Yeah, I don't know what this is.

Random Announcement: if you went to an anime convention last month dressed as Marinette and ran into a Miraculous fangirl wearing a Sesshomaru cosplay…Just know that it was me. That is all.

Oblivion

Alya's brow was furrowed in concentration as she fought to keep her hand steady. One slip of her finger would result in a mess that she desperately hoped she wouldn't have to clean up.

Marinette's giggle disrupted her concentration, and she shot a glare at the best friend. "Marinette, you're going to ruin everything!" she scolded, returning her gaze to her work with laser-like precision.

"Alya, it's just fingernail polish. I don't mind if it's a little bit messy," Marinette assured her with an amused lilt to her voice.

"It's the principle of the matter!" Alya replied matter-of-factly.

The pig-tailed girl sighed and shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "So, how are things going with Nino?" she asked.

Alya paused in the midst of painting her friend's nails. "He's such a dork."

Marinette laughed, "You really like him, don't you?"

The owner of the Ladyblog huffed, "I mean, I guess so. He can be super dense sometimes, though. Can't take a hint at all. I mean, how obvious do I have to be?"

"You're not really that obvious, Alya" Marinette qualified, in the interest of fairness.

"Gee, Nino. I'd really like to see that new Rom-com that's playing at the cinema, whomever shall I go with?" Alya dramatized, bringing her voice to a higher pitch than usual.

Marinette snorted, "Okay, so he is a little oblivious sometimes."

Alya looked like she wanted to throttle her friend. "Says the queen of oblivion herself," the blogger deadpanned.

Marinette shot her a pained look and wiggled her halfway painted fingers, "Are you going to finish painting them, or not?"

The brunette huffed theatrically and resumed the painstaking task of making her best friend's nails look glamorous.

"When I'm finished, even Adrien will envy your perfectly painted nails," Alya announced.

Marinette giggled, "I don't think Adrien would ever care about nails."

"When he sees yours, he will," Alya argued, a comical expression on her face.

"Why Marinette, what lovely nails you have! Is that periwinkle polish?" Marinette exclaimed in a deep voice she reserved for only the silliest of conversations.

"No, it's lavender!" Alya replied with a staged flick of her wrist.

"I've fallen instantly in love with you because of your beautiful lavender fingernails," Marinette responded flipping her hair melodramatically.

Both girls devolved into a fit of hysterical laughter over the hilarity of the pretend situation. They laughed until their sides hurt and they were both exhausted.

The rest of their sleepover was spent talking and laughing into the wee hours of the morning, until they finally fell asleep side-by-side on Marinette's bed.

The following Monday, they both entered into school with bright smiles and painted nails. Alya and Marinette took their seats and chatted while they waited for class to begin. Adrien and Nino entered and approached their table, waving in greeting.

"Sup Alya, Marinette," Nino greeted warmly. Adrien turned to greet Marinette with his usual perfect smile that turned her to goo on the inside.

"Hey Marinette! Did you get a manicure? Your nails look great," he complimented as his eyes dropped to the impeccable application of her polish.

The girl's eyes widened, "Manicure?"

Alya immediately swooped in to save her, "Yep, manicure by yours truly! I have natural talent, right?"

"You do!" The boy chuckled and placed his fingers on the desk in plain view, "Honestly, you did a way better job shaping than the guy who did mine."

While Marinette and Nino looked ready to choke, Alya remained as cool as a cucumber. "You should totally come next time we have a nail night."

He laughed, "I just might! I'll pass on the polish, though, if you don't mind."

"Done," Alya agreed easily.

Nino shook his head and plopped down into his seat, having obviously decided to let the conversation go. Adrien turned to sit back down, but paused to meet Marinette's eyes.

"Lavender is a really nice color on you," he complimented, slipping into his seat and facing the front.

There was a beat of silence before Alya snorted, causing Marinette to lose control of her laughter. The girls doubled over in hysterics, almost falling out of their seats as tears streamed down their faces.

Nino placed his headphones over his ears and turned up the volume.