"Did you get a reply yet?" Nino whispered in his best friend's ear.

"No," she whispered back. "I wrote if they want to talk, nobody wrote back." She slumped in her chair. "I'm certain either they're blind, or maybe dead, Nino."

"Maybe," he muttered, when Marinette turned to glare at her, he grinned. "I have an idea though. Give me your hand."

"I.." she eyed him suspiciously. "I'm good, no thanks."

"Oh shut up, M, give me your arm."

"But-"

"Come on Mari, if they're 'dead' or 'blind,'" he quoted with his fingers, "there's nothing to worry about."

She thought for a moment, but before she could reply, he yanked her arm to himself.

"Focus on the class. I've got a plan."

"I don't think a good one, though."

He merely rolled his eyes and motioned her to look forward. She complied.

Moments later, when she got her arm back, she shrieked and stood.

"Nino," she yelled.

"Ms Dupain-Cheng, Mr Lahiffe, is something wrong?" the teacher raised her brow.

"N-no, sorry," she sheepishly apologized and sat down on her seat. Meanwhile, Nino was laughing silently in his seat. She glared.
After a moment, when the teacher's attention was not on them anymore, she turned back to him.

"You asshole, I trusted you and you.. you drew.." she looked down at her arm in horror. "Nino really, dicks?"

"You-" he couldn't stop laughing, while Marinette continued staring at him. After getting scolded by the teacher again, he finally calmed down. They didn't talk anymore.

"Why Nino?" she wailed dramatically once the class was over.

"You were the one who drew you-know-what on me last time. It was only fair." He shrugged.

"It was only female bodies," he raised a brow. "Okay, maybe some specific posed bodies." He continued his stare. "Okay, boobs too, yeah, okay I drew dicks too," she looked away embarrassed, then looked stared back into his golden eyes with panic. "But Nino, Alya is fun. She didn't mind all those drawings. Who knows how mine will react once they see them?"

"Oh, I thought they were blind or dead?" he grinned.

"I hate you," she huffed.

"Oh, shut up, you love me." When she didn't reply, he put his hand around her neck. "In fact, once they reply, I'm gonna give them a very serious warning about hurting you."

"Am I supposed to aww?"

"You poop," he gave her a disgusted look, so did she. "Come now, anyway, let's have lunch."

"First I have to wash," she raised her arm, "this."

"Come on, just lower your sleeve. It's not like he's gonna reply, is he?"

"But-"

"Mariiii," Nino whined. "I'm hungry. Wash it after lunch, pleaseeeeeee."

"Nino-"

"Fine," he huffed. "Go and wash it all you want, but don't complain when you find the box of pasta empty when you return. It's a choice you made."

"Pasta?" her eyes brightened up.

"Yeah, specifically the way you like. Mum made it early in the morning today," he shrugged. "Don't worry, I'll tell her it was more important for you to wash your hands then to eat the ever tasty pasta."

"Nino-"

"Meet you in next class, bye best friend," he walked away.

"Nino," she ran to his side.

"Lalalala..."

"Nino-"

"Lalla.."

"God, you're pathetic, do you know that, Nemo?"

He glared at her for the nickname when she stole the lunchbox from his hands.

"Say her thanks," she ran away.

"Wait, M." he groaned and ran behind her, laughing.

Adrien had a soulmate who was very creative. Almost every morning, every day, different parts of his body were covered in doodles and drawings, sometimes schedules and lists. Sometimes, during photo shoots, even the photographers appreciated her art.

Yes, her.

She gave him her vague introduction, not her name, but slight information here and there. She left him messages asking for a reply. Once, she even asked is you blind or dead, he laughed.

But sadly, he could never reply. Not because somebody stopped him, but he just couldn't trust this way of meeting someone you love.

He had reasons to.

Chloé, his only friend, her parents married each other because they were soulmates, but sadly could never get along. His own parents were tied in this string forcefully. His father had eyes for someone, who was unfortunately not his mother. She chose her soulmate, so Gabriel had to choose her. They tried really hard, but it never worked. Gabriel often blamed it all on his mother. It pained Adrien, he cannot fathom how his mother beared them all. But then one day, she left and never returned. Gabriel threw himself at work, never bothered to even look at his son. Since then, the concept of soulmates has left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Today, however, was something different.

Today, when he woke up, there were no messages, no drawings. Biting down his disappointment, he got ready for the day. Today, he had a public appearance day, where he will sign autographs, have his photos clicked.

It would be an entirely public day.

Wearing a cut sleeve orangish shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, he was good to go.

It happened in between the meeting.

He raised his hand to wave to his fans.

He didn't notice it, but slowly, black lines started to appear on his arm.

Some people around his gasped, then more.

He frowned.

Then they began laughing.

Self consciously, Adrien began checking what's wrong when his eyes landed on his arm.

"Oh god," he gasped in horror. "Oh no, no."

"Sir?"

Drawn with a thick black marker, two dick drawings appeared on his arm. Then they were filled with black.

Then one more.

One on his palm.

It happened so quickly that he couldn't understand what to do next. He just stood there with wide eyes, staring at the dicks drawn on his arm until the cover came.

Today he didn't hesitate before replying.