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Now, all he had to do was find something that would be meaningful to her.

But as he did his best to listen to all of her conversations, he couldn't help but be intimidated by her kindness and adorableness.

Honestly, he had stuttered at least once every time he talked to her. He wanted to die of shame. Plagg wasn't much help either, and he wouldn't elaborate on any of the powers when Adrien asked. He said that there wasn't any immediate danger, so it didn't matter. Adrien didn't quite understand the kwami's logic, but he shrugged and moved on anyway.

So, back to his problem he went. He could always start off basic- a note and some flowers sounded like a good choice. But what else? What could he do after the flowers? Chocolates? Maybe that was too towards the 'I want to date you' vibe.

He could start small. One flower at a time, with small notes. Then, once he got closer to her, he could focus on more practical gifts. And then he could introduce himself!

Well… he already had, but this time he'd do it under the mask. Without having to hide his ears and tail.

But he still wanted to know more about her.

Honestly, the saying that curiosity killed the cat was so true when it came to him. He had never met another one of his kind before, so he wouldn't know about them.

"H-Hey, Marinette?" He asked, finally bringing up the courage to do so. Marinette turned to look at him and smiled and oh my gosh how could anyone be so cute?!

"Yeah, Adrien?" She asked. "What is it?"

"I-I, um, was wondering, uh…" He cursed himself. "You're a designer right?"

"Yeah!" Marinette said happily.

"Well, uh…" Adrien thought through all of his father's events, but he kept on coming up empty-handed as he stared into her eyes. "I was wondering, uh…"

'Choose something, you idiot!' He shouted at himself.

"If I could see some of them?" He half asked.

'That's it. I'm dead. Way to go, Agreste, you probably just ruined everything-'

"Oh! Sure!" Marinette quickly reached into her backpack and pulled out her notebook, handing it to him. "Here, I'll just need it at the end of class. I hope you like them!" Then she moved to go to her seat.

'Wait- she said yes?' Adrien's mind was still trying to catch up with everything.

Ha, catch.

He sat down in his seat and began to flip through the notebook with great care. It was amazing! So many beautiful designs.

Most, he realized, were based off of things that she liked (or so he hoped). Cats, Ladybugs, pink, sunsets, the eiffel tower, etc.

Then, he saw a black cat-hood jacket.

He glanced up at the teacher, who had let them have a few moments of silence to work on their bellwork (that he had done before class started). She wasn't paying attention, so he pulled out a sticky note and began to write. Then, he handed the notebook and the sticky note back to her.

On the sticky note, it read: Is there anyway you could make me the cat-hoodie on page 78? I'll buy the materials and everything.

He waited impatiently for a response. What if she couldn't make the clothes, just design them? What if she didn't want to? What if-

A paper slid onto his desk, and he looked at it.

I'd love to! I'll talk to you after school about it if that's ok.

This wasn't happening.

But it was.

His heart did something weird in his chest and he turned to look at her and nodded.

He couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the class period.

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He rushed to her after school- he couldn't be gone long.

"Hi Adrien!" She greeted happily.

"H-Hi Marinette!" He said. "So, uh, I won't be able to do anything today- so I was wondering if, uh, you could make a list of what you'll need or be using? That way I can buy them."

"Oh, you don't have to do that." She smiled up at him.

'Purr-fect- wait- what?'

"I already have all of the materials over at my house- you don't need to buy anything." Marinette finished. "Could you come over tomorrow so that I can get your measurements?"

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOO PERFECT FIRST GIFT I COULD GIVE IDEA FAILED!'

"I'll see what I can do." Adrien smiled, revealing nothing about the turmoil going on inside his head.

"Alright- I'll see you tomorrow, Adrien!" She said, waving goodbye. Adrien waved back as she left.

"B-Bye Mari!" He said, waving goodbye.

'Maybe flowers would be best.' He decided, moving to go to his car. Just before he left the school though, he was stopped by Chloe and Sabrina.

"Oh, Hello Chloe, Sabrina." He said wearily. He still didn't like the smell of them, and right now, he smelled trouble. "Sorry, I have to go, otherwise Nathalie will be worried." He moved to go around the two girls, but they just stepped in front of him again. He sighed. "What do you want?"

