Adrien groaned as he stirred in his sleep, a kink in his neck making its existence known as he cringed when he tried to move. He paused in his movement when he felt his pillow move up and down. Startled, he opened his eyes, shutting them when the light filtering through the glass hurt his eyes. Grunting, he tried opening them again slowly. Taking in his surroundings, the first thing he noticed was just how pink everything around him looked. He blinked once, twice. The room didn't magically change to his. Rubbing his face with his hand, he startled himself when he felt the glove on his hand, claws and all.
Pursing his lips he moved his head upwards, Marinette's face coming into view. "Fuck." He stood up from where he had laid on her, noticing that the place his head had rested was her stomach. No wonder he had felt his dang pillow moving. He scratched his head as he tried to remember what had happened. The two had watched movies way far into the night, perhaps going overboard considering it was a school night, but he'd been adamant on staying. After that, he didn't remember much besides the two just laying on bed watching movies on her phone.
Glancing towards the sky that laid beyond the room, he noticed that it was still the early hours of the morning. He took her phone to check the hour mind too hazy to even think about checking on his baton, making note not to look at any of the other notifications, to respect her privacy. It was a quarter to six, he would be in immense trouble if it weren't for the fact that Nathalie had agreed to waking him up much later today to let him make up for the early morning yesterday.
"I'm so going to be dead if I don't get home soon." He was given a grace period, not a free pass after all, he knew his father's assistant enough. He looked down at the sleeping girl as she stirred in her sleep, a smile breaking out unto his face. Placing his hand on the bed, he leaned just a bit closer to stare at her.
Chuckling when she pushed off the covers off her feet, apparently too hot to be covered. Her hair tussled with her movement in her sleep. It was an awfully adorable pose and it made him feel like he was pushing his limits of what he should be allowed to see of her. It felt like an awfully intimate position as he made himself pull away from her sleeping form, gulping as he felt slightly guilty for seeing her in a state she'd perhaps wouldn't want him to see her.
He pondered whether he should leave her a note or not, she probably wouldn't remember that they had accidently fallen asleep either way. With a sigh, he got up from the bed and walked to her desk, taking a small notepad that was thrown aside on the desk.
He stuck it on her phone, wanting her to see it the moment she woke up, before making his way up to her balcony without disturbing her in her sleep. He sighed as he stared at the morning sky, a smile gracing his lips as he vaulted himself unto the Parisian rooftops. He ran as fast as he possibly could, feeling the burn on his calves as he jumped up and down, avoiding any object in his way. The mansion came into view fairly quickly, and he observed the state of things before entering his room haphazardly. Not fully trusting his luck, he entered through the bathroom, turning the shower on before even de-transforming.
He heard steps in his room followed by Nathalie's distinguishable voice, "Adrien, are you in there?"
Hiding behind the wall he called out to her, letting her know he was currently busy. "Next time close the window of your room, I thought you had escaped and was about to call your father. I'm sure he would not be happy with being interrupted in such a manner, okay?"
"Yeah, Nathalie. Thanks, I'll keep it in mind." He waited for her retreating footsteps but they never left, he could still feel her presence on the other side of the door.
"Be ready in ten, your breakfast should be ready. Hope you feel re-energized now." With that, he heard the click-clack of her shoes against the floor, followed by the sound of a door closing. Adrien let out a breath before calling his de-transformation.
"Damn, kid. What the hell were you thinking by staying at her house?" He'd like to give an answer to Plagg, but it's not like he had planned on staying. If he could he'd take his phone to be able to put an alarm of some sort that would let him know when it was too late before they fell asleep, or if they fell asleep. But he couldn't, that was Adrien's phone, he couldn't risk her recognizing his phone. Perhaps it was a stretch, but he wasn't risking getting skinned by Ladybug for compromising his identity.
Grunting, he looked up at the bored kwami, who surprisingly hadn't complained about being famished like he would on the regular. "I didn't plan on it, and you know it. I just have to somehow get a countermeasure so it doesn't happen again." A part of him wished it would happen, but the image of Marinette on her bed, so open and relaxed in front of him brought a feeling of both unease and calm. How the two could co-exist was beyond him.
"Are you sure you want that?" As though he could decipher his train of thoughts, the small deity smirked, letting his sharp canines through. Adrien scoffed at him, turning around to finally get into the shower and change in record time, he'd already wasted too much time.
