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This continued on for a while. Chat Noir would leave little notes and presents for Marinette, and she would show everyone at school the next day. Adrien couldn't help but feel a sense of pride every time he saw her with the gifts. Jewelry, cloth, supplies that she talked to Alya about, and a black stuffed cat were some of them.

However, today was the day that things changed.

He had landed on her balcony to deliver his next gift, some special designer markers she had been talking about during school, when he saw a note waiting for him where he usually set the gifts down.

'Dear Chat Noir,' It read in her beautiful handwriting. 'I don't know who you are, but I'd like to thank you for all of these gifts that you keep leaving by my window. If you don't mind, I'd like to meet you in person this time. To find out why you're leaving gifts for me, and perhaps, get to know you. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.'

Holy crap.

She wanted to meet him.

She actually wanted to meet him.

It was working!

What would he say to her? How would he act? WHAT WOULD HE DO?!

As he re-read the note, part of him was leaping for joy. However, a smaller part of him was panicking. Would she like him? What would she say when she saw the ears and tail? Would she turn him into the police?

Finding that some paper and a pencil had been left out, he walked over there and used the pencil to write a response.

'I'd love to meet you in person, Marinette. However, before I do, you should know a few things. 1). I'm the first friend you made (in Paris, anyway). Gave you that lovely bell around your neck. 2.) I am different from most people that you'd meet. I don't know how you'll react if you see me. 3.) Everything about us meeting, and this letter, but be confidential. I'll know if it's not. 4.) Wether you still want to be my friend or not, you absolutely CANNOT tell the police. Not because I've done something wrong, but because of what I am. 5.) Look up Hafukyatto and tell me tomorrow if you still want to meet me. I hope you do. Chat Noir.'

Chat Noir looked over the letter before nodding to himself, sticking it next to the other note on the marker case, and then leaving it by her skylight. Then he knocked and fled, not daring to look back and see her reaction to the note he had left.

What. Had. He. Done?

What did he just do?

Once in his room, he detransformed and hit his head against the wall.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid-"

"Well, at least now she knows." Plagg replied unhelpfully.

"Shut up, Plagg…"

"Feed me."

"It's too late to."

"Then I won't shut up." A few moments of silence, and then, "She's going to hate you."

"She is." Adrien sighed, looking out the window and at the moon. "She is going to despise me."

Next day at school, Adrien was more hyper-aware of Marinette than normal, and that was saying something. He knew exactly when she moved, what movement she had done, and where she was going if she was walking.

They had both arrived at school early that morning, because Marinette finally finished the jacket.

"How do I look?" Adrien asked, posing in it. Marinette giggled, his ears twitching at the delightful sound.

"Like a model, Adrien." She replied proudly. "I really like how it turned out- it really brings out your eyes and it makes your hair look a bit darker." She paused, looking at him with a critical eye, before reaching for his head. "It would look really good if you messed up your hair-" She stopped talking when Adrien suddenly grabbed her wrist, preventing her from touching his hair. He blushed, mentally scolding himself for acting without thinking, but could you blame him? They might be invisible, but that didn't mean that you couldn't feel the headband, or his ears.

"I-I, um…" He couldn't look her in the eye. "Uh, don't l-like other people messing with my hair."

'That's bulls*** and you know it.' Adrien thought to himself. He absolutely adored having his hair played with. Nathalie only did it once or twice, but when he was younger his mother would do it all the time and he would be putty in her hands.

"S-Sorry." He added after a moment.

"No, It's okay." Marinette took her hand out of his grasp gently, placing it upon his shoulder. "I should've asked for permission to mess with your hair. Nothing to apologize for." She smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"O-Okay." He cleared his throat- now could be his chance to ask about last night. "So… you have a secret admirer?"

"Yeah." Marinette blushed, looking over at her backpack, where some of the markers he had given her were. "I do."

"H-Have you met him yet?"

