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"I wanna go home.", Alya admitted, snuggling into Nino's side as they stepped out into the night. Adrien and Marinette had already gone home and it was looking good between them. Of course, spending the evening together had just been another one of Alya's tries to get them to talk with each other.

Hopefully the fake romantical tension between her and Nino had set something off in them?

It had been like this a few months now. Alya had surprisingly called Nino at 2 am and had asked him to act out romantical tension with her so that Adrien and Marinette would get the vibe. After a few years of dancing around each other it was finally time for these oblivious dorks, wasn't it?

But because Alya's focus had always laid on getting them together she had never noticed that Nino had fallen in love with her. To his defense, he had always thought she was pretty and probably cool to be with but over the excessive flirting he just couldn't help himself but really notice how beautiful she was, how easy it was for him to just stare at her when she was scheming for hours, how often he caught himself staring at her lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss her.

"We are.", he replied, chuckling, "We are going home. I'll bring you home and then I'll-"

"No, I wanna go home.", she interrupted him, suddenly stopping him and remaining unmoving on the dark sidewalk and staring at the floor.

Nino tilted his head and gently took her hand, brushing over her knuckles with his thumb.

"What do you mean, Alya?", he asked softly, taking a small step towards her.

"I-…", she suddenly sniffled and he gulped, "I wanna go home."

With that, before he could reply, she looked up to him, her other hand pressed to her chest, right above her heart.

"I wanna have a home, I wanna go home."

In her eyes laid a longing he had only seen for a few weeks now. He had thought she had gotten better at acting in front of their friends but now he understood it had been something entirely different. Just now he understood how much their plan had really backfired.

He had fallen in love with her. Just as she had with him.

They had flirted and quipped at each other, brushed over each other's hands, hugged and snuggled a lot and now, now it suddenly became so much more realistic.

Nino threw his head back and began laughing loudly, tears of disbelief already pooling at the corners. He laughed and laughed until he felt Alya's hand slip out of his. Just then he managed opening his eyes again, just so seeing her walking away. He quickly jogged after her, a few chuckles still letting his chest jump.

Nino grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to him, crashing his lips against hers. She was dumbstruck at first but in his warm embrace and against his gentle lips she had no chance but melting. He buried a hand in her hair and hugged her tighter before slowly pulling away since he grinned too widely to still kiss her.

"We are, Alya. We're home."

She responded by finally lifting her arms locking them tightly around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

"I-… I wanna go home, Alya…", Nino choked out, his vision slowly becoming clouded.

She recoiled at that, her arms around herself tightening.

"… I-… I know…", she sniffled, casting her gaze down, "But-… But you can't. I'm sorry. It's just-… N-Not meant to be."

He felt a sob building up in his throat, wishing, begging for her to take it back but her face stayed hard.

"Please, please Alya. I w-wanna go home, I-… I need you. Please don't do this."

She clenched her teeth and shook her head, turning away before stopping. Maybe she had changed her mind?

His hopes went up and he already opened his mouth to say something else but she spoke up, her voice just barely above a whisper.

"L-Looks like-… You need to move… And f-find a new home…", she forced out, her eyes flickering up to meet his before breaking the gaze, briefly touching the bracelet that was shaped like a fox tail and turning away fully, walking down the sidewalk while her shoulders trembled.

And once again he had to watch her walk away with tears in his eyes just that this time he didn't find the strength to run after her.

Wayzz peeked out of his jacket, comfortingly placing a little paw on his neck while his chosen still stared after the girl.

"Wayzz, I-… I'm homeless…", he finally whispered.