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Marinette woke up feeling oddly cold, the night had been mostly warm, but now all she felt was the cold of the morning breeze. The first thing she saw the moment she opened her eyes were big, blue eyes looking down at her with apprehension, and despite having none, Marinette could've sworn she had her eyebrows raised.
Rubbing at her eyes, willing the grogginess to seep away she sat up, taking in her surroundings. "Marinette…" She didn't finish her sentence as the kwami let her eyes wander to somewhere on her shoulder. She followed the gaze of her kwami, curiosity spiking in her at Tikki's odd behaviour.
"Wha?" Frowning, she glanced to the side, eyes bulging when she noticed a sticky note stuck on her hair. "The hell?" Pulling it away from her hair, she the note turned around to read what was written on it. The little kitty drawing let her know it was from the one and only Chat Noir, however it was what was written there that made her lift her gaze nervously up to meet with Tikki's.
"Chat Noir left an hour ago, thankfully he stayed transformed all throughout the night." Crossing her arms, the kwami continued talking, "I thought we had talked about letting him stay here."
"I know, but is it really that bad? It's not like he'll de-transform mid-sleep." The glare from the tiny deity let her know that it was something she wasn't about to be lax on. She pursed her lips at her kwami's strict behaviour. She knew Tikki only had her best interests in mind, but just how much of that overprotection was truly necessary?
"I know what you're going to say, but Marinette I just care a lot about you, and Chat. What would happen if your parents catch you? For people, it's unbecoming for you to be in bed with another guy, especially since you have a boyfriend."
Groaning, she scrunched up her nose as she thought it over. "I hate that you're right, although it shouldn't be anyone's business who I'm friends with." The kwami pulled a sly smile as she looked down at her holder.
"Although you could always put a lock on the trapdoor, I doubt your parents would say no after what happened with Jagged Stone." With eyes opened wide, Marinette stared up at her, mouth agape at her kwami's idea. "Of course, that doesn't mean I like it when Chat overextends his stays, it's just a pre-emptive measure. Also putting alarms would be a good idea," she made the motion to start groaning at the thought of an alarm in the dead of night, but it was stifled under the tiny deity's glare, "I know you don't like that thought, but Chat needs to get home early enough so that his parents don't find his bed empty."
"You mean his dad. But yeah you're right, I can't imagine that happening and having to explain to my parents why I wasn't in my room." A groan escaped her as she got out of her bed, preparing for a new day.
It wasn't often Marinette got to school early, but when she entered the school yard and wasn't greeted by Alya's brunette hair, she knew then that she was obscenely early to school. Deciding to try her luck with the classroom, she was pleasantly surprised to find it open, and occupied. She stifled a laugh as her gaze landed on a mop of blond hair, it looked as though he hadn't even bothered to look at the mirror after waking up, the strands standing up almost comically.
Walking closer to the desk, she stopped right in front of his seat, a smile gracing her lips as she gazed at his sleeping form. It made her wonder whether he had slept well, or perhaps like her hadn't slept enough. She crouched low as she stared at the blond's face, smiling at the tranquil look over his features. Standing upright, she moved her hand to pet his hair, stopping just as her hand touched the silky strands, as she realized just how wrong the action was. Was she really about to pet Adrien the way she would Chat? Plus, they were in the classroom, where anyone could enter at any given moment. Thankfully they had agreed on installing her one this very afternoon.
Speaking of Chat, a blush blossomed on her cheeks as she remembered the conversation she had had with her parents just this very morning. Apparently telling your parents that you want a lock for your bedroom was something completely embarrassing. In her defense, most teens had a lock on their doors, but they didn't have to look at her with that teasing glint in their eye! It was downright embarrassing, to be totally honest.
Looking down at the blond one last time, she walked away making her way to her seat just behind him. Taking her phone, she opened the few unread messages on her inbox, a smile pulling at her lips as she read the last message she received from Luka. A laugh escaped her, echoing loudly in the empty room. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she looked at the blond sleeping in front of her.
Seeing him undisturbed, she let out a sigh of relief, a chuckle resounding in the room as Adrien turned around and looked at her. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay, I was only sleeping lightly." Her face lightly flushed as she imagined him noticing how she had approached him earlier. "Did you notice when I entered the room?" He stared at her with a look she couldn't quite decipher. Gulping, she waited for him to say something, anything.
