It is a well known fact that Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir were very different people. Adrien Agreste, the model without a proper childhood, the golden boy, perfect in all respects; and Chat Noir, Paris' very own superhero, messily grinning with puns always at the ready, the black cat, always complete with bad luck. If you asked people who knew Adrien, they would tell you that he couldn't possibly be the masked hero, even with the similarities they shared. It was simply a coincidence. Those few people, who couldn't know it, were lying.
Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste knew each other very well.
Almost as if they were the same person.
Adrien slid onto his duvet, trying not to disturb his aching legs and abdomen. Gabriel Agreste, the boy's father had told him,"Being a model means you always have to be in shape, you must be slim, with just a hint of muscle. Adrien, you should know this, considering how active you already are." A week after that talk, Adrien had been put into a gym with a Personal Trainer, Gabriel not realizing how fit Adrien already was.
Then again, his father didn't know he was Paris' very own Chat Noir.
Adrien gently dropped a piece of cheese next to the sleeping kwami on his desk, the slid onto his duvet once again, desperately trying to drift off into sleep.
Marinette Dupain Cheng woke up the next morning, and nearly jumped out of bed. That was, until the vague ache coming from her legs reached her entirety. What had she done to cause this sort of cramping? She had ran acrossthecity as Ladybug, just two days ago, but this pain, it felt as if she had sprinted seven miles. She groaned, and gradually inched her way to the bathroom, to get ready.
Adrien had also woken up, and begrudgingly gotten ready for school. As he pulled his favorite shirt over his head, the one with the stripes, he felt a sharp pain.
Little did he know that Marinette felt that pain at the exact same moment.
She was pulling her dark hair into neat pigtails at the base of her skull when she felt it, the sting in her side. It felt as if she had been stabbed, and caused her to cry out. She stifled her cry and carried on, the pain receding. She could make it through the day, or so she told herself.
When she entered the classroom early that morning, the first sight that met her eyes was Chloe talking to Rose.
Well, talking was a term Marinette used lightly when talking about Chloe.
Marinette jogged over, and immediately stepped in front of Rose, as if to protect her from Chloe and her bullying habits.
"Chloe, stop bullying Rose. I'm sure what Rose said or did wasn't that surprising or anything."
"Tsk-she keeps saying that love always finds a way. Kim asked me out again, all because of her, and it's annoying. He won't give up, no matter how much I tell him that Adrien is mine."
Marinette then said some choice things she normally wouldn't say, right as Nino had walked over.
Adrien walked in, feeling a bit unsure about today. He didn't feel the greatest, and was sure he was about to feel even worse when he saw Chloe rushing towards him, feigning crying to loud to be real.
"Adri-een, Kim asked me out again and I've been trying to tell him that you're mine. I can't be his girlfriend because I'm already yours!"
"Chloe, stop."
"But Adrien-"
Adrien walked towards his desk, only to be greeted with another shocking sight.
Nino was talking to Marinette. She was laughing, too. When had those two become so close? Adrien noticed a slight blush dusted around Nino's cheeks when Nino laughed loudly at something Marinette had said. She looked his way and froze, Nino following her gaze until he saw Adrien. He made his way towards Adrien, who now was wishing he hadn't come to school. Sure he didn't like Marinette romantically, but he didn't like having to see Nino drool all over any girl.
During class, Nino couldn't keep his eyes off Marinette, and it worried Adrien and Alya, both of whom tried to ask what happened. Nino only blushed and trained his eyes onto the back of Marinette's head.
Adrien had to get out, to clear his head.
"Plagg, claws out," Adrien coaxed, and the kwami agreed. Kwami have certain needs, and Plagg had to be taken outside often or he would fall into a deep state of hibernation. It was almost impossible to wake him up from that, save for the smell of assorted cheeses. Adrien did love Plagg but he found the kwami's infatuation with cheese to be a little annoying. Then again, Plagg found Adrien's obsession with Ladybug a little annoying as well.
Chat danced across the rooftops, determined to meet his Lady before patrol started. He saw her, and she looked amazing, as always. Dark hair pulled into two neat pigtails at the base of her skull, pale freckled skin, and a slim graceful figure. It felt like he had seen her before, but he couldn't place it. Just as he disappeared into his thoughts, Ladybug's voice brought him back
"Chat, we should start, Paris won't patrol itself."
"Y-Yeah, sure. Sorry, my Lady, I just was thinking,"
She gave a curt nod and headed to the next building over with a graceful flip.
How was she so perfect?
"Chat, I need to go home, I do have school tomorrow, you know. You can't keep me out all night like this, silly kitty." Ladybug started running westward from where Chat was standing, and he made a note of it. Her house was that way, maybe one day he could find out who she was. His Lady was a mystery, always slipping from his fingers when he thought he had her. The most recently example of this was when she had kissed him. It was an accident, but nonetheless he has enjoyed it. She turned her head right as an akuma attack had started, a man with a mane full of hair calling himself the "Lion Tamer", Chat had been shoved forward into her by the man, and that's how Adrien's first kiss happened. It wasn't a story to tell people, when they ask who and how your first kiss happened. It was a secret only he and his Lady shared, and he felt special. Of course, she brushed it off like the accident it was, then briefly left after restoring everything. Hadn't that been something special? How could she not feel anything? I certainly felt something. Adrien thought, after she left. His Lady was a mystery, and he'd probably have to accept that for the time being.