"Well." Chloe flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I am the mayor's daughter, so I see it only fit that you should be the one that I go with to the homecoming dance." She opened up her phone. "My dress will be sunflower yellow, so be sure to match- also-"

"Who said that I would accept your offer?" Adrien asked. When Chloe shot him an annoyed look, he continued. "I'm not going to the dance, Chloe. At all. My agreement with my father for coming to school was that I wouldn't participate in the school dances. No matter who it is that I might be going with." He shifted his shoulder strap, looking down before looking into the blonde's blue eyes again, convinced that what he was saying would be the right thing to say.

"And even if I hadn't made that deal with my father- I wouldn't go with you just because you're the mayor's daughter. And I wouldn't even ask you out to it to begin with. Now, if you don't mind, father will begin to worry if I don't hurry." He swiftly walked away from the blonde that was staring at him in shock, and to the car. Only when he hopped in did he sigh in relief.

"Is something wrong?" Nathalie asked.

"Chloe Bourgeois, the Mayor's daughter, just assumed that I would be going with her to the dance." He admitted. "I told her that not only was I not allowed to go to the dance, but that I wouldn't go with her even if I was."

"I see."

"Also…" Adrien blushed a bit. "Would it be okay if I went to a friend's house after school?" When Nathalie raised an eyebrow, he continued. "Marinette's an upcoming designer, and I asked her if she could commision a jacket that she designed for me. She'll need my measurements. I promise that she won't find out about my ears and tail- I know how to hide them during the measurements." Nathalie hummed.

"I'll speak with your father about this." She admitted, marking something on her clipboard. "I'm sure he'll want to meet Ms. Dupain-Cheng if she is a worthy upcoming designer."

"I'm sure he won't regret it, but… maybe we should wait a bit. Until we've become good friends." Adrien clarified.

"I'll keep that in mind." Nathalie decided. The rest of the car ride was silent.

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"Why are you so obsessed with getting her a gift anyway?" Plagg asked as Adrien checked the flowers he had Nathalie order. "It's not like she doesn't like you."

"Because she remembers me, and I want to show her how I really am." Adrien explained. "She might grow to trust me if I leave gifts on her balcony, and then we can get back to being friends!"

"You're naive kid." Plagg rolled his eyes, before swallowing his Camembert whole. "Can't believe you're my chosen."

"I don't care." Adrien shot back. After making sure that the note was in there and signed as Chat Noir, he held out his hand. "Plagg, Claws out!"

Soon, he was leaping over the rooftops of Paris, heading straight for Marinette's house balcony. He could see her through the window- it looked like she was designing. As quietly as he could, he landed on the roof next to hers and moved to hers, placing the flowers right next to the sky light. He held his breath when he heard her move in the room below, but when she stopped he knocked on the glass and booked it a few rooftops away. From there, he was able to watch her poke her head out curiously.

"Hello?" She asked, looking around, the flowers in hand. "Anyone there? I know someone put these here…" A few more moments of silence, and then she looked down at the flowers closely. She pulled out the note and read it out loud.

"I hope you enjoy these flowers. From, Chat Noir." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Chat Noir…? Huh." She smiled and shook her head, going back inside. "Alya's gonna flip when she hears about this."

Chat Noir, as he was now officially called in the suit, spun around excitedly once he knew she was back inside.

"She took it!" He exclaimed to the night of Paris. "She accepted them!"

The next day at school, Adrien was pleased to hear them talking about the 'Mysterious Admirer' that Marinette had seemed to gain named Chat Noir.

"Girl, ya gotta be careful with this!" Alya half-scolded. Marinette had brought the flowers with her to school to show everyone. "Whoever Chat Noir is, he was able to get up to your balcony and leave it there for you. He kinda doorbell ditched it, but since he was on the roof he couldn't have been far away."

"I will, Alya." Marinette promised, turning to Adrien. "What did your father say about hanging out?"

"W-Well… he said that it would be okay, b-but he had someone else take down my measurements on a piece of paper to give to you." He held the said paper out a bit sheepishly. "And I can only stay for an hour. Father said that this would be the only time I'll be allowed this week."

"That's enough time to play Ultimate Mecha Strike III." Marinette concluded, smiling up at him, and he felt his heart do something weird. "I don't live all that far away."

"About that…" Adrien laughed a bit, scratching the back of his neck. "Father said that, no matter where you live, we have to drive there in my car. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all."

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