"Not really, simply got woken up by a loud laugh." He smiled lightly, a slight teasing tone slipping in, as she grimaced for her embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"It's okay, what made you laugh?" His smile widened, and dare she say perhaps turned into a smirk as he looked up at her. She kept her gaze on him, he had never outright asked her a similar question to that, and it somehow made feel good.
"Luka, he sent me a Viperion meme." Holding back her grin, she stared at Adrien, who was supposed to know Viperion was, in fact, Luka. A look of recognition passed through his eyes as he nodded, before pointing at her phone.
"Can I see it?" Frowning, she looked down at the chat she had with Luka, handing it to Adrien so he could see. A small laugh escaped him, before looking up at her. "So, do you think so?"
"Think what?" She smiled, the meme had been just a small joke about how handsome the hero was, and Luka had just sent a following message asking if she thought he looked like the hero.
"Luka, do you think he looks like Viperion, and whether he looks handsome too of course." Marinette wanted to hide into a hole, a real nice hole that would just swallow her whole.
She bit her lips, before looking at the blond. "Of course, I-uhh, we're dating after all, but him being Viperion, that's just him joking." He quickly nodded, returning her phone back to her. His hand lingering just a tad longer than normal, a weird sense of familiarity in the motion.
"Of course." She waited for him to turn around, considering the conversation was mostly finished, but when he stayed facing her, she wondered whether he had grown two heads, or if there was something specific, he wanted to talk about. "Adrien, is there anything else you wanted to tell me?"
A look of surprise crossed his features as he flushed, "No, sorry. Just uhh-nothing really." She frowned as she looked down at the blond' red cheeks, the color made his green eyes more vibrant, and part of her wanted to hope that he was blushing because of her, but she knew better than to hope for such things.
Adrien looked up at her, feeling like a dunce. How had he been caught staring at her like that? He couldn't get the image of her with her hair a mess on her pillow as she slept, the way the rising sun filtered over her face. He examined her face as she looked down at him, a dark curious brow lifted, as her eyes turned into the smallest of pouts. Her freckles becoming more prominent as she lightly blushed under his stare.
He hadn't even realized he had been staring for way too long, until he felt an arm sling across his shoulders, Nino pulling him close to whisper in his ear. "Why are you staring at Marinette so much?" Turning towards Nino, he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Nothing," scoffing, he turned around to face forward, before focusing his gaze on Nino, who still had his eyes on him in a blatant stare. "What?"
"You were definitely staring at her, Adrien. You can't lie to me bro." So, he couldn't dig himself out of his embarrassment no matter what? Affording a glance backwards, he noticed how Alya, who had arrived alongside Nino, was talking animatedly with Marinette.
"Don't you think she looks different today? I feel like there's something different today." Nino turned around to look at Marinette, "Dude, don't stare right after I tell you that. She'll think we're talking about her." Nino turned to look at him, impatience crossing his features.
"We are talking about her; besides I don't know what you saw, Marinette looks the same as always." Grumbling, he turned his attention his phone, not wanting to explain to his friend how different Marinette looked like. Didn't he notice the slightly rosier tone to her skin? Or how her pigtails were just a tad longer than the length she kept them at? Or how she'd forgotten to put on lip gloss?
He pursed his lips; it was normal for him to notice small things in people that others didn't notice. But he just thought it was so obvious, however he tried to keep in mind that not everyone grew up in a detail-oriented environment.
A chuckle came from his schoolbag, he turned to glare at it, making sure to let Plagg know that his teasing was not welcome at the moment. He already suffered all morning calling Marinette his girlfriend, which is not true. The two of them are in their respective relationships, dang it! That should be respected, considering they were only friends. So what if he enjoyed being around his friend a lot? Out of all his friends, he had formed a separate with only Marinette as Chat. Surely, if he could he'd visit Nino as Chat, but Nino didn't have a conveniently placed balcony that had direct access to his room.
A little voice teasingly whispered, Chloe has a balcony that leads to her room and you don't visit her. But all it did was make him grimace, Chloe didn't particularly like Chat Noir, it wasn't a secret. It all actually made him wonder why the hell Marinette had accepted Chat into her room so quickly. Sure, he was a superhero, but there was a certain amount of familiarity with her that probably wouldn't stem from being saved by him a few times. The thought just cemented the idea that Marinette truly was an incredible girl, and he absolutely loved that about her.
