it history? Or maybe it was literature? Well, whatever it was, neither of them got much done. The pigtailed girl would just sneak glances at the boy sitting in front of her, while the blond merely pondered about what exactly he'd say to her tonight. Class ended quickly, the shrill bell causing students to quickly pack up their belongings. Now without a professor glaring them down, Alya deemed it fit to continue her line of questioning with Marinette, as well as show her the footage she'd gained from stalking the superhero duo the day before. They walked down the hall together, the blogger talking frantically and excitedly as the noirette just absent-mindedly nodded along.
Adrien watched them go, zoning out for a moment only to be brought back into reality by Nino's elbow which jabbed him in the side. Green eyes flickered towards gold in confusion.
"You okay dude?" His friend asked, a teasing tone to his voice. "You look a little distracted.."
"Oh.. Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about a few things." Nino smirked slightly, a look Adrien thought was better suited to his alter ego than to his DJ friend.
"Is that why you were just checking out Mari?" Now this, Adrien did not expect. He almost did a double-take, head whipping up at his words.
"W-What? No!" Nino then laughed, insisting he was only joking, while Adrien sighed. Well, technically, it was Chat Noir thinking about Marinette.