"No." She admitted. "But I don't think that he's going to show himself any time soon." She looked a bit downcast at the thought.

"Why?" Adrien couldn't help but ask.

"W-Well…" Marinette paused, before shaking her head. "Secret Admirers are supposed to be secret. The main point of it the the whole mystery concept." Adrien tilted his head to the side, appearing to accept her answer.

"What would you do?" Adrien asked, and at her confused look, he clarified. "If he did show himself?"

"Well…" Marinette looked down at the floor, thinking for a moment. "I guess… I guess I would try to be friends with him." She admitted. "I don't want to scare him off. I was going to let him do it at his own pace, but Alya convinced me to make the first move. I left a letter for him last night."

"Oh? What does it day?"

"I asked him if he wanted to meet me face to face one night." She fiddled with her fingers, still not meeting Adrien's curious gaze.

"Did he reply?" He asked.

"Uhh…" Marinette glanced up at him before looking away, biting her lip. It was silent for a few moments, and Adrien swore he would die if she didn't answer-

"No. He didn't."

'Wait- what- but I did!' Adrien thought to himself. Had he accidentally misplaced it?

"Well, he kinda did… but just not directly." Marinette continued. "He just said that now wasn't the time."

'So she did receive it.' Adrien mentally sighed in relief. He opened his mouth to continue the conversation, but that was when Alya and Nino walked in.

Now, the question was…

Would she tell Alya? He best friend?

"Good morning Alya, Nino." Marinette said.

"Morning dudes." Nino replied. "Nice jacket, bro."

"Thanks!" Adrien spun around a bit. "Marinette made it for me!"

"It's amazing, dude!"

"So?" Alya asked Marinette eagerly. "Did he reply? Did he, did he?"

"He did, but he said that now wasn't the time." Marinette said. Adrien almost sighed in relief. She wouldn't tell Alya either. Alya groaned and rolled her eyes.

"He's gotta get some courage and introduce himself to you, girl!"

"And I told you that I would wait for him to be comfortable." Marinette replied. "And I will continue to wait. I can be patient."

"Girl, where was this patience when I was changing into the dress you made for me so that you criticize it? Or how about that one time where-"

"Alya!"

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The next night, Chat Noir was too nervous to go to Marinette's house right away. Did she reply? What if she was faking it at school?

When he finally landed on her balcony, he saw a thermos, a plate of macaroons, and a letter. Hesitantly, he opened the paper up to see her response.

'Dear Chat Noir, so you're my kitty, huh? I'm glad that I've met you again, even though it's not face to face. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I'll wait for when you're ready to show me. BTW, I hope you like the Macaroons and Hot Chocolate! Marinette.'

"Oh, Mari…" He nearly purred. He left the gift and spent his time drinking the hot chocolate and eating macaroons (best he had ever had, by the way), and before he left, he took another piece of paper to write a response back.

'Dear Marinette, Thank you! You are such a kind and understanding person. I'm glad to have found you. I've heard that you can't, but I definitely can hear the bell around your neck. I adore it. And don't worry, I was thinking of doing it soon. And thanks for the snacks- they're amazing! =^.^=. Chat Noir.'

He couldn't stop smiling that night.

He couldn't stop smiling the next day either, when he saw Marinette wearing an old jacket of his that was in pristine condition. The one he had given her. It was out of fashion and all that, but it looked good on her.

"Secret admirer strikes again!" Alya said when she came in that morning. "Nice jacket Mari."

"Thanks." She blushed and squealed. "It's even an Agreste original!"

"It's completely out of style." Chloe huffed, glaring at Marinette. Marinette glared back.

"I don't care." She replied. "It's better than your outfit." Chloe gasped, and Nino and Alya snickered.

"How dare you!"

"Everyone, to your seats please." Mme. Bustier walked in, and so the inevitable argument between Chloe and Marinette was postponed.

He didn't really care though. Now, he had to think of how to introduce himself to her.

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