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Marinette held her beanie design as she tried to list all the materials she would need that she did not already have at her disposal. Breathing a sigh, she realized that she was short of just five dollars to be able to buy all of what she needed. However, she could start with certain materials beforehand, she would have to take an extra babysitting job to be able to have that extra income to buy the little detail materials.
Once class had finished she quickly made her way to her preferred supply store, browsing all the materials both expensive and on the lower end of the spectrum. It was always a therapy of sorts to be able to surround herself and explore all the new beautiful fabrics, stylish buttons or all the different type of textured fabric. She wandered into the section where she knew she'd find the yarn she'd need.
She grabbed a ball of yarn colored a deep pacific blue, alongside one with a more turquoise hue. The colors screamed Luka to her and she was giddy about making this for him. Eyeing the top shelf that housed a pretty shade of green, she looked to the sides, trying to find an employee that could help her reach the tall structure in front of her.
Sighing when her gaze fell upon no one, she got up on her toes, stretching her arm as long as it would go as she tried to reach the ball of yarn. Her fingers just about brushed the ball, and she found herself jumping to be able to just reach it. In a sudden move, which she would consider later on as one of her most embarrassing moments, the metal rail that held all the ball of yarns caught on the one she was trying to get a hold of, making all of the balls fall on her unceremoniously.
Huffing, she pushed all the yarn that laid on top of her, groaning as she imagined explaining this mess to an employee. However, she was 'saved' from having to as she heard someone chuckle behind her. Turning around to stare at the new intruder, she flushed in embarrassment as her eyes met with a guy that was without a doubt an employee.
He offered her his hand, which she took, before quickly taking her hand back. Looking down at the mess, she looked back up at him, slightly grimacing. "Sorry about that, I was just trying to get one of them."
"It's okay, it was a pretty funny display of clumsiness. I've never seen someone manage to drop something like that." She turned beet red as she realized that he had seen the whole thing.
"You saw all that, didn't you?" He bent down to start picking up the mountain of yarn balls, turning around to stare at her once his arms were stock full.
"I did, but it's okay. Don't worry, I'll just clear up everything here." Nodding, she bent down to help him clean up the aisle, not wanting to be a nuisance.
"Thanks, you can just leave them there," he pointed to a small cart she hadn't noticed, "I'll put them up after I fix the rail." Nodding, she took the yarn she had wanted, and left once she had helped put the rest of the yarn on the cart.
She could still feel the burn of her cheeks and ears as she left the store. With a groan, she stepped onto the sidewalk, ready to head home. It was all the more embarrassing that she had been such a klutz at her favorite fabric store, even worse, in front of an employee. Although the guy didn't look much older than she did, it did little to soothe her embarrassment.
Perhaps it was due to her still replaying her interaction at the store, but it wasn't until a sudden shake of the street that she noticed the disarray of cars and lack of people on the sidewalk. She was about to make a turn to enter an alley when the giant akuma made its presence known.
Stopping in her tracks, she glanced at the akuma hoping it hadn't set its sight on her. However, luck was not on her side today, and not even ten seconds later the akuma was on her. If she was given the choice of whether she would prefer to be running from an akuma or not, the obvious answer would be a redundant no. However, as she skirted near a corner hoping to shake off the akuma, all she felt was the burn in her thighs as she ran as fast as she could. The darned akuma could travel meters of space in just one movement, and her tiny legs could barely keep up to keep distance between her and the enormous… she glanced back to take a look at it, yep that was definitely a giant turtle.
Fuck, Hawkmoth couldn't come up with better villains, actually scratch that, she was thankful he wasn't making stronger villains. Glancing towards the rooftops, she tried to at least catch sight of her partner, sighing in relief when she caught sight of him running on the rooftops just behind the akuma.
Taking another turn, she turned her head and bellowed out as loud as she could, "Chat!" hoping he'd see her and take her away from the very angry, very snappy turtle. She felt his familiar warmth as he lift her up from the ground before she could even realize he had heard and seen her.
Running along the rooftops, carried bride-style brought the memory of the first time he visited her at her balcony to the forefront of her mind. However, the smile slipped quickly into a frown as she remembered the reason why he had gone to her in the first place, before shaking her head to rid herself of the negative thought. It was inconsequential now.
Chat quickly got away from the akuma, as it found another victim to chase now that she was out of his range. "Thanks, Chat. I thought I was going to become turtle bait."
"Anything for you, Princess." He turned around to scout out the akuma, which should not be a difficult feat considering its sheer size.
"Chat, wait." Glancing back, he nodded at her to continue whatever she needed to say. "Come tonight, I have something to show you." She both wanted to show him her finished design for Luka's beanie and the lock she hoped would be installed when she got home.
He stood there, still looking at her, before turning around without saying anything, but she could see the borders of his lip lift just as he was turning around. She didn't' day anything as he vaulted himself and brought his staff up to lift himself up in the air, continuing his search for the akuma.
She waited for him to disappear completely before letting Tikki out of her bag, quickly calling out her transformation.
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It had taken over an hour to find the dang turtle and then another half hour to defeat it. If she was completely honest, she was exhausted and it wasn't even past six. Making her way up the stairs to her family apartment, she felt the familiar burn that came whenever she overexerted herself. All she needed and wanted was a very much needed warm bath, perhaps sprinkled with some epsom salt, or lavender.
Sabine stood in the kitchen and she made her way to give her mother a kiss on the cheek before making her way upstairs. Halfway up, she noticed the door to her room was fully opened.
"Mom?" she signaled to the open door, before looking down at her mother.
"Honey, your dad is installing the lock in your room, remember?" Nodding she ignored the gleam her mother's eyes seemed to have, before making her way into her room. There, she saw her dad making quick work of the sturdy lock.
"Thanks, dad."
"Anything for my baby, just try not to lock it when there's a boy in your room, okay?" Her cheeks reddened for what felt like the umpteenth time today, and she had to fight the slight screech that wanted to slip past her lips.
"Papa, it's not like that." He just smiled at her, before finishing up with mounting the now offending lock. All the things she did for friendship. Sighing, she made her way to the bathroom to indulge herself into a bit of relaxation.
She run a warm shower, making sure to rid herself of any grime she might have from both the long day, and fighting. After making sure that she was a tad cleaner, she let the tub fill about halfway, dropping in a hefty amount of epsom salt. She watched it dissolve before diving into the water, letting the hot water relax her tense muscles.
It wasn't until her water had turned cold and her fingers turned into prunes that she got out. Stretching her muscles, she smiled as they now didn't feel as strained. Wrapping a towel around her chest, she made her way out of the bathroom. She was pulling clothes out of her chest when she heard the familiar thump on her balcony, followed by a couple of knocks on the door that lead to her room.
Her eyes almost bulged out when she heard it, rushing behind the divider in her room. Waiting to see if he made any other move, like enter her room unannounced, she realized that he was waiting for her to give him the okay. With a sigh of relief, she dressed herself, although still behind the divider.
Once finished, she made her way up the loft, getting on top of her bed to push up the door. Glancing around, she noticed that Chat was sitting on her chair, reading the instructions for one of the fertilizers that she used for her flowers. "Having fun?"
His face broke out in a grin as his gaze landed on her. "Much." Rolling her eyes at him, she grabbed at his arm the minute he got close enough, pulling him down along with her.
"What was it that you wanted to show me?" She pulled him down the stairs, momentarily letting go so that they could safely lower it. She pulled at his arm again, bringing him towards her desk, not without glancing at the door that housed the brand new lock, before bringing her attention to the task at hand.
She grabbed her design book, shoving it into his hands. He looked up at her, a quirked brow in silent question. "I finished Luka's design, I thought you'd want to see it finished since you helped a bit." He looked down at the design, smiling as he took in the small new details she had added into the design since he last saw it.
"I only helped a little, but I got to say, these details you added really elevate the design."
"I'm glad you like it. Turn the page." His brows quirked again, but he just listened to her and turned the page and stared at the beanie that was staring back at him. She felt giddy as she looked at the design from the side, her arm pressing against his as she tried to gauge his reaction.
"Is this what I think it is?" She nodded gingerly as he looked up at her with the biggest grin she had ever seen on his face.
"It is, do you like it? When I was designing it, I wasn't sure if I should've done it so you could use it as your civilian self, but decided that could risk your identity, so I just left the holes for your ears."
"I love it. I've never had anyone gift me something like this." She laughed as he thumbed the small paw that laid on the design, before nudging him on his rib, trying to grab his attention once again.
"I have something else to show you." At this his head lifted quickly, a smile and a questioning look in his eyes. Pulling on his arm, she guided him towards her door, before pointing towards the lock.
"What is it? Your door?" She threw him a deadpanned look, before pointing once again towards the lock.
"Is that a?" He turned to look at her, eyes bulging out in a silent question.
"Yep, it's a functioning lock. So that we don't have to be afraid of my parents suddenly coming up, and we don't have to be afraid of them catching us if we happen to fall asleep before you leave."
"Marinette, I- I gotta say, I never pegged you as a girl that would willingly lock herself with a guy." His grin told her that he was only joking, but she still glared at him regardless.
"I'd shut up if I were you." He chuckled lowly, grabbing her arm loosely before she could get away. "Thanks, I appreciate it, a lot."
"Did you eat already?" In answer, his stomach grumbled lowly, "I'll take that as a yes." She laughed as she made her way downstairs. Glancing around, she made sure that her parents weren't around, breathing a sigh of relief when there was no one.
Grabbing two plates, she filled them up to the brim before going back up again, doing the same with some drinks.
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Adrien kept staring at the lock on the trapdoor, his chest felt warm and he felt oddly happy over it. It was an odd feeling to feel so genuinely happy about such a small thing. But to him, it meant that she wanted him here, wanted his friendship and wanted to keep seeing him like this, despite how odd and peculiar their situation was.
It made him awfully aware of how special their friendship was, and as he bit into another croissant, which Marinette had brought up after two hours of playing games, he couldn't help thinking about how much he loved their friendship.
Grabbing another, the taste of chocolate exploded in his mouth, the chocolate melting into his mouth in such a delicacy. It was always a pleasant surprise whenever she brought him a chocolate croissant. "Marinette, I love you so much." The words felt so natural to say that he tensed in his motion, it made him think back to when he had struggled saying it back to Kagami, and although she claimed to understand why he hadn't managed to say it back, he knew that it hurt her whenever he seemed indecisive in his actions.
Did…did he love Marinette more than what he thought he did? More than as a friend, like he had been claiming to love her. He looked up at her bright smile while her blue eyes teasingly said "I know you love me, kitty." All of a sudden he felt the air disappear in a quick blow as he came to a realization. He loved Marinette. Not only as a friend, but as so much more. He couldn't have a break from falling for the unobtainable, could he?
"Marinette, I forgot I have something early tomorrow, so I have to leave. See you later, okay?" He didn't let say anything before he had run away from her, from her room, from her warmth, from her pets, from her laugh, and her teasing tone. It felt wrong to stay, she had a boyfriend, he had a girlfriend. How many times had he crossed a line under the pretense of friendship? No, how could he have known? He had been convinced that all she ever was, was a friend. He couldn't imagine her wanting to be anything else more than that. Wait, couldn't imagine her wanting it? But had he been wanting it?
It made him sick to his stomach to think just how it had ended up like this and far too confused to make a coherent thought. Why did they have to take such different roads in life? It would have been easier if he had fallen for her as Adrien and had never courted Kagami. As if that would make her like you, Adrien.
His self-pity was broken as he remembered his friend, and current girlfriend. Kagami had been nothing but patient, and he had been the one to make the first move back then. Perhaps if he had never given her that rose and treated her as a second option he wouldn't be hurting his friend.
Oh, Kagami. His heart broke as he thought over what he knew he had to do next. He couldn't lead her on, not anymore. Now he could see the repercussions of his actions and how wrong he had been. Oh, had he been wrong.
So, guys, I'm not dead. That's it. That's the message.
Just kidding, y'all know I like making author notes/life updates haha
Y'all guess what? I accepted a new job as a math tutor, even though I haven't had any math class in like 5-6 years, but I'm not complaining. However, I was swamped these past weekends because of training and stuff. So, between my classes and job, weekends are the time I'm able to write most freely, so I won't be posting on Fridays, most likely you guys can expect updates on Monday, and such.
Adrien/Chat finally realized his feelings for Marinette, what do you think will happen?
Tell me what you guys think! Also, thanks to those that read, comment and like my story, they truly make me